Ok i'm so so so sorry for not writing in so long, i've just been so busy at school. But lucky for you i got a wave of inspiration 2nite to finish this chapter. I'm sorry it's so short, but hopefully once this school term is finished i'll be able to write more. this story will take awhile to get going, but enjoy the fluff while it lasts.
o yea i don't own hp, thats jkr.
Chapter 2.
"Harry…." She stuttered.
He just stared at her, as she did to him. Neither saying anything. Harry had thought of this moment since the start of the summer, he had tried to work out what to say. But now he was confronted with a crying Ginny all thoughts of rational thinking left his head. He went to sit by Ginny, putting his arm tentatively around her.
"Ginny, I understand if you don't want to talk to me." He whispered. "But I really need you to know, I didn't want things to end for us. I really liked what we had. I'm hoping that after this is all sorted we pick up where we left off. But I'll understand completely if you don't want to."
Ginny hadn't moved, it was as if she'd been frozen solid since he touched her. Again silence came between them. After another minute if silence Harry left he walked towards the door then stopped.
"Ginny, I'm sorry." He said then walked out, leaving Ginny alone, again.
Ginny's thoughts.
How am I supposed to work this out? He breaks up with me, and then a few weeks later he comes to me saying he was wrong. As much as I like hearing boys admit they are wrong I actually rather he didn't say it. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I actually got over him. I realised his reasons and respected them.
Then he comes back, acting as if I'm a little child who needs every decision made for her. I'm not!
Boys are so stupid, I mean he's Harry. "The boy who lived", "The Boy who stole my heart, gave it back and in the last five minutes stole it back again". He makes me so happy yet so scared, I hate not being sure about how I feel about some one. Especially when it's Harry, I mean I practically live with the boy. Not to mention he's my brother's best friends. He's practically my family.
O my gosh, did I just admit it? I think I love him.
I love Harry Potter! (Again.)
I may love him, but I'm still angry at him. He can't tell me when we can be together; I want to be with him. I don't want to have too wait for us to be safe. No one is safe at the moment, no one. What difference is it going to make if I'm with Harry or not.
That night at dinner.
Every one in the Weasley house was surprised to see Ginny at dinner that night. But they all assumed it was due to Harry's presence. Harry and Ginny were sitting next to each other, casually glancing at each other. At one point during the meal the Weasley boys were in a very heated "discussion" about Quidditch. Ginny leaned towards Harry and whispered in his ear
"I didn't want things to end for us aswell"
She then slowly entwined their fingers together, under the table. The rest of the table were completely oblivious to what had just happened, except Hermione who noticed the content smiles that had just appeared on both Harry and Ginny's faces.
thats it for 2nite guys, plz r&r.
winter...
