Chapter 3:

Desperate

ok so this is really late and im really sorry....really i am...i've been really busy but i wanted you guys to have this before i left on a week long trip with no internet so sorry for the wait... its a really short chapter i know...it was written in sort of a rush so i can understand if you don't like it...its ok....id like more people to review though...not to be pushy but hey....anyway i added Hermione in her for humor...yeah i know Hermione and humor together WHAT?!? but don't knock it...ok please review...

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Harry woke up the next morning in a sort of daze. He really didn't have any idea how he had woken up in Ron and Hermione's house inside a room he never remembered being there before. He had no idea how he knew this was Ron and Hermione's house considering his eyes were closed, he just did. After a few deep beathes to make sure he really was awake, he opened his startiling green eyes.

Staring down at him was a redhead. A readhead with the most amazing, powerful, happy brown eyes he'd ever seen. Ginny Weasley, the love of his life, was staring down at him. She turned around a light shade of red appearing on her face.

"Awake already Potter?" she asked with a forced bitterness. It seemed as though she was trying to sound angrier than she really was. It seemed as though she was desperately trying not to smile.

Harry wondered how he had gotten here. He tried and automatically remebered. A wall had attacked him then by some weird phanominane, a brick joined in with the fun and he fell unconsious. What an exciting trip to the store.

"Hello? Are you with me? Or did the brick give you brain damage?" Ginny asked turning around to look at him again. Sure enough, a priceless Ginny Weasley smile rested on her pink lips.

Harry siliently prayed that maybe, one day, she would kiss him again with those lips. That is if he had luck, which seemed to be the thing he didn't have on his side, or the only thing depending on how you looked at it.

He smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine, just in ridiculous pain where I was attacked by a brick that flew out of nowhere."

Ginny laughed. "Nice to know the chosen one can't even fend off a flying brick."

Harry laughed too. He hadn't smiled this much in ages. Finally, there laughter died down and they were lost in an akward silience. He rememberd back to the time they had their first kiss and he wondered if that would work now. Studing her face he realized that maybe that wasn't the best strategy at the moment.

Ginny sighed and snapped Harry out of his deep thought. She looked so sad, like something was missing. A hopeful thought lept into his mind, what if he was that thing missing. Her head was lowered slightly.

Harry let out an internal sigh. She was way to irresitable for any sane man, let alone insane. And as Harry thought about what he was about to do, he decided that he was completely insane. His plan would either leave him amazingly dead on the floor or with Ginny for the rest of his life. Or possibly both.

Back to basics, he laughed to himself.

Then, he to the plunge. He kissed her. For a second she kissed back trying to deepen the kiss. Then it seemed she remembered all the hurt he had caused her and pulled back. Her face wasn't angry though, it seemed almost sad.

"Get out," Ginny whispered.

Harry stood up, shocked. It seemed almost perfect, how could it have been the wrong thing.

"Get out!" she said louder.

"But, Ginny," Harry began.

"You heard me! OUT! I WANT YOU OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR UGLY FACE NEAR ME EVER AGAIN! GET OUT!" she screamed tears running down her face.

He stepped closer too he in an attempt to sort things out, but then she took out her wand.

"Leave now or I'll hex you! LEAVE!" Ginny screamed.

He loved her so much but she had left her no choices. It seemed he had to leave or she would never forgive him.

"I sill love you Gin," and with that he disapparated.

Hermione's POV last night in the grocery store

I just stood there watching Harry and Ginny having a nice conversation. Akward, but nice. Boring, but a step in the right ditection. They were going over the same how have you been that all ex's go through. I had to do it once with Victor, it was aweful. I hated every second of it, so I can sympathize for these two, but what's needed is needed, no matter how much it hurts.

Finally though, they started to talk like normal people. Even friends. That is until Harry ran straight into a wall. It was funny, which made it hard not to laugh. Luckily, my quiet laughter could not be heard over Ginny's loud laughing and Harry's mock anger groans in protest. Luck was on my side.

But soon the conversation started to slow. I could tell by the way they looked that it would be terrible if it ended now. Then I became desperate. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I called for a brick.

"Accio brick," I muttered.

One came soaring from nowhere and into my hand. I took a deep breathe and threw it at him. Immediately he feel unconsious and Ginny went into hysterical laughter and apparated them to my house.

Ok so looking back on it now, maybe last night didn't go over like I wanted it to. Especailly since it ended with Ginny screaming at Harry at the top of her lungs about him to get out. But I couldn't help but intervene alittle. I just couldn't. The brick thing though. That was a total accident, but I was desperate.