LIVE YOUR LIFE
- Part 2 : Nice evening -
Harry hasn't changed in years. He was still the same, his black hair clashing with his green eyes. But now, he didn't care about showing his scare. Because of it, he was recognized everywhere he went, and had some girls impressed flying around him. He had known how to use his celebrity. He was someone who didn't care about what others were thinking. He simply lived like he wanted. The only thing he really cared was his family, the Weasley. If anything happened to it, he would fly over the sky to join it. He loved every member of it.
When Ginny left for the bathroom, he immediatly asked Molly Weasley how was Ginny.
" She isn't as fine as she told you… " she answered.
" I can see that… She seemed so tired… "
" She is. I don't know how to cheer her up. "
" I could try…"
Molly sat in relief. " I'd hope you's say that… Yes, please, try… "
Harry smiled. " What could please her ? "
" Make her simply think at something else. "
Harry winced. " How is he ? "
" Not good. " Molly sniffed.
Harry could see tears coming into her eyes. He got up and went to hug her. She sobbed in his arms.
Spending a lunch with her mother and Harry made feel Ginny better. Harry hasn't been curious about Paul. She knew he has had asked her mother. She liked his discretion.
" Ginny, what do you think if I take you out this evening ? "
Ginny's face lightened up " And what will we do ? "
" I haven't been to a soccer game for a long time ! "
" A soccer game ? " Ginny laughed.
Harry wondered about her laugh, long ago, she had been crazy about muggles things… Maybe it was only to please him.
" That would be great. Thank you. "
" You didn't forget the rules ? "
" No ! I think I can remember. "
All afternoon, Ginny had been impatient. She couldn't wait to go out. She hadn't gone out for months. She chose a pair of blue jean, her baskets and a warm sweater in her closet. She knew she would freeze at the soccer stadium.
" Ginny, you're ready ? " yelled Harry at the bottom of the stairs.
" I'm coming ! "
Molly Weasley entered the corridor.
Harry winced " She kept telling me that for 10 minutes. "
She reconforted him " She's a woman… We like being long to prepared ourselves. "
" Yeah, taht's stupid. " He smiled.
" I'm here. " Ginny came down the stairs.
Harry and Molly Weasley stared at her. They could swear she was wearing some make-up, it was so light, they couldn't really say, but it still made look her better.
" Let's go. We're gonna be late… "
Harry took her hand and headed for the door.
" Enjoy ! " threw Molly Weasley.
" See you later ! " said Ginny.
And Harry and her disappeared behind the door.
On the stoop, Harry grabbed his broom, one of the most efficient of the moment, in his other hand. Ginny stopped right away.
" We won't use it, will we ? "
" Yeah, we're gonna use it, how'd you think we're gonna go there… I've no car… "
Ginny looked at him. " I can't ! "
" Why not ? "
" I've not been on a broom since Hogwarts ! "
Harry made a little laugh. " Really ? ! "
" Hey ! " She slapped his shoulder " Don't laugh at me ! "
" Don't you trust me ? " He put himself on the broom, still holding Ginny's hand.
" I trust you, but I won't get on that broom. "
" Come on, Ginny ! I'm one of the best players of Quiddich and you don't trust me with a broom ? "
Without waiting her answer, he quickly put her on the broom and said " Go ! "
" No ! " Ginny grabbed him and shut her eyes.
But soon, she could feel some wind on her face. It was refreshing. Plus, Harry wasn't a bad flyer. When he landed, she opened her eyes and rapidly got down the broom.
" So ? " Harry was radiant. " How d'you feel ? "
Ginny looked at the crowd around the stadium.
" We're gonna be late. " And she began to walk fastly.
Harry hid his broom and joined her in the queue.
" You're mad at me ? " he asked.
She looked at him, smiling " Of course ! "
" Nah, you're not. " He smiled too and got out of his pocket two tickets. " Come on, we can go without waiting ! "
She looked at him with surprise. He had all planned. She wished she was with Paul at that stadium. But he didn't know soccer, it was funnier to go with Harry.
The game went fine. She had feared to freeze, but she hasn't been. She has been more excited than ever. Shouting, swearing and laughing with Harry was a great therapy. When the referee whistled the end of the game, she became disappointed. Harry who had noticed every move from her, understood she didn't want the evening to be over.
" Want to go in town ? "
" What for ? " Again, Ginny's face lightened up.
" Don't know… For a butterbeer ? "
She smiled " Or a beer ? "
He winked at her " Alright. "
The travel on the broom went better for Ginny than the first. She was getting used to Harry's fly. He decided to land between two big buildings and once, down, they chose a pub by chance.
Letting Ginny sat in the back of the room, Harry ordered two beers at the bar and brought them to the table. Ginny began to take off her sweater, her top followed. She made it fit, but Harry has already noticed Ginny's belly. The first thought who went through Harry's head was that she was too much thinner. He then thought at the possibility that she wasn't fine at all. He had noticed how she was tired and how she seemed weak. Now, he has noticed how thin she was.
Ginny looked at him. " What ? "
Harry shook his head. " Nothing. "
" You're sure ? "
" Yeah, sure… "
" Give me my beer… "
Harry hesitated, but he couldn't ask her things too personal.
After few hours, Ginny couldn't stop talking…and drinking…
" And I answered… " she swallowed hard… " I answered… " She giggled " I don't remember. "
Harry winced. " Ok, Ginny… " He took her bottle from her hand. " I think you drank enough. "
Ginny took her bottle back. " No I didn't. "
Harry became serious " Yes you did. Let's go home… "
" No ! " Ginny laughed but Harry could see fear in her eyes.
He pinched his lips. She began to cry.
" I'm sorry… "
" You don't have to… "
" No, I'm sorry… I'm so pathetic… As much as the winner of that Big Brother show…"
He smiled to her. How could he not smile. She was lost but yet she tried to be funny.
" Come on ! I take you home. "
" Ok… "
Ginny barely understood she was on the broom when she again felt wind on her face. Harry had his arms around her. He held her so much tight, she knew she couldn't fall. But she really felt bad. Her stomach made little jumps. " I'm not feeling well… "
She heard Harry " Hold on two minutes, please… We're almost at home. "
She let her head rest on Harry's shoulder.
Harry took Ginny in his arms. She was as light as a feather. He got no problems to lay her on the bed. He began to take off her pair of jean. While her legs were appearing to him, he gasped. She was as thick as a skeleton. He threw the trousers on a chair, and took her tops away. She was there, lying unconscious, in panties. He touched one of her cheeks with the end of his fingers. She was letting herself dye. He closed his eyes, holding back his tears.