Hiya everyone :) So, I'm afraid this chapter isn't particularly good.. but reviews are appreciated :) Oh, and I don't own any of the HP world, no matter how much I wish I did :/ Enjoy!
It was a beautiful day. The sky sat cloudless and blue, and a breeze lifted the leaves off trees. The sun sat high, but it wasn't too hot out. It had been a month since Hogwarts, and Ginny found herself missing Quidditch.
She walked up to the third floor landing, where Ron and Harry's room was, and pushed the door open. Ron was snoring loudly, but Harry, though still lying in bed, was wide awake. He stared at Ginny as she crept over to his bed.
"Get out of bed, we're going to go play Quidditch." She whispered, unable to contain the grin that was spreading across her face.
Harry stared back at her. "Now?"
"Yes now. Now, get up before I drag you out." She stood.
"Gin, I haven't got a broom. I lost the Firebolt ages ago." Harry said, a pang of sadness flowing through him as he thought of his favorite, lost racing broom.
"Yes you do have one. You're going to steal Ron's." She said defiantly.
"Steal… Ron's? Ginny, if he found out, he'd kill me." Harry pleaded, but Ginny was already shaking her head.
"Harry. You've known Ron since you were eleven. You should know by now that that boy never wakes up before two in the afternoon. That gives us three hours." She said, smirking. "I'll see you downstairs in five."
She tiptoed out of the room, feeling rather accomplished. Harry stared after her, and felt a smile working its way onto his face. Alright then, he thought, Quidditch.
Five minutes later, Ginny was picking the lock on the broomshed. Harry had offered to use alohamora, but she declined, saying George had taught her this muggle trick. "I've found it rather useful." She answered simply.
The door swung open, and in it was Ginny's broom, and Ron's Comet Two-Sixty.
"Wait, Ginny, how are we going to play Quidditch with two people?" Harry asked, taking the broom she handed to him.
She looked puzzled for a moment. "You know, I didn't really think about that. But, I did nick a snitch, so we can always play with that." She said, taking a small gold ball from a case next to George's broom.
They mounted their brooms and kicked off from the ground. The wind blew lightly in their faces, and the brooms moved with ease. Harry did however, find himself sorely missing his Firebolt. Ron's Comet was good, but not quite as fast as his once was.
"See anything yet, Potter?" Ginny called teasingly from about ten feet to his right.
"No Weasley, but I wouldn't let you know if I had, would I?" He shot back, laughing as she stuck her tongue out at him. A flutter of happiness wormed is way through his stomach. He had forgotten how easy and happy it was to simply be with Ginny.
They flew lazily around for sometime, before Ginny shot into a dive. Harry followed her in pursuit, now seeing the flint of gold about five feet from her outstretched hand. He willed the broom to go faster, though it did not. He reached his arm out and managed to swipe it away from the tips of her fingers. She let out a groan, and landed her broom.
"I guess I forgot what a bloody good seeker you are." She said ruefully, eyeing the fluttering snitch in Harry's hand. He grinned back at her, and released it, letting it fly about two feet away before catching it again. Ginny playfully glared at him.
"Just you wait, Potter, one day, I'll catch that snitch right out from under your nose." She growled, smiling in spite of herself.
Harry grinned. "You mean, like I did today?" He asked in mock seriousness. She threw a small pebble at his head with perfect aim.
The had put the brooms back in the shed and walked back towards the house only to see Ron glaring at the two of them.
"And where the bloody hell have you two been?" He said irritably, glaring from Harry to Ginny and back.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh Ron, we've only been snogging for the last three hours, no big deal." She said sarcastically. Ron's face glowed purple.
"If either of you ever-" He began, only to be cut off by Ginny.
"For goodness sake Ron! We were just out playing with the snitch! Give it a rest!" Ginny snapped, narrowing her eyes in a dead on Molly Weasley way. She stomped past him back into the house.
Ron turned to Harry. "So… you two weren't snogging then?" He asked, looking at him incredulously.
Harry dug is nails into his palm to keep the smirk off his face. "Nah, mate. We were playing with the snitch." And he walked past Ron.
Hours later, everyone had gathered around the table for supper. Over the past few weeks, George had slowly started to make an appearance at the table. Everyone was happy he was back, but careful to choose subjects that wouldn't remind him of Fred.
"So, I'm sure I want to go back for my N.E.W.T.'s," Hermione was saying to Ginny, over shepard's pie. "I just think that completing my education will do me good for later."
Ginny nodded, and saw Ron and Harry exchange a glance across the table. She knew that they wouldn't go back- but it was best not to bring it up now.
"What are you thinking of doing, Hermione?" Ginny asked, picking at her pie.
Hermione thought about this for a moment. "Well, I would really like to do something to make a difference. I've said I would like to take S.P.E.W further, so that might be what I try and do." She answered thoughtfully. Out of the corner of her eye, Ginny could see Ron roll his eyes, but look at Hermione admiringly. It was sad that it took him so long to realize he was head over heels for her.
Harry caught Ginny's eye and winked. Ginny couldn't help that her cheeks heated up a bit, and quickly looked away. She had been thinking a lot lately about possibly resuming her relationship with Harry, and frequently wondered if he had as well. They had shared a kiss during the battle- that had to mean something, right?
"Ginny, are you listening to me?" Hermione's voice snapped her back into reality. Hermione and the rest of the table were staring at her. Embaressed, she paid full attention to Hermione's take on S.P.E.W for the rest of the meal. Once everyone had deemed themselves past the full stage, she helped her mother clear the table, and retreated to her room.
She sat on her bed for a bit. She wanted to talk to Harry- she needed to know if things could work. The moon shone brightly through her window, and the hours passed on with her debating whether or not to go and talk to him. Finally, at around midnight, she managed to pull herself off her bed and creep upstairs to the boys' room.
"Harry?" She whispered, pushing the door open. No one was in the room. She looked around, puzzled. Well damn. She thought. She could always check out in the garden- but she highly doubted he would be there…
But he was. His back was turned to her, and he seemed to be gazing up at the moon. She moved fluidly behind him, and wound her hand around his. He jumped, startled, but settled down when concluding it was only her.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" She asked, gazing at the beautiful silver orb in the sky.
Harry nodded. "It reminds me of the old me. Strange as that sounds, I feel like myself again."
Ginny squeezed his hand lightly. "You are still you. You've faced things none of us could even dream of. You're still sane."
Harry was shaking his head. "I'm not me anymore. I don't think I will ever be the same. I know I can move on, but I won't be the same person I was."
"Harry, you can be you again. You will move on. You will be happy again. But you will have to let people in." She said gently.
Harry didn't respond right away. "Will you help me?" He almost whispered.
Ginny looked up at him, a small smile on her beautiful face. She pulled Harry towards her and kissed him ever so lightly. "That's my answer."
Harry kissed her back, feeling that familiar hungry burn in his chest for more. She broke away from him and rested her head on his shoulder.
She would help him get there.
