Written for the iPod Challenge.
Day Eleven.
We hold these truths self evident,
The lies we used to represent
Who we are, because it was never meant to be
Save Us
(Cartel)
For some crazy reason, he had believed every single word that she'd fed him. He'd thought that maybe – just maybe – she really was over her little crush and she only had eyes for him now. Oh, Dean knew he was being hopeful, but wouldn't guy be? Ginny Weasley, of all girls, had said yes to him. Sure, maybe everyone knew that she was totally obsessed with Harry Potter, but hey, she must be getting over him by now, right? No one could like someone for that long, could they?
"You know, Dean," Ginny was saying, her fingers tracing mindless patterns in the moist on her glass. "I'm on the team now, you can't expect me to not talk to him."
"I know," he admitted weakly. "I just don't like the looks he gives you."
He hated the way the way she grinned when he said that – like she was really happy. Why'd she have to smile like that whenever someone mentioned Harry? Why didn't she smile like that when he was with her?
"But Dean," Ginny moaned, glaring it him under her lashes. "You don't have to be such a git about it."
"Don't I?" Dean snapped in reply, watching her bite her lip whilst shaking her head at him. Noting the hesitant expression in eyes, Dean rolled his own, clenching his fist under the table. "Was this all a show, Ginny? To make him jealous?"
"No, no, no," Ginny pleaded, putting her hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him. "Of course it's not, Dean."
She was lying through her teeth, and he knew it. She'd get over him though, wouldn't she? Besides, he was much better suited for her than bloody Harry Potter.
But as she leaned over to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a slightly possessive manner, she couldn't help but open her eyes for a few moments. Harry was watching her, looking a little put out, to be honest.
Good. Her plan was working.