A.N. Okay peeps. This is the last chapter until Sunday or Monday! I hope you enjoy it! It's a little shorter than usual.
Malena
Harry stared. He was not seeing correctly. He couldn't be seeing correctly. He reached up and rubbed his eyes. Didn't help. He pinched himself, just to make sure he was awake. He was. He was about to approach her, and demand to know what she was doing, sticking her tongue down the throat of that man, but he didn't. Instead, he watched as Jersey pulled away, and smiled at the man. They stood up and walked away, his arm around her waist.
Harry took his key out of his pocket and said, "Take me home." He was immediately transported to his apartment. He sat down on one of the chairs that he had picked out and put his face in his hands, thinking hard.
Jersey is cheating on me, Harry thought. It's nothing more, nothing less than that. What should I do?
Harry drummed his fingers on his forehead, and then he stood up. He started to pace the room.
I have to break up with her, Harry finally decided. I don't think I can keep seeing her if I know that she has that secret.
Harry was about to go to the door, when he heard the doorbell. It was Ron.
"Hey, Hermione just got us tickets for the Quidditch match. Bulgaria against Turkey, come on!" Ron stared at Harry for a moment and then said, "What's the matter?"
"Oh… it's nothing important," Harry said, grabbing his cloak. "So, let's go."
"All right," Ron said, with a worried look still on his face. "Let's go."
Harry didn't see Jersey until the next Friday, at a Quidditch Practice.
"Hey Harry!" Jersey said, bounding up to him and pecking him on the cheek. "How's it going."
"Fine," Harry said, a little more stiffly than he would have done usually. "How are you Jersey."
"I'm okay," Jersey said. "This is great Quidditch Weather." Harry grunted in reply.
"Not a cloud in the sky," Jersey went on. "Maybe we should go on a picnic or something after the practice."
"I can't," Harry said. "I've got to go to the D.M."
"Oh," Jersey said. "Well, maybe we'll get together this weekend."
"Are you sure you don't have to meet your cousin?" Harry said under his breath.
"Pardon?"
"I said, I'm sure that we have to meet this weekend," Harry said. "I need to talk to you."
"Okay!" Jersey said. "Maybe we can watch another movie." She winked at Harry, kissed him, and walked over to Yolanda to chat.
Harry wiped his mouth off and put his broom over his shoulder.
"Harry, are you okay?" James asked, later that night when Harry had stopped by for a visit. He had been awfully quiet.
"Yeah, I guess," Harry said.
"What's the matter?" James asked. "Girl trouble?" Harry shrugged.
"Well, tell me about it." Harry sighed, then opened his mouth to say something, but an owl flew through the window and landed next to James. James hurriedly read the letter that the owl had delivered and said, "Oh, I'm sorry Harry. I gotta go to work. Maybe we can talk later."
"Yeah, okay," Harry said. He returned home.
"Hello Harry!" Jersey said, later that weekend when Harry had invited her over.
"Hi Jersey," Harry said.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes."
"Well, what is it?"
"Jersey, who was that man you were kissing at the ice cream parlor?" Jersey's face paled, and then she said, "Man? Oh, you mean my brother?"
"I thought you were meeting my cousin."
"That's what I meant," Jersey said, getting paler. "I mean- my c-cousin looks so much like my brother, that I get the t-two of them mixed up sometimes."
"Right. So, why were you kissing him?"
"Don't people usually kiss their relatives?"
"Well, I've never seen anyone French with their cousin."
"I didn't French him," Jersey said, getting red. "I- I j-just…" She couldn't think of anything to say.
"Jersey…" Harry stared at her, but she was avoiding her eyes. "Jersey, I think that we should see o-"
"-Other people?" Jersey said, looking dumbfounded. "Why? I told you, that man was my cousin."
"No offense, but you aren't the best liar in the world."
"Harry," Jersey said, standing up and wringing her hands. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because, I hate people who lie to me," Harry said.
"Yeah, so do I, but I mean-"
"No, Jersey, you don't understand. I've been through way more than you can understand. I just think it would be best if we just break it off."
"Right," Jersey said, a bitterness in her voice that Harry had never seen there before. "I get it, I'm not good enough for you."
"Jersey-"
"No, I know. I'm not good enough for the famous Harry Potter-"
"I really hate it when people call me that." Harry said, getting to his feet.
"Oh, this is great. Now you found another one of my imperfections, another reason to break up with me."
"Jersey-"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE BREAKING UP WITH ME!" Jersey shrieked suddenly.
"Jersey, maybe you should just go," Harry said, pointing to the door.
"Fine," she said, scooping up her coat. "Just remember this, don't expect a relationship when you come CRAWLING BACK to me."
"I'm not going to come crawling back," Harry said.
"Sure, whatever you say," Jersey said sarcastically. She walked through the door and slammed the door so hard that a painting hanging on the wall fell to the floor.
Harry collapsed into one of the chairs and sighed…
DING DONG! Harry heard the doorbell ring from his rooms. He disentangled himself from the covers and went downstairs. Ron was at the door.
"What would the neighbors think?" Ron said, eyeing Harry's messy hair and his rumpled pajama pants.
"Shut up," Harry yawned.
"We're going to the Grind, and were wondering if you would want to come."
"Sure, just a sec, I gotta get dressed. Make yourself comfortable."
"'Kay." Harry went back up the spiral staircase and into his room. He pulled on dark blue robes and his cloak. He ran a brush through his hair (which didn't help) and went back down.
"All right, I'm ready."
"Hey Hermione!" Harry said, when he and Ron had Apparated to the Grind. "Hi Ginny, hi Jer-" Harry stopped in mid-sentence. Sitting next to Ginny was Jerasina Matten.
"Hello Harry," Ginny said cheerfully. "Is something wrong?"
"No, nothings wrong." Harry said, glaring at Jersey. He sat down next to Hermione and ordered some coffee from Chelsea.
"So, how have you been?" Hermione asked.
"I've been good," Harry said.
"So have I," Jersey said.
"How are your jobs going?"
"They're going great," Harry said. "In the D.M I helped catch Lucius Malfoy, who has been on the run for about 5 or 6 years now."
"In MY job," Jersey said. "There is this asshole who-"
"Jersey," Ginny said in a warning voice.
"All right, all right," Jersey said.
"What is wrong with you too?" Hermione asked, "I mean, the only words that have come out of Jersey's mouth are sarcastic and you've been completely ignoring Jersey, Harry." Harry glared at Jersey for a moment, who glared back.
"Did you two break up or something?" Ginny asked, looking from Harry to Jersey, and back at Harry.
"It's not important," Jersey said coldly.
"Of course it's important," Hermione said, leaning forward. "Did you two break up?"
Still glaring at each other, the two of them nodded slowly.
"Oh, that's too bad," Ron said. "You two made such a nice couple." Jersey snorted.
"Okay," Ginny said slowly. "Maybe we should change the subject."
"Good idea," Hermione said. "Ginny, have you moved into Matt's apartment?"
"Yep, just finished last night," Ginny said, sipping her drink. "I still have to unpack a bunch of stuff. And last night, a bunch of books fell on me, that's how I got this." Ginny turned her head and showed a small cut with a bruise around it.
"Ouch! That had to hurt," Ron said.
"It did! But don't worry about it, it's healing fast."
"Okay…"
The five of them finished their coffee, and then Harry proclaimed that he had to go to work. He paid his part of the bill and Disapparated.
The next few months went by slowly. Harry had a few girlfriends, but each relationship ended in disaster. Harry and Jersey, were no longer speaking to each other. The only time that they saw each other was at Quidditch practice. Jersey would always leave with her new boyfriend, her "cousin".
Harry was sitting at home one night when he heard DING DONG! He dropped the book that he had been reading and answered the door. Jersey was standing there.
"I've come to get something that I left here a few months ago," she said stiffly.
"What is it?" Harry said. Jersey took her wand and said, "Accio cloak!" Jersey's bright red cloak went flying to her. She put it over her shoulders and said, "Thank you Harry. And just to let you know, one of these days you will come back to me."
"Doubtful, very doubtful," Harry sneered. He closed the door in her face and went back to his book. He heard the doorbell ring again. He gave a frustrated sigh and went up and pulled the door open.
"I told you-" Harry was about to say, but he stopped. It wasn't Jersey who was standing there. It was Ginny, with tears pouring down her face.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
A.N. That's all for now! This chapter is dedicated to Lizzy/Tygrestick who is a wonderful reviewer!!!!!!!!!! I seriously hope y'all review!!!!!!!!!!!
Malena