Harry hung his head and nodded, waiting for her reaction. When it came it was different to how he had imagined it. A sharp slap on each cheek left his ears ringing and although he winced in pain, he knew he deserved more than that. What shocked him the most was the harsh kiss that she planted on his lips, kissing him hungrily. When she was done, two more stinging slaps were delivered to his face before she began to pummel his chest with her fists as she yelled at him.
"How could you Harry? I loved you and you left me! With no real explanation! And then you pretend like you died. I believed you were dead! For three years! You let me think that you were dead! For what? Because you were ashamed? I hate you Harry Potter!" She screamed at him, tears flowing down her face, she threw a final punch at his chest, and connected with his shoulder. There was a loud crunch and she cried out, cradling her hand to her own chest, weeping. He reached out to her but she flinched away.
"Ginny, I…" He tried to talk to her but she cut him off.
"I don't want to hear excuses Harry. I've spent the last three years trying to deal wit the fact that the man I fell in love with decided to sacrifice himself to save everyone. And now I find out that you never really died in the first place." She whispered, turning away and heading back down the hill. He considered following her but chose not to. Instead, he apparated back to the park outside his house.
"Ginny, there you are. I heard your screams and I was about to come looking for you, are you okay? What's wrong with your hand?" George met her just outside the house as she appeared again. She sniffed and shrugged, allowing him to pull her into a hug.
"I don't really know what happened. I mean, I do know what happened but I don't know why it happened." She muttered, knowing she didn't make any sense. He laughed at her and led her inside, calling for Molly.
"What's all the yelling for...Oh, Ginny! What happened?" Molly came out of the kitchen and stopped when she saw that Ginny was cradling her hand.
"I think it's broken mum. C-can I talk to you in private, please?" She asked, fresh tears threatening to fall. Molly nodded and led the girl into the kitchen, shooting George a knowing look as she cast a silencing charm on the room. Once inside, Ginny sat on a chair while her mother fussed over her hand.
"Mum. He's not dead." Ginny blurted out suddenly, not able to contain it any more. Molly looked up at her sharply.
"What do you mean he's not dead? Of course he is. Why would he make you believe that for all these years?" Molly shook her head, laughing at Ginny's wild imagination.
"I mean, he's alive. He was on the hill. I was yelling at him and hitting him. And I accidentally got his shoulder, that's how I hurt my hand. Then he tried to talk to me but I brushed him off. Now I don't know if he'll come back." Her words trailed off as she began to cry again.
"Are you sure, dear? I mean, you didn't just fall down and hit your head?" Molly prompted, wanting to believe her daughter but not entirely sure if she should.
"Yes. He was there. I kissed him and then I yelled at him and now he hates me and thinks I've turned into some sort of crazy witch." Ginny cried, throwing her hands in the air.
