Author's Note: Hello all!Here is chapter fourteen of "Fly On The Wall" we are reaching the end here, with only about two chapters left. I hope you enjoy this one, and review if you liked it.
Where We Left Off
"Harry what the bloody hell are you doing here?" I exclaim loudly, and drunkenly I might add.
"What do you think I'm doing here Ginerva? You know Ron and Hermione are my best friends, and they are having a baby in this hospital, or are you too drunk off your ass to know that?" He snips harshly with a glint in his eye I knew that he used to only reserve for Voldemort and Snape. Apparently I'm so evil that I'm on their league now, because he's throwing it in my direction something fierce. It's quite scary actually. Maybe even scarier because of how high my blood alcohol level is right now.
"You can't be here right now, you're not welcome here." I say quietly, not really sure what I'm even talking about at this point to be completely honest.
"You can't tell me what to do anymore. We're not together anymore. And why not anyways? What do you not trust me to be here? Might I do something crazy? Might I shag that nurse over there or something?" He says as he takes a look at the attractive nurse that is passing by our conversation. As the nurse hears us, she looks Harry up and down approvingly, as if she'd be willing to give it a go.
"Back off slut, he's my boyfriend! Or he used to be my boyfriend, it doesn't matter he's not available for you to shag in some abandoned hospital bed at the moment!" I say loudly, as the nurse spies yet another attractive male across the lobby and walks over to him instead. Stupid whore. Whatever, she should have been more sensitive to the fact that I am drunk and enraged right now.
"You're doing it again! This is why it never would have worked Ginny, you're too jealous. You are so afraid that you aren't good enough; that you're going to lose what you have to someone else who you think is better. You never realized how amazing you actually are, you were too wrapped up in how much better everyone else was. You were too wrapped up in being afraid of losing me, that you couldn't stop it when you actually did lose me. And to think I bought a ring." Harry says solemnly, as he begins to turn away and walk back towards Hermione's room. I take it all in and I try to stop him, and I grab at his elbow, but he's out of reach. He was always out of reach and I'm just now realizing it. He's right, he has always been right about me. He has me figured out more than I do, and that scares me. He's slipping away right now down the hallway so I yell to get his attention.
"You bought a ring?" I ask as my voice cracks. He turns around slowly, to look me in the eyes across the hall. He takes a few steps towards me, and I a few towards him. We meet somewhere in the middle, and he whispers softly to me.
"Ginny, give it up. I love you, but it will never work. We will never be able to get past what you did, you will never realize that you are so beautiful and amazing that I would never have dreamed to leave you for someone else. I would have never done anything like that to you. But it's too late now, you turned it all into a game, and you lost. You lost your chance, and I'm sorry, and I love you but it can't happen again. I've been through too much in this lifetime to have to fight for love. I just can't anymore." He says against my ear, as he grips my hand. It feels warm in mine, which is so cold. So very warm as his fingers slide through my own and retreat back into his pocket. He takes a step backwards, and turns around. I close my eyes, and when I open them up, he's gone.
Twenty minutes later in the hospital cafeteria.
I'm drinking a lukewarm cup of coffee, in a plastic chair, at a plastic table, in an awful hospital cafeteria. And I am all alone. I am in such a horrible state right now, that when I got my coffee I saw that they had doughnuts, and I didn't even want one. I don't think I've ever felt bad enough to not want to climb the calorie mountain. Wow, I am bad off. I guess it's just realizing that he was right all along. Especially the part about me being beautiful and amazing. I know that he's right on that one. I'm kidding of course, I'm not that egotistical. But nonetheless, he was right I am perfectly adequate, and it was obvious that if Harry had wanted to be with someone else, then he would have been. He wouldn't have been with me, if he wanted someone different. And there he was with me, and I didn't understand it. I questioned it, and I analyzed it, and I never saw that he was with me because he wanted to be. Not because he couldn't find anyone better, but because in his eyes there was no one better.
And that's a tough realization to come to when you're not even eating a doughnut, let me tell you. All I feel now is tremendous guilt. Guilt for what I've done guilt for what I put him through, guilt for what I put myself through. How can I ever apologize? How could he ever even begin to forgive me? Because I'm not sure that if I was him that I would. But he just has to, I can't move on if he doesn't. And I guess that's what I have to do. I have to move on he made it pretty clear to me that the two of us can't be together. And I know I've always gone after what I wanted, and I do want him. But I just have to let him be. Maybe one day he'll come back to me, but if he doesn't I'll know it's not because he's an asshole it's because I'm one. This isn't right, there is a new baby coming into the world today, and here is his or her aunt acting all kinds of broken. But I guess I kind of am broken.
You know this coffee isn't so bad, I guess. I think that you can get used to pretty much anything if you try. I could probably get used to being without Harry. I could probably even get used to behaving well and not acting like a scarlet woman. I might even get better at my jealous tendencies. I can try can't I? I'm not saying that I won't always love Harry, because I will. But if he thinks that it's just not in the cards then I can respect him for that. Can't I? I think I probably could. It probably won't be easy or fun for me. It won't be fun not to lash out at people like Ho…Cho, whatever. But, I can probably do it. I can settle down, and stop drinking, and stop lashing out, and just focus on my career and becoming a better person. I think that I can do that. Or at the very least I can try.
What is that awful noise that I hear? It sounds like a large group of manic macho assholes parading through the hospital. Who would make such a racket in a hospital? Don't they know that people are being born and simultaneously dying in this place? Is nothing sacred to those gits? I swear I must be a git magnet or something because I swear it sounds like one of them is screaming my name. I take a look out of the cafeteria window and see a flash of red hair, and I know that those gits are my gits. And I jump out of my chair my cold coffee is spilt all down my front but I don't even care. I whip out the door, and follow the noise. When I finally reach my destination I see a bevy of redheads, in a world of celebration. Apparently my niece or nephew has finally been born. I wait for someone to notice me and fill me in, and finally Dad turns to me.
"Well there you are Ginny, or should I say aunt Ginny? You have a brand new nephew to welcome to the world." My dad says genially, as Mum begins to speak.
"Hermione has been asking to see you dear, in fact you and Harry will be the only one out of us to actually see the baby so hurry up so we can have our turn." Mom says, as she pushes me in the direction of the delivery room. I knock timidly on the door, and then before waiting for a reply open the door and step into room. My breath gets caught in my throat as I open my eyes to see Harry holding a small bundle in a blue nursing blanket with a shock of red hair coming out of the top. I take a few steps closer and land somewhere at the foot of bed.
"Well it's about bloody time Gin-Gin-Ginevra bloody Weasley! I've just popped out this baby, and you weren't even here to congratulate me, and I am sodding pissed off." Hermione exclaims woozily, and then closes her eyes. I hear a sigh from Ron's direction as he begins to speak.
"Don't mind her Ginny, she's a little doped up from the drugs. A while ago she called ago she started calling me Pansy Parkinson. I'm not sure exactly why, but the doctors say the effects will wear off pretty shortly. In the meantime you should meet your new nephew. "He takes the small bundle out of Harry's waiting arms, and hands him to me. I look down at the little face, and then I look up into Harry's face which has an adoring smile on it. I know how much he's always wanted a family. It hurts me to have seemingly gotten him one step closer to his goal only to have pulled the rug out from underneath him. I look once again at the baby, which is now sleeping softly in my arms. And a single tear falls from my eye.
"He is beautiful" I say, and not because it's one of those things that you have to say to new parents even if they're offspring is butt ass ugly, but because I really mean it. He is beautiful, the perfect addition to the Weasley clan. I can already tell.
"His name is Arthur Theodore Ronald Weasley the Second, which Hermione decided. Personally I think it's a name that is too big for a boy that small, so I'm calling him Teddy ", Ron says with a smirk.
"Well, he really is a beautiful. I mean that. But I think we should clear out of here because Mum and Dad, and the rest of them are clamoring to get in here as soon as possible. I wouldn't want to deny them that one second longer." I say, as I hand Teddy back to his father.
"Yeah, she's right we should probably leave and make some more room for the rest." Harry says with a nod, as he pats Ron on the back, and places a small kiss on Hermione's forehead and then proceeds to follow me out the door. The rest of the family doesn't even speak to us as we exit, and they begin to crowd into the small room. I sit down at one of the worn waiting room chairs, and Harry sits down across from me. There is nothing but silence for several moments. And I don't know if you know this about me or not but I fucking hate silence. And I know that I'm trying to become a more mature individual so I shouldn't even been saying the word 'fuck' but it just stands true here. I fucking hate it. So I speak.
"So how do you feel, Uncle Harry" I say with a small giggle. I don't know why I'm so nervous. He's made it pretty clear that there is nothing going on anymore. But there it is I guess.
"I guess I just feel very confused. You know how badly I've wanted a family, and seeing the two of them in love with this perfect little child it just has me thinking all kinds of crazy things." He says with a shrug of his shoulders, and a look in my direction. I notice that he's no longer looking at me as if I'm Snape, which I have to say is encouraging.
"What kind of crazy things? You can tell me you know." I say softly in case it's a secret just so he knows I'm serious.
"I guess I just thought that at this stage in my life I would have already found the kind of family that they now have with someone, well actually you. It just makes me sad to think that we could have had something like that, and now it's all gone. "He says shockingly.
"Well Harry, I'm sorry that you feel that way. I really am. I thought that we could have something like that too. And I know that I screwed that all up, and I take full responsibility for everything that happened. But, I would be willing to try again if you were too." I say with bated breath expecting for him to blow up at me again and to start propositioning nurses for sex. I don't think I am mentally prepared for anything of the such again. I can see the wheels turning in his head and he takes a minute or two to speak again, and then suddenly he does.
"Okay we can try, but there's a condition." He says with a small smile upon his lips.
'What is it? I'll do anything." I say, as I secretly am hoping that he is not about to tell me that if we start it back up there will be a sex guarantee or anything of the like. I mean I like sex as much as the next girl, but every single night, sometimes more than once a night, I can't do that, I'm too lazy.
"Don't worry it's nothing like a sex guarantee or anything like that, although now that I think about it, that's not a bad clause to bring into effect. " He says cheekily and again I swear he can read my mind or something. He is always on the same page as me, it's too fucking weird. He doesn't wait for me to reply so he starts again.
"Since you were always so afraid of losing me, so jealously afraid of me going to someone else instead of you, you have to win me back." He says with a smirk, and looks me straight in the eyes.
'Win you back? How would I go about doing such a thing?" I ask clueless.
"Well, as you've probably noticed on your Quidditch schedule our teams are playing each other in a week's time. If you want me back, you'll win. You catch the snitch, and you have me back. If not, and you lose to me, well then you really do lose me. It's your call." He says with a wink.
"You want to base the continuation of our relationship on the outcome of a Quidditch match?" I ask dumbfounded. I can't believe he would even suggest something like this. I knew that there was a reason I loved him so much.
"Well that's the deal, take it or leave it." He says as he extends his hand out for me to shake.
"Okay, deal." I say as I shake his hand.
"See you in two weeks, and maybe later that same night if you win." He says again with a wink as he gets out of his seat and walks out of the hospital.