A/N: First of all: Thanks to everyone
who reviewed the first part. I changed
a few things, so feel free and read the first part again, if you want. I know
it was a long time since I posted the last part of this story. Sorry for that,
but I had much stress in the last weeks. Now this part is very short, and I'm
not sure if it's any good. I would be very happy if you could tell me in a
review. :-D.
Three
month later (so
it's finally spring)
Ginny was
sitting on her four-poster bed. Again she thought about her life especially
about her love life. It was now three month since Hermione helped her with her
outfit, three month since her talk with Harry. When she thought about it, she
realized that she was rather disappointed about Harry's little speech to her.
At no point of their conversation he had confessed his undying true love to
her. He didn't tell her that he couldn't take his pretty eyes away from her.
When she had returned with Ron in the common room, rather hyper because of his
compliments, Harry had grabbed her hand and had guided her into a corner of the
room. He had pointed at one seat, signalling her to sit down. Ginny was looking
into his green eyes and had felt how her hopes were welling up again, she had
felt her cheeks blush and she had felt that she got lost in his eyes. However
when Harry had started to speak, she had a very hard time to concentrate, but
she was successful, at least, she had reminded herself that she wanted to tell,
one fine day, her grandchildren, how granddaddy and she had fallen in love. 'Stupid
me.' Ginny told herself three month later. Harry had started with a little
small- talk. Ginny had thought that he was a bit uncomfortable, and she
understood why, it was not a daily thing to confess his true love to another
person. Then ten minutes after they had started to talk, Harry had changed the
subject and had begun to speak about the former events. She remembered all to
well, what he said. She had laid down on her bed when she heard his voice
again, as clear, as if he stood in front of her. "Gin, I'm sorry about what
happened today. Somebody should have told you that Therese was going with us. You
must have felt embarrassed. You must
have felt like the fifth wheel." He had looked into her eyes as if he was
searching for an answer. Ginny had nodded and muttered something like "Yes a
bit, but it's okay now. Really I'm fine." He had also nodded and then
continued. "Next time we'll go to Hogsmeande together, I'll make sure…"
Ginny heart had began to beat faster, she had to hold back not to jump up and
hug him but he continued, " that we'll find a nice guy for you too." Her
heart shattered into thousand little pieces, her rosy cheeks had gone white and
she could barely hear him. She had stood up like in a trance and her lips had
switched to an unsure smile. "That would be great," she heard herself say.
Harry looked satisfied but not completely happy. Something in his eyes held
frustration, so Ginny thought. "Is this all?" she asked him. When he had nodded
she went to her dorm. She didn't want to show him any emotion again.
When she
entered her dorm, she had first of all changed the clothes, but she didn't felt
better. So she decided to have a shower. She stood under the water till it
became cold, her make-up was running down her pretty face and her long red hair
stuck together and Ginny felt not longer pretty, old Ginny was back again.
Originally
she had had the plan to leave the clique around Ron again, but Hermione didn't
let her. At the same evening Mione had come into her room. Her eyes were full
of sorrow. She had seated herself next to Ginny without speaking one single
word. They were sitting there in silent, for the next hours. When it had become
midnight, Hermione had said 'good night' and had left the younger girl.
It had become a ritual. Ginny had avoided the common room ever since her talk
with Harry and whenever she was alone in her room Mione would join her. In the
first weeks, none of them had spoken much. Hermione had showed her that Ron,
Harry and herself wanted Ginny in their group that they wouldn't let her slip
through their fingers again. One evening Hermione had entered the room as usual,
but this time Ginny was fully dressed, she took the hand of the older girl and
guided her back to the common room, where Ron and Harry played a game of chess.
Ginny seated herself on Ron's left side while she pointed on the seat to Ron's
right for Hermione. Mione had beamed down at Ginny. The two boys had also
recognized Ginny with satisfaction. Ron had patterned her back and had kissed
her slightly on her cheek while Harry had just looked into her eyes. Ginny
nodded and he had nodded back. It had been the still agreement that everything
was back to normal.
Ginny still
smiled when she thought how much Ron and Hermione had done for brining her back
into the circle. They hadn't spent one single evening together, for five whole
weeks. She never realized how much her brother loved her. He truly cared. Ginny
sighed deeply. Harry and she had become
good friends again, and since Ginny had joined them again, Harry had tried from
time to time to set her up with on of the best Quidditch players of Gryffindor
and sometimes Ravenclaw, but Ginny wasn't ready for that. Every time she had
returned from a date, Harry asked her if she had enjoyed herself. And every
time she answered truthfully. "Yes, but not as much as I should have." And for
some reason, Harry had always looked relieved, but she didn't understand why.
His eyes said good but his mouth told her every time. "I'm sorry." Ginny had
realized a long time ago that although she had six brothers, she would never
understand boys.
Ginny was
debating with herself about going to dinner or not when she heard a knock on
the door. The door was opened and Hermione stood in the doorframe. "Coming?"
she asked Ginny. The younger girl nodded and jumped out of her bed. Somebody else had made her decision and
Ginny was happy with this. She brushed trough her hair's a few times and rushed
down the staircase, a few steps after Hermione. Ron had already caught his
girlfriend at the last step. Next to them stood Harry, who was laughing very
hard. When she reached the last step Harry heaved her up and spun her around.
"Hey, Harry
let me down." Ginny said in a shaky voice, but her heart said. 'Please hold
me tighter.' Harry didn't let go,
at least not right now. Suddenly Harry realised how close they were, they were
looking into each other's eyes, and were wrapped into each other's arms, it was
just what Ginny had wished for the last six years. There heads came closer and
for a short second it seemed, as Harry wanted to kiss her. In the same second
Harry realized the situation and let go of her. "Sorry," the young man said
before he turned around rather sharply. "I think we should go now." He
explained before he headed out of the common room. Ginny looked confused at her
brother and his girlfriend, but they looked back at her equally bewildered.
After a few seconds, the three friends headed after Harry..
Little did
they know, that Harry was also very confused. He didn't understand why it felt
so good for him, when he held Ginny. He didn't understand why he wanted to kiss
her when her face was just inches away from his. And last but not least he
didn't understand why it felt even better to just hold Ginny close than to kiss
any other girl. A few seconds later Harry reached the Great Hall followed by
Ron, who griped his arm forcefully and spoke in a whisper. "Harry, we have to
talk after dinner, understand?" The other boy looked a little bewildered but
nodded.
Dinner was
really not fun at all, for the four friends. Nobody seemed interested in some
conversation with the exception of Ginny. When she had entered the Great Hall
she had seated herself next to Harry and across of Hermione and Ron. The young
woman tried to start a talk for a few times but didn't get back some
intelligent answers. So she decided to make a little bit of studying. Not at
one of her subjects but on her friends.
She watched
them all with a look of confusion. First there was Ron, who looked at Harry
with fury as if he feared that Harry wanted to hurt his sister, which he had
already done, Ginny reminded herself. Then she took a closer look at Harry, who
was sitting next to her with a complete blank expression on his face.
'He has
no idea what is going on,' Ginny thought, '…just like me.' She sighed heavily. For some
reason the girl had the strange feeling that there was more than only
confusion: Harry, the boy who lived, looked a bit frightened himself, but why?
Ginny thought about it for a few seconds but then the girl decided that it must
still be the final battle against Voldemort one month ago. They all had lost
many friends and were a little shaken. Ginny shifted her gaze at Hermione who
was literally sitting between two chairs. Mione looked from one boy to the
other and then back at Ginny. The girl
tried her best to encourage Hermione, without words.
She just
wished that this method would help. Ten minutes later, the last of the four
friends let his fork, drop. And for some unknown reason to Ginny, it seemed as
if everybody was rather relieved, when dinner was finally over.
A/N: Please don't forget to review. Thank you.