I'm
Outta Love - Anastacia
By Emma the Dilemma
A/N: My first serious fic
and my first songfic. Thanks to Trinity Day and Vicki Granger for beta-reading.
Enjoy!
It
was late June and small, soft sprinkles of rain were falling upon the outskirts
of the village of Ottery St Catchpole where Ginny Weasley, a sixth year student
at Hogwarts School or Witchcraft and Wizardry, lived with her parents and six
brothers.
Suddenly
with a slight *pop* Harry Potter, a young and rather spunky wizard appeared on
the doorstep of the Burrow – the Weasley's lair. His fingers had barely touched
the magical doorbell when it opened. Framed by the door, there stood Ginny
Weasley, dressed in a simple, emerald green sundress.
Harry
Potter looked up, smiled and said, "Hey
Gin! I was coming up next week. Why'd
you owl me to come earlier?" Harry stepped forward and, taking Ginny in his
arms, softly yet passionately kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth.
"I
have to tell you something, Harry," said Ginny with a hint of sadness in her
voice as she pulled away from the kiss.
"About
what?"
"About…
about… us, Harry," stammered Ginny.
Now baby come on
Don't claim that love you never let me feel
I should've known
'Cause you've brought nothing real
Come on be a man about it
You won't die
I ain't got no more tears to cry
And I can't take this no more
You know I gotta let it go
And you know
"What's
wrong with us?" asked Harry attempting to embrace her again.
"Not
here. Come upstairs," she whispered as she led him by the arm up to her room
where he dropped his bag and once again attempted to embrace her. "Harry…"
"I
love y-" he started.
"Listen
to me, please," pleaded Ginny. "I have to get this off my chest."
'And
a beautiful chest it is,' thought Harry, his eyes straying to Ginny's fully
blossomed chest. 'Stop it! She's trying to tell you something and it seems
important too.'
"For
six years I have loved you and only you. I've watched your every move and
worshiped you and all I've ever wanted was for to as much as notice me. Then
one day you realized that you wanted me."
"I
do want you. I love you Ginny," said Harry with a confused look.
"Do
you? I really don't know anymore. And because of that I feel like we've drifted
apart."
I'm outta love
Set me free
And let me out this misery
Just show me the way
To get my life again
'Cause you can't handle me
I'm outta love
Can't you see
Baby that you've gotta set me free
I'm outta love
"What
are you saying Gin?" he asked brushing his lips across hers.
Ginny
pulled away and said, "I'm saying that I don't think we are working."
"You
don't want me anymore, do you?" asked Harry with obvious finality, sadness and
frustration in his voice.
"I
just think," stammered Ginny, "that we're… we're not really going anywhere. I
sometimes feel like you don't love me but
rather the idea of being in love. At
one point I do believe that we were in love – at least I hope so."
Said how many times
Have I tried to turn this love around?
But every time you just let me down
Come on be a man about it
You'll survive
True that you can work it out all right
Tell me
Yesterday did you know
I'd be the one to let you go?
And you know
"Harry…
Harry… are you listening to me??" Harry allowed Ginny's voice to wash over him
as he nursed his head in his hands. "Harry I still want to be friends. I know
that sounds cliché but I think we can be better friends than we were boyfriend
and girlfriend."
Ginny
advanced and lightly touched his hand. "Do you understand, Harry? I want you to
be happy. I've seen all those girls looking at you. You're Witch Weekly's most
eligible bachelor after all. How could they not look at you like that??
Thousands of girls would just die for the chance to be with you."
'She
doesn't get it,' thought Harry bitterly, 'I want HER.'
I'm outta love
Set me free
And let me out this misery
Just show me the way
To get my life again
'Cause you can't handle me
I'm outta love
Can't you see
Baby that you've gotta set me free
I'm outta love
"Who
is he?" asked Harry surprising Ginny.
"Who
is who?" asked the confused redhead.
"The
guy who is going to make you happy. Your Prince Charming. All your dreams
answered. Your perfect male with his hormones all over you. All over your
body," Harry's voice had rose to a slight yell but once again dropped to a
whisper.
"Does
it really matter?" asked Ginny searching Harry's face for any trace of
expression. He showed none. Neither hate nor anger. His face was completely
expressionless but Ginny knew Harry Potter; he was desperately hurt and so was
she.
"Harry,"
said Ginny softly, "if you feel any heartache now it would have been worse in a
few months-"
"Do
I feel any heartache? Ginny, of course I do. Who is he?"
"I
don't want to part on bad terms…"
"Neither
do I Gin. But if you really don't want to part on bad terms, tell me,"
persisted Harry.
"You'll
hate me…"
"I
could never do such a thing," replied Harry with a look that almost made Ginny
cry and want to take it all back.
"It's
Draco Malfoy," whispered Ginny looking up, scared at Harry.
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me too, yeah
Seems like my time has come
And now I'm moving on
I'll be strong yeah
"MALFOY,"
yelled Harry, not troubling to keep his voice down. "Malfoy is your Prince
Charming?? He is the man of your dreams??"
"*Draco,*"
said Ginny stressing the name, "Is a perfect gentleman. He understands me and-"
"Malfoy
doesn't understand *anybody* and he's a… a SLYTHERIN."
"He's
changed a lot. Don't you want me to be happy??" Ginny looked at him as her eyes
began to water. She cradled her head in her hands when she suddenly felt Harry
giving her a friendly and totally non-romantic hug.
I'm outta love
Set me free
And let me out this misery
Just show me the way
To get my life again
'Cause you can't handle me
I'm outta love
Can't you see
Baby that you've gotta set me free
I'm outta love
"I'm sorry Gin. I really am. I was being selfish. I do
want you to be happy. Can we still be friends?"
"I hope so. I really
do."
I'm outta love…
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