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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: ACCURACY IN MINUTES
Harry and Ginny spent the rest of the evening together, talking about their plans, about their future. It was an ackward conversation. Harry had never really thought about his future, except for wanting to be an auror. Everything else he expected to just fall into place. Kind of how this did. I guess it just wasn't a guy thing, to plan out every moment from birth to death. Voldermort was probably one of the main reasons why, too. Always having to watch his back, always having to protect the ones he loved.
Ginny on the other hand, always spent her free time planning her future. What she wanted to do, where she wanted to go, the number of children, the color of her wedding dress. Everything, down to the most intricate details. The only thing that she planned on changing, for the moment, was how old she would be when she had her first child, or children (in her case). In fact, that was the only thing that was being altered on her map to success. She had already added Harry's name to the spot of groom, after first encountering him on the plat form his first year.
"All of that seems so long ago," Harry said, after Ginny had told him her entire plan, recounting the tale of thier first meeting.
"It's been almost six years."
"Wow," he gawked, calculating the equasion in his own head, "has it really been that long?"
"Yup," she smiled, "and it will be only another five months until I deliver." Ginny not feeling comfortable any other way, was laying on her bed with her knees up. Her eyes focused on various parts of the ceiling while her hands fondled her large belly. She loved the feeling of her stomach, even though she felt like a cow, it was extrememly comforting to be able to see, feel and know that her babies were safe.
"It seems like only yesterday, that we were-" Harry paused, trying to find the least upsetting words, "in the forest. And it was only this morning when you told your parents." Somehow, Ginny knew that he was trying to make a point with all of these recollections, but decided to let him take the back roads to get there. "When actually yesterday we found out that you were pregnant with twins, and this morning we shared our first kiss." He stopped.
She was confused. "Where are you going with this Harry?"
"Well," he sighed, "I am just trying to calculate how many hours it has been since I admitted that I love you."
She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Her jaw dropped, and her lips quivered, but there was no sound that could be heard from her.
"But then I decided that it would be more accurate to count the minutes."
"Wha- what?"
Harry wasn't done with his schpeal. He hadn't even heard the whisper she had spoken because he was concentrating so hard on not messing up his orders and analygies. "The only thing I do know for sure," he muttered, "is that it has been 2 hours and 26 minutes since I told Ron that I loved you-" Ginny, who had managed to sit up, was now feeling quite dizzy at his words, "and 2 hours and 25 minutes since he told me to tell you."
So many thoughts, so many reactions. But what to say? Part of her was screaming at her for not launching herself onto his face, while part was telling her it was just a ploy. 'He did say that it was Ron he told, and Ron who sent him. Maybe Ron told him to tell you that he loves you,' she thought. But an argument was brought up, 'What if he really does? Then why did he wait? Maybe- I don't know. It's just another game to make you happy. What's wrong with that? Everything, if he doesn't really love you! Oh.'
Harry noticed that her eyes glazed over. She looked distant, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was what she looked like when she was thinking all of the things that he had heard earlier that day. "Ginny?" At the sound of his voice, her eyes filled with tears. Both were thinking the same thing, 'What does it mean?"
'I love him,' she thought, 'but I can't bear it if he's lying to me. I can't and I won't.'
Harry, although slightly perplexed, thought, 'I love her. Somehow I need to make her believe me. Maybe this reaction is my fault, she said not to bring up what happened this morning. Although, she doesn't know anything about what happened, she's goning to want to know. But how do I tell her? When? Now, later, after she asks? Why do girls have to be so complicated?'
"Ginny?" he asked again.
"I don't know why you are telling me this," she started flatly, "but I do know that I can't trust what you are saying." She didn't look at him. She couldn't bear to. Any sort of reaction to what she was telling him, would make it impossible to continue. "You are under a lot of pressure, from me, from your friends, your studies, my family and what not, but right now I feel like, somehow, I am forcing this out of you."
"Gin, no-"
"Don't finish that," she snapped, "What ever happened this morning, to make you 'realize' that you love me, I don't want to know about it. All I want to know is that you are going to stay by me. I love you, but I can't worry about you being honest to me right now. It's just too much stress. In five months, when all is said and done, then we can talk. But until then-"
Ginny couldn't finish her thought. Why? Because she decided, at that moment, out of pure habit, to look at Harry. He was hurt. There were tears stinging his eyes, and his jaw was clenched tightly with his lips unpenatrateable. His head bowed slightly in defeat, as he closed his eyes to allow a solitary tear to roll down the lenght of his face. He didn't want to really believe that she was telling him to forget about his feelings, yet at the same time express her love to him. How was it fair?
Harry felt suddenly embarassed. Crying in front Ginny, on any other occasion, wouldn't have been a bad thing, but to show his weakness towards her, after being rejected, was just not settling right for him. So, he did the only thing that he could do. "I'm sorry you feel that way."
"Harry," she moaned, as he stood to leave, "please don't let this come between us."
"Don't worry," he sighed, "I won't. I'll see you in the morning."
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A/N: Okay, to clarify things just a bit. I am, after this post, going to take a posting break for ONE WEEK. That's it, because of Homecoming. I know that Homecoming is usually just one day, but at my school, the event lasts for the entire week. Between building floats, decorating halls, toilet papering, drama practice, all the activities and games that we do, there will definately not be time to keep up. Especially since teachers don't lighten the load. (Except usually, on Friday, cuz of the game and the dance being on Saturday, they usually don't assign anything.)
On the other side of things, I thought about what a lot of you were saying, about the whole "I Love You" thing, and I finally decided to have Harry tell Ginny. A girl, who's like an older sister to me, just delivered a beautiful baby boy last night, so I'm kinda giddy for my "nephew." Hayden James (isn't that adorable?) is my reasoning for finally having it all out in the open. But, just because I'm happy doesn't mean that I was going to refrain from throwing a plot twist in there, as well. Keeping you all on your toes is what makes me happy, too. SNIZZLE!
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: ACCURACY IN MINUTES
Harry and Ginny spent the rest of the evening together, talking about their plans, about their future. It was an ackward conversation. Harry had never really thought about his future, except for wanting to be an auror. Everything else he expected to just fall into place. Kind of how this did. I guess it just wasn't a guy thing, to plan out every moment from birth to death. Voldermort was probably one of the main reasons why, too. Always having to watch his back, always having to protect the ones he loved.
Ginny on the other hand, always spent her free time planning her future. What she wanted to do, where she wanted to go, the number of children, the color of her wedding dress. Everything, down to the most intricate details. The only thing that she planned on changing, for the moment, was how old she would be when she had her first child, or children (in her case). In fact, that was the only thing that was being altered on her map to success. She had already added Harry's name to the spot of groom, after first encountering him on the plat form his first year.
"All of that seems so long ago," Harry said, after Ginny had told him her entire plan, recounting the tale of thier first meeting.
"It's been almost six years."
"Wow," he gawked, calculating the equasion in his own head, "has it really been that long?"
"Yup," she smiled, "and it will be only another five months until I deliver." Ginny not feeling comfortable any other way, was laying on her bed with her knees up. Her eyes focused on various parts of the ceiling while her hands fondled her large belly. She loved the feeling of her stomach, even though she felt like a cow, it was extrememly comforting to be able to see, feel and know that her babies were safe.
"It seems like only yesterday, that we were-" Harry paused, trying to find the least upsetting words, "in the forest. And it was only this morning when you told your parents." Somehow, Ginny knew that he was trying to make a point with all of these recollections, but decided to let him take the back roads to get there. "When actually yesterday we found out that you were pregnant with twins, and this morning we shared our first kiss." He stopped.
She was confused. "Where are you going with this Harry?"
"Well," he sighed, "I am just trying to calculate how many hours it has been since I admitted that I love you."
She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Her jaw dropped, and her lips quivered, but there was no sound that could be heard from her.
"But then I decided that it would be more accurate to count the minutes."
"Wha- what?"
Harry wasn't done with his schpeal. He hadn't even heard the whisper she had spoken because he was concentrating so hard on not messing up his orders and analygies. "The only thing I do know for sure," he muttered, "is that it has been 2 hours and 26 minutes since I told Ron that I loved you-" Ginny, who had managed to sit up, was now feeling quite dizzy at his words, "and 2 hours and 25 minutes since he told me to tell you."
So many thoughts, so many reactions. But what to say? Part of her was screaming at her for not launching herself onto his face, while part was telling her it was just a ploy. 'He did say that it was Ron he told, and Ron who sent him. Maybe Ron told him to tell you that he loves you,' she thought. But an argument was brought up, 'What if he really does? Then why did he wait? Maybe- I don't know. It's just another game to make you happy. What's wrong with that? Everything, if he doesn't really love you! Oh.'
Harry noticed that her eyes glazed over. She looked distant, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was what she looked like when she was thinking all of the things that he had heard earlier that day. "Ginny?" At the sound of his voice, her eyes filled with tears. Both were thinking the same thing, 'What does it mean?"
'I love him,' she thought, 'but I can't bear it if he's lying to me. I can't and I won't.'
Harry, although slightly perplexed, thought, 'I love her. Somehow I need to make her believe me. Maybe this reaction is my fault, she said not to bring up what happened this morning. Although, she doesn't know anything about what happened, she's goning to want to know. But how do I tell her? When? Now, later, after she asks? Why do girls have to be so complicated?'
"Ginny?" he asked again.
"I don't know why you are telling me this," she started flatly, "but I do know that I can't trust what you are saying." She didn't look at him. She couldn't bear to. Any sort of reaction to what she was telling him, would make it impossible to continue. "You are under a lot of pressure, from me, from your friends, your studies, my family and what not, but right now I feel like, somehow, I am forcing this out of you."
"Gin, no-"
"Don't finish that," she snapped, "What ever happened this morning, to make you 'realize' that you love me, I don't want to know about it. All I want to know is that you are going to stay by me. I love you, but I can't worry about you being honest to me right now. It's just too much stress. In five months, when all is said and done, then we can talk. But until then-"
Ginny couldn't finish her thought. Why? Because she decided, at that moment, out of pure habit, to look at Harry. He was hurt. There were tears stinging his eyes, and his jaw was clenched tightly with his lips unpenatrateable. His head bowed slightly in defeat, as he closed his eyes to allow a solitary tear to roll down the lenght of his face. He didn't want to really believe that she was telling him to forget about his feelings, yet at the same time express her love to him. How was it fair?
Harry felt suddenly embarassed. Crying in front Ginny, on any other occasion, wouldn't have been a bad thing, but to show his weakness towards her, after being rejected, was just not settling right for him. So, he did the only thing that he could do. "I'm sorry you feel that way."
"Harry," she moaned, as he stood to leave, "please don't let this come between us."
"Don't worry," he sighed, "I won't. I'll see you in the morning."
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A/N: Okay, to clarify things just a bit. I am, after this post, going to take a posting break for ONE WEEK. That's it, because of Homecoming. I know that Homecoming is usually just one day, but at my school, the event lasts for the entire week. Between building floats, decorating halls, toilet papering, drama practice, all the activities and games that we do, there will definately not be time to keep up. Especially since teachers don't lighten the load. (Except usually, on Friday, cuz of the game and the dance being on Saturday, they usually don't assign anything.)
On the other side of things, I thought about what a lot of you were saying, about the whole "I Love You" thing, and I finally decided to have Harry tell Ginny. A girl, who's like an older sister to me, just delivered a beautiful baby boy last night, so I'm kinda giddy for my "nephew." Hayden James (isn't that adorable?) is my reasoning for finally having it all out in the open. But, just because I'm happy doesn't mean that I was going to refrain from throwing a plot twist in there, as well. Keeping you all on your toes is what makes me happy, too. SNIZZLE!