Chapter 5
A/N: Backtracking a lil bit here. This is right after Harry leaves Ginny in the garden.
Harry stepped out into the lawn, feeling almost angry toward the love of his life. She was a woman of honor, and virtue; didn't she know what had almost happened, what that passion could have lead to? Presumably she had forgotten, in the heat of the moment. It was so obvious, but yet Harry didn't have the guts to say it out loud…
He ran his fingers through his untidy black hair, rubbing his temples. He needed to tell her about this, tell her what she already knew, so that she could avoid making this mistake in the future. But first he would need the guts; and before that, he would need to know how to word his question. He realized where his feet were taking him, and, grabbing his Firebolt out of the broom cupboard, he sped off.
The sensation in his stomach made him feel like he was eleven years old again; it erased most of the thoughts from his mind. Yes, exhilarating was the word. Or liberating. Or escaping. Something like that.
Harry sighed as he flew, slowing down to an easy sixty miles per hour. He was going to have to think about this sometime; why not now? Nothing was ever easy. Especially when women were involved. Having done nothing but wide, low circles around the Weasley property, he touched down in the yard, far away from the garden. Glancing towards the windows, Harry checked to see if Ginny was still downstairs. She wasn't; Harry hoped she had gone to bed, so he could have more time to think.
After taking two steps towards the Burrow, Harry caught his first glimpse of the Burrow.
"Oh, dear lord."