Chapter Four
The only reason I did that was because I had been focusing so much on wanting to kiss Draco again, Ginny told herself the next morning as she dressed for class. She knew that, since she was now officially engaged, she shouldn't have been doing anything with Harry. But last night, no matter how much the good side of her had told her it was wrong, she hadn't cared at all. The only thing that had mattered was kissing him. And now because I was just being overly hormonal or whatever, I feel like shit.
Ginny walked down into the common room to see it empty, except for Ron and Hermione going at it on the couch.
"You guys, that's just nasty," she said. The two broke their lips away from each other long enough to look up at her.
"You're just jealous because you haven't been getting any action," Ron said with a grin, which was accompanied by a playful smack from Hermione.
"Shows how much you know," Ginny commented, leaving Ron looking confused about what that meant. Not bothering to waste her breath on explaining, she went off to breakfast, leaving the two of them alone to do whatever it is that they do.
"You look repulsed, Gin," Harry remarked as she sat down across from them at the Gryffindor table.
"Well I just saw your two best friends sucking one another's faces off, so yeah, I am a bit repulsed," Ginny stated, helping herself to some bacon.
"Well, people do that. Especially when they are dating like the two of them are," Harry replied. Is it just me, or is he hinting at something here? Ginny asked herself. Nah, that's ridiculous.
"Yes, I suppose so," she said disconcertedly, trying to figure out where he was going with that conversation.
Since he didn't say more on the subject, Ginny let it drop and allowed her mind to wander back to her fiancé. Subconsciously, she found herself looking over at the Slytherin table in the direction of a particular blonde boy. She caught his eye and he smirked at her, and then airily went back to his conversation with Blaise Zabini.
The mail came and Ginny received a letter by an unfamiliar owl. She didn't open it, not wanting Harry's vigilant eyes to read it, should it be from whom she suspected. Quickly, she finished eating and rushed out of the hall with a hasty goodbye to Harry. As soon as she was alone in a corridor that was rarely used, she sat down her bag and pulled out the letter.
Ginny,
Since we are due to be wed in two days, we may as well start talking. We're going to be stuck together for who knows how long; it may as well not be total torture. Meet me by the Quidditch pitch after classes today.
D.M.
Ginny sighed and put the letter back in its envelope. Could there really only be two days left? Not wishing to be late to class, she hurried off to transfiguration. The day dragged on terribly slowly, and Ginny found herself waiting for her final class of the day to end anxiously.
There would be no harm in what she did with Harry if she just went on and pretended that it had never happened. Of course, there was absolutely no need to inform Draco of what happened. Sure, he had done the same thing, but he would still be angry. She didn't want to ruin the civil sense they had started.
Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, class was over. Ginny practically ran out of the room, knocking over a skinny first year as soon as she got out the door. Since she wasn't entirely paying attention to where she was going, she literally ran into Harry on her way out.
"Oh, sorry," she said breathlessly. "I'd love to stay and chat but I really must be going." She tried pushing past him, but his strong arms withheld her.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he requested, a small smile on his lips.
"I just have to go, I'm really sorry Harry," she said, managing to pull back and continue on her way.
"Ginny, we need to talk," Harry called exasperatedly after her. Not knowing how to reply, she kept going as if she hadn't heard him.
Once she got outside, Ginny slowed so that it didn't appear to Draco as if she had rushed to meet him. She quickly shoved her books into her bad and smoothed her scarlet hair. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to where he was leaning casually against one the Quidditch goal posts.
