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A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for the mistake made in the beginning. Excuse me. Second, I'm also sorry for all grammatical, comprehension etc…mistakes. I really have to get a beta. " Third, I'm really really really sorry for the time I took to post and because it's really short. And, in the end, thanks to everyone who reads this fiction! ^^
Chapter 2: I hate myself for doubting
POV Ginny Weasley
I should feel amazed, hysterical and full of love. I should be with him, in his arm, his lips on mine. I should be smiling lovingly. But for Merlin's beard, all I can do is to regret my "yes".
Yeah, I, Ginevra Molly Weasley do regret dating Harry James Potter.
Oh my, here he comes. I stood up of the chair I was sitting on and with a smile I walked toward him. I kissed him slowly. His lips were gentle, soft, sweet but…we didn't match. I took a step back. He seemed breathless. I wasn't. "I can't". My whisper was so low I doubted he could hear it. But he did. His eyes widened and his hand started to shake slowly. His face was pale.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I need some time. Only…Oh, please, please, don't do this face. I only need to think about us a little. Tonight…Tonight I'll tell you okay? "
Then I ran away not waiting for an answer. I went into my room closed the door and jumped on my bed. Tears slowly fall on my cheek. What was going on with me? I loved him since I first saw him. It was…love at first sight. But now my loves seems to have fade away. I don't…I don't understand. Last time I saw him before vacation my heart was burning of love. I was only seeing him, his face, his body, his eyes, his lips, him. I took a pillow and threw it with all my strength. This was a lie. I've also seen this god-damn-perfect Malfoy. I've seen his perfect lips that were so damn attractive. I've seen his perfect muscled body. I've seen his damn to beautiful grey eyes. He looked like a fallen angel with his white suit and his disheveled hair. Oh my, oh my, oh my. I am really thinking of breaking up with Harry because I feel attracted to Malfoy? This is nonsense. I need to…I need to talk with Hermione.
-HERMIONE!
No answer. Duh, she knows I hate apparating…I called her one again then I turned on myself and apparated in Hermione's room.
She was lying on the floor, sobbing. I hurried toward her and hugged her.
-Oh my, oh my, Hermione. Look at you.
oOo0oOo
The night has fallen, everyone was sleeping except me. I've stayed all the day with Hermione talking about our problems, our feelings, about everything. It feels like a weight has left my shoulder. I feel much better now. But still, I haven't found an answer about me and Harry. Hermione says I'm stupid. Doubting about my love for Harry because of the "fallen-angel vision" I had of Malfoy? When she told me that, I sighed. She was absolutely right but I still can't erase my doubts about us…
I closed my eyes and breathed.
I had to make my decision tonight.
oOo0oOo
In the few hours of the morning a beautiful red-head women headed in the direction of the chosen-one's room. She slipped into his bed and smiled of contentment as his arm closed around her. Her heart started pounding hurtfully. She felt her cheek becoming hot as his lips kissed her neck.
Yeah, she loved him.
Or at least that was what she thought.
