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Chapter 1: People Move On
Virginia Weasley and Harry Potter stood in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room in the middle of a hushed arguement. Not that keeping their voices down mattered because Ginny had persisted in trying to get Harry to loosen the grip on her wrists. Ron and Hermione watched in silence, homework abandoned and all bickering. Dennis and Collen Creevey saw this as a great time to take pictures, but Ron had broken the camera with a rock last week.
"I told you a million times, and I'll tell you once more, 'people move on and don't dwell in the past. They accept things for what they are'," said Ginny, fighting off the tears as the skin on her wrists began to burn. He probably thought she meant Sirius's death, and that's how he took it, because his eyes blazed with fire.
"Do not ever bloody talk about Sir---"started Harry, glaring down into her chocolate brown eyes. Ginny felt so stupid standing here with Harry pinning her arms to her sides and glaring her down. The one tear that leaked from her eye most likely further worsened the image.
"I wasn't talking about him, I never have been,"spat Ginny, wrapping a leg around Harry's knee and tugging as hard as she could. Unforunately, when he fell down, her ankle was crushed beneath his leg and she was laying ontop of his chest. "Let me bloody go, Harry."
"Why should I? You got your bloody self into this mess!" shouted Harry, forgetting that all eyes and ears had been on them the whole time. Tears started to stream down Ginny's face and onto his robes as her struggling ceased and she nearly collasped.
"No, you...you are the one who started this. YOU are the reason I am where I am now, and YOU are the reason I cry because this bloody hurts,"said Ginny as a sharp pain shot through her ankle. Harry shoved her off of him and briskly stood up as Ginny hit the stone floor. With a slight wince, she sat up and rubbed her ankle, looking around the room at the stunned faces of her fellow Gryffindors. Grimacing, she heaved herself up into a sitting position and shrugged off the embarassment, pain and tears.
Ginny lay motionless on the floor, staring up at the ceiling that was blurred by tears. She blinked them away and slowly heaved herself up off the floor, turning around slightly. Her eyes met with Harry's for a second before he disappeared up the staircases. Ginny gave a small, trembling sob and collasped back on the floor. She didn't even remember how the arguement had started, it was something about Ginny moving on from guy to guy to quickly like a tramp.
Could she help it if the crush of her life was stuck on one girl? Harry must've just assumed that he was the only one someone could ever love once they saw him. Ginny sighed and shoved herself back up, looking around. Most of the faces had been turned the other way now that the arguement was over, but Ron and Hermione sat stone-faced in the corner. Ginny flashed and forced a small, fake smile before clambering into a chair near the fire.
Just as she was almost asleep, footsteps clanked heavily down the stairs. Slowly, Ginny opened both tired,watery eyes and blinked to readjust them.
Chapter 1: People Move On
Virginia Weasley and Harry Potter stood in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room in the middle of a hushed arguement. Not that keeping their voices down mattered because Ginny had persisted in trying to get Harry to loosen the grip on her wrists. Ron and Hermione watched in silence, homework abandoned and all bickering. Dennis and Collen Creevey saw this as a great time to take pictures, but Ron had broken the camera with a rock last week.
"I told you a million times, and I'll tell you once more, 'people move on and don't dwell in the past. They accept things for what they are'," said Ginny, fighting off the tears as the skin on her wrists began to burn. He probably thought she meant Sirius's death, and that's how he took it, because his eyes blazed with fire.
"Do not ever bloody talk about Sir---"started Harry, glaring down into her chocolate brown eyes. Ginny felt so stupid standing here with Harry pinning her arms to her sides and glaring her down. The one tear that leaked from her eye most likely further worsened the image.
"I wasn't talking about him, I never have been,"spat Ginny, wrapping a leg around Harry's knee and tugging as hard as she could. Unforunately, when he fell down, her ankle was crushed beneath his leg and she was laying ontop of his chest. "Let me bloody go, Harry."
"Why should I? You got your bloody self into this mess!" shouted Harry, forgetting that all eyes and ears had been on them the whole time. Tears started to stream down Ginny's face and onto his robes as her struggling ceased and she nearly collasped.
"No, you...you are the one who started this. YOU are the reason I am where I am now, and YOU are the reason I cry because this bloody hurts,"said Ginny as a sharp pain shot through her ankle. Harry shoved her off of him and briskly stood up as Ginny hit the stone floor. With a slight wince, she sat up and rubbed her ankle, looking around the room at the stunned faces of her fellow Gryffindors. Grimacing, she heaved herself up into a sitting position and shrugged off the embarassment, pain and tears.
Ginny lay motionless on the floor, staring up at the ceiling that was blurred by tears. She blinked them away and slowly heaved herself up off the floor, turning around slightly. Her eyes met with Harry's for a second before he disappeared up the staircases. Ginny gave a small, trembling sob and collasped back on the floor. She didn't even remember how the arguement had started, it was something about Ginny moving on from guy to guy to quickly like a tramp.
Could she help it if the crush of her life was stuck on one girl? Harry must've just assumed that he was the only one someone could ever love once they saw him. Ginny sighed and shoved herself back up, looking around. Most of the faces had been turned the other way now that the arguement was over, but Ron and Hermione sat stone-faced in the corner. Ginny flashed and forced a small, fake smile before clambering into a chair near the fire.
Just as she was almost asleep, footsteps clanked heavily down the stairs. Slowly, Ginny opened both tired,watery eyes and blinked to readjust them.