Silent Music
Chapter 33
Disclaimer: No no No No no no!! These characters are not mine!
Author's note: Hey everybody! I'm so happy with your response!! And no, brilliant is not a synonym for mean and Laurencdq, I loved the bloody brilliant! ( It made me feel so smart!! Lol!) Anywayyyyyyy, I'm bakkkkkkkk!! So let's get the party started!! ( the author smacks herself on the head for sounding really high but the truth is she's really happy to sort out Harry's problems now!)
Harry felt a sudden jolt of pain in his chest. In fact, it was so intense that he nearly clutched his hand to his chest. His head pounded when he realized the extent of his uncle's betrayal. And then a question popped into his mind which filled his chest with cold dread. Did his uncle have any hand in the murder of his parents'? Sweat popped on to Harry's brow as he realized the mental struggle he was about to face. While a part of him furiously protested against the fact that his uncle was involved with the murder of Harry's parents, Harry could in no way explain what his uncle was doing talking to Voldermort.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. A red haze, similar to the one that he had experienced in the Headmaster's Room, settled in front of his eyes. He made to push the screen away just as the hidden passageway sprang open. Ginny, who was crouched on the floor next to him, instinctively understood what he was going to do. She caught hold of one of his legs with a strong grip and when Harry angrily tried to shake her away, she refused to budge. She didn't know what was going on exactly but on a deeper perhaps sub- conscious level knew that it was imperative that Harry didn't get caught here by these men. Not only because it would lead to awkward questions on why they were here on the first place but also because if Harry revealed himself right now, it would lead to future problems for him. She gently but firmly held onto Harry's leg and looked up at him beseechingly.
Harry wasn't paying her any attention and was fully concentrating on trying to get his hands around his uncle's neck. Ginny tugged at his leg again, hard, till he looked down at her. The expression of rage on his face frightened her for a second. His face was already shadowed by the filtered moonlight but the part which could be seen had a menacing expression on it.
Their end of the room was submerged in darkness and the cloudy night only offered partial relief. The growing storm outside was nothing compared to the one shadowing Harry's face. Ginny felt a shiver go through her yet she gathered the courage to defy him.
Then the cloud which had been partially hiding the moon passed and the moonlight clearly lit up his face. Ginny felt something inside her relax as she realized that this was her Harry and no matter how angry he got, he would never hurt her. And she would not let him go and endanger himself because of a fit on anger. She didn't care about herself as much as she did about Harry. Because of this, she held his gaze with her own and empathetically shook her head in a negative gesture. Harry's face grew darker as he felt her cling to him. But Ginny held on nevertheless, only letting go when the three men exited the room through the secret passageway. Harry's nostrils flared with frustration and growing anger as he saw his uncle leave the room and shut the door behind him.
Ginny relaxed her hold on him and slumped against the screen. Harry looked down at her with a contemptuous look and stalked off out of the room. Ginny let out an exhausted breath as the air finally cleared of the emotional tension. Then with a weary shake of her head she got up to follow Harry. If she didn't talk to him now, he would probably stew for a long time.
She swept out of the room giving the area a cursory glance to make sure she hadn't dropped anything. She tip toed past the secret room, smirking a little as she recognized the book which acted as trigger to the passageway. The name was so apt for the circumstances that she knew she would remember it easily. The name was True Lies
a.n- ok intense kissing scene ahead. This is the first time I'm writing anything like it so please tell me if its ok.
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Harry stormed out of the main entrance, his chest heaving with anger. He moved with single minded intent towards the garden. He needed to be away from everybody to think. And besides, they would just nag him and refuse to listen to him.
And he felt his face harden as remembered how Ginny stopped him from going after that traitor he called uncle. Never in all the time he had known Ginny had she gone against him or defied him. How could she do that now? Now when he was so close to getting his parents' killer.
He slammed his fist into a convenient tree, ignoring the little voice that said she was only trying to protect him. He raked his hands through his hair, squeezing his eyes tightly against the emotions he was feeling now. He sank down next to the tree, his hands in hair while he rested his head against his knees.
He looks so tired, Ginny thought sympathetically. She was a little out of breath running after him and had been ready to give him a piece of her mind when she finally caught up with him. But then when she saw him sink to the base of the tree the only thing she felt was pity. What was it that was tormenting him so? She thought. Right now, she only wanted to soothe him. Then once he was calm, she could give her a piece of her mind. He would welcome it since he didn't have a mind of his own, she thought philosophically. But damn, if she was going to let him walk all over her. Ginerva Weasley backed down to no one and Harry better realize this, Ginny thought.
She walked up to him very softly. But Harry, as it always had been with the two of them, knew she was there and rested his cheek on his knees to face her.
She looked so beautiful, he thought involuntarily before mentally jerking himself to remember he was angry at her. He shouldn't notice the way her gown shimmered in the moonlight or the way the wind gently blew her hair away from her face. But try as he could he couldn't summon up his previous anger towards her.
She sank down gracefully near him, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. She didn't say anything or look at him reproachfully. She picked up one of his hands and gently entwined his fingers in her and kissed their joint hands. Harry had already wrapped one of the long strands of her hair around his finger. He watched it for a while as it shimmered like cold fire.
Suddenly, a deep loneliness welled up inside him, along with the pain that had been submerged for so long. He wanted some of Ginny's gentle loving and comfort and he wanted it right now. It was almost as if something dark had been released within him and Ginny was the only one who could ever make happy again.
His hand which had been clasping Ginny's tightened almost painfully and he drove his other hand into her hair to roughly pull her closer. He used that to pull her close to him and Ginny, caught unprepared, nearly fell into his lap. Harry didn't ask her permission to kiss her as he normally did but crushed his lips to her.
His other hand closed into a fist as he crushed her to him, one of his hands freeing itself from her grasp to curve around her back and squeeze her close to him. He kissed her deeply, almost furiously, again and again. He held her as if he was never going to let go.
Ginny was a little scared at first but after a moment, she relaxed and started kissing him back deeply too. Harry released her hair to wrap both arms around her. He nearly squeezed the breath out of her but Ginny didn't mind and leaned back in his arms to enjoy the kiss. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders and neck, trying to calm and soothe him.
She ran her hands through his hair as Harry slanted his mouth over hers again and again desperately.
Wow! Was all Ginny could think as Harry slipped in a nibble or two in the middle, his hands moving feverishly up and down her back. The overhead storm erupted over them, showering them with biting rain, acting like a shield for the entwined lovers under the tree. Harry didn't want to let Ginny go and whatever guilt he might have felt was totally absolved by the fervent way Ginny was kissing him back.
The wind whipped her hair around Harry's face and Harry finally felt the desperation inside him ease a little. He broke away for breath. Ginny was panting a little and Harry gave her swollen lips a gentle kiss, as if asking for forgiveness.
The sweet aftermath of the storm stole away Ginny's breath as no furious kisses could have. These kisses were different from the tentative ones Harry had given her earlier.
Although, it appeared the storm had passed, the one in the skies as well the one within Harry, as quickly as it had come, he didn't let her move away from him. Her face was covered with rain drops which Harry proceeded to kiss away, a soft blushing staining Ginny's face where ever she was kissed.
Harry stopped once he was sure that all the drops had been kissed away and only then let her move away a little from him. Ginny was lying against him weakly, and didn't protest when he turned her in his arms so that she sat with her back fitted to his chest. His arms closed around her possessively as he rested his chin against her hair, occasionally taking sniffs from her hair.
He finally felt the peace he craved roll over him. He was content and couldn't think of being anywhere else but here. All his problems were temporarily at bay as he relished the feel of her hair gently blown against his face. He knew that she had questions of her own and she would not rest till he answered them. But for now, she too seemed content to snuggle against him and rest her head against his chest.
They sat there for what seemed like a long hour, watching the moonlight spill over the beautiful gardens, the fountain sparkling as it caught the moonlight. The white jasmines and roses gleamed milky white. Harry stretched one arm and picked up a white rosebud which he put in Ginny's hair.
She placed one hand against it, gently patting it in place before turning towards Harry.
She looked up at him seriously, placing her small hands against his chest and asked, "Can I ask you a question Harry?"
Harry smiled down at her indulgently; his expression a sea change from what it had been an hour earlier.
"Of course you can sweetheart."
"Harry", she hesitated a bit before continuing, "What's going on?"
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