Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters (except for Avery) They all belong to the magnificent J.K. Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter.
Bang!
Avery slammed her potions homework on her bedside table. She knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Avery sat down on her four-poster and put her head in her hands. She did not cry, for how could she? She had known and she kicked herself mentally for not acting sooner.
Harry Potter. Her boyfriend for over 5 months now. They were both in Gryffindor, they were both on the Quidditch team, they were both best at DADA, and they loved each other. Or so Avery had thought.
Avery's sixth year at Hogwarts had been off to a euphoric start. As soon as she had walked into the common room that first night after dinner, Harry had been by her side, talking and laughing with her like they had done so many times over the years. And then He had asked her out. Not that there was a Hogsmeade weekend coming up anytime soon, but Avery had not cared. They were a perfect match, and everyone in the Gryffindor house agreed.
It had taken Avery six years for Harry to notice her, not just as a friend, but as someone he could trust in and hold in his arms. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Avery had gotten along on the best of terms since first year. Though Avery knew that Harry had closer bonds with Ron and Hermione, she still enjoyed the time that they spent together as a foursome.
Avery and Hermione had been best friends since the first time Avery had taken her seat on the Hogwarts Express. Hermione had been bossy, annoying, and a complete know-it-all, and Avery had really enjoyed her company. She and Hermione were practically inseparable the first couple of years. But Hermione had become very close friends with Harry and Ron, especially after first year, and Avery did not know them half as well as she did Hermione.
When Hermione bade her to join them at Diagon Alley in Flourish and Blotts in her second year, Avery jumped at the chance, and that was the day she first began to notice Harry Potter.
Avery did not so much as glance at Gilderoy Lockhart that one day. She had eyes only for Harry. The way his untamable hair fell into those gorgeous green eyes, the way he smiled and his cheeks got red. The way he laughed. Now, six years later, she had him all to herself.
Her first kiss with Harry had been after the Quidditch tryouts when Ron made the team again. They were headed to the changing rooms and she and Harry had been laughing about Cormac McLaggen. Avery had tripped on her broom handle and would have been sent sprawling face first into the dirt if Harry hadn't caught her and pulled her to him. Their lips had met in a matter of seconds after she got to gaze into his startling green eyes. His lips were warm and soft and his hands ran through her tangled hair. She ad put her arms around his neck. It was… well… Magical. No pun intended. She had been waiting for this moment and it completely blew her mind that it was finally happening.
But now, as she sat on her bed, those happy memories seemed far away. Now she just felt deflated. She had to confront this she knew. Her stomach twisted as she thought about it. As she had sat down at the Gryffindor table today for dinner, Harry was not there yet. Ron was stuffing his face with food whilst Hermione was eating, reading, and writing about her homework all at the same time. Neville was trying to eat and avoiding all eye contact, and Seamus and Dean were in a heated discussion about Quidditch teams. Everything was normal. There were only two things missing.
Loud laughter emitted from the hall and two figures walked through the great doors.
One of them was fairly tall, with unruly black hair and glasses. You could just see the scar peeking out from under his hair. The other was a long, beautiful girl, with fiery red hair.
Ginny Weasley.