Tell Us How You Really Feel
Damn, I hate him. I just want to rip off his arms, and shove them up his ass. When I saw the two of them making out behind that tapestry, I wanted to yank Ginny out of his arms, and show him what proper snogging looks like. Did I just say that? Wait a minute, what am I doing?! This is Ron's little sister, I can't be thinking about snogging her, or shoving my tongue down her throat, or ripping all her clothes off, seeing what she looks like naked…STOP! Gotta shake this off…..
Harry shook his head like a wet dog. Ron was still fuming, raving and wielding his arms about. Harry and Ron had just seen Ginny and Dean snogging behind a tapestry, and Harry was a little more upset than Ron knew. Harry didn't know he had these kinds of feelings for Ginny. He suddenly remembered back to Potions class. He had smelled some sort of flowery perfume. Now he knew where it came from; it was Ginny. He wanted Ginny with his whole heart, and he was determined to get her.
"Harry?" asked Ron. "Don't you think that's wrong?"
"Absolutely not!" Harry blurted out, without really thinking. "I think you should let it happen!"
"WHAT!?" Bellowed Ron. "How could you even sat that? My baby sister with Dean Thomas?!"
"Huh?" Harry was completely confused. "I'm talking about the atrocity we just witnessed!"
"Oh, that. No, I totally agree with you, it was atrocious."
"Good." Ron eyed him suspiciously. "I thought I had lost you, mate. What were you talking about?"
"Oh, just joking, wanted to see if you were paying attention." Harry and Ron walked back to the dorm in silence. Dean was sitting on the couch; apparently Ginny hadn't met up with him yet, even though she had left before them. Dean saw Ron and his eyes narrowed. He leapt to his feet and strode towards Ron. "It's your fault!" he yelled. "I can't believe you would do this!"
Harry and Ron were completely bewildered. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?" asked Ron.
"Ginny just broke up with me. She said it was because there was no spark, and she was already into someone else, but I know the real reason. She didn't want to have to deal with you breathing down our necks! I hope you're happy!" With those words, Dean turned on his heels and sped up the stairs.
Harry and Ron both reacted different ways. Ron whooped and punched his fist into the air. Harry just stood there for a few seconds, and then he ran back out the portrait hole. Ron was too busy celebrating to notice the status of his best mate's whereabouts.
Harry had raced to the seventh floor, past the tapestry of dancing trolls. Passing by three times, he thought in his head, I need to see Ginny, I need to see Ginny, I need to see Ginny. A door with a lion head knocker appeared in front of him. Harry seized the knocker and knocked three times. The lion opened its mouth and asked, "Password?"
"Holyhead Harpies." he said with confidence. The door swung open, and Harry walked in. Ginny was sitting on a couch, in front of a crackling fire. She was staring at the flames, her back to him. Her hair was a gleaming sheet of copper. "Ginny?" he tentatively said.
Ginny's head whipped up. "Harry?" she questioned. Tears were splashed across her voice, and her voice was thick with emotion. "Ginny!" Harry dropped next to her, and immediately took her face in his hands. "What's wrong? Did Dean hurt you?" he asked, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.
"No, he didn't hurt me, I broke up with him, and how the bloody hell did you know my password?"
Harry smirked. "Please, Ginny, it's been your favorite Quidditch team since I've known you. What else would it be?" Ginny looked up at him, eyes shining. "You know what my favorite team is." She stated it, wondering what else he knew. "What else do you know about me?"
"Well," Harry started slowly, "I know you prefer steak over chicken, your favorite season is winter because of the snow, and you love the wind, because it makes you feel like a brave heroine." Harry tucked a piece of hair behind Ginny's ear as he continued. "You hate wearing heels because they hurt your feet, but you like being tall because you're the shortest in your family. Your eyes always light up when you're learning something new, and they get darker whenever you see someone helpless getting picked on. You want to be a Quidditch player when you grow up, but you don't want your mum to be disappointed in you. You hate the color pink because it's supposed to be a girl's favorite color, and you want to be different from the rest. I don't think I know your favorite color." He frowned to himself. Ginny simply stared fondly at him as he inched closer, holding eye contact. "You don't want people to underestimate your power because of your size; you want to make a difference in this world. You can't help it but stand up for those in need." His last words he whispered softly as his face was only inches away from Ginny's. "When you are passionate about something, you put your whole being into it. You love like no one else can love. You have the purest heart, and that is the most beautiful thing about you." With that said, Harry leaned in the last few millimeters, and kissed her. After he pulled away, Ginny's eyes remained closed, and she whispered, "Green."
"What?" asked Harry, a little worried. Ginny opened her eyes, and smiled. "My favorite color is green." Harry grinned, and Ginny threw her arms around Harry's neck, and pulled his head down for another kiss. After several hours, or possibly several sunlit days, they broke apart again. They simply held each other, looking at the crackling fire. "How long?" asked Ginny. Harry looked down at her. "I'm not sure I follow."
"How long have you been in love with me?" she asked, looking in his eyes for his answer.
"I'm not sure. I've always liked you, but I think I realized I loved you about two or three minutes ago." Ginny smiled, and snuggled deeper in his chest. She whispered four words before she fell asleep. "I love you, too."