A/N: I got to vent all my break-up feelings! Oh I feel so much better.
Oh and I own nothing, she owns all. Just covering my ass.
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"She's staring at me again. Why in the name of all that is good and holy does she insist on following me, watching me, hounding me?! Why can't see just leave me to fantasising."
This summer Ginny seemed to be even more infatuated with Harry than ever before. She didn't seem to have the inhibitions about openly watching him that she had before. Anytime before this when she had been staring at him for more than ten minutes she would realise what she was doing, turn that particular shade of crimson and not meet his eyes for the rest of the evening. Now she just didn't seem to notice she was watching him at all.
What Harry didn't realise was that Ginny had lost her apprehensions due Harry's lack of response when she had been 'observing' him.
This was true. Harry had been living in his own world for quite some time now. This was why he had not responded to Dudley's jibes, Uncle Vernon's rantings or Aunt Petunia's continual nagging during the summer, which left them rather puzzled at so many easy victories over Harry. This was also Hermione's painfully stifled misery of the previous day had escaped his notice, and why he hadn't seen the small, kind and even slightly protective gestures Ron had been directing at her that morning.
He had been too busy with more important things. Things like perfecting the picture of Cho Chang that was hanging at the back of his head. He had been so busy recalling each line of her body, every angle of her face that he had barely said hello to the outside world. However, whenever he did feel compelled to rejoin the human race he had been in the best temper of his life as his rose coloured fantasies were probably the most delight- inspiring things he had ever experienced.
At this particular moment Harry had been perfecting Cho's expression as he made the grand romantic gesture that would win her heart. (Minor details like what this gesture would consist of could be worked out later). Just as he had been deciding on the exact degree of emotion that her eyes would hold, he felt a familiar pair of eyes boring into the back of his neck. Momentarily off put by Ginny's stare, Harry lost the details he had been working all morning to perfect, which was in his eyes sacrilege.
"Ginny." he managed to hiss through clenched teeth. Ginny started at being addressed directly by Harry for the first time that weekend. "Y-Yes?" she whispered meekly. "Will you do me a huge favour?" Ginny's heart leaped. A chance to do something for Harry! A chance to prove her affection, her devotion!! "Of course! I-I'm at your service" Ginny cringed at her failed attempt at a joke. : Maybe he'll think it's cute: she thought in desperation.
"Will you please stand up, walk into the house and leave me alone!"
"I wasn't doing any harm-"
"It's not that hard Ginny! Contrary to popular belief, I'm not that great and I'd really appreciate it if you'd just go and plant your affections on something more deserving, Maybe like that blue doll you have" The minute the words had left his mouth Harry regretted them. Ginny's face had gone deathly white and her mouth was twitching in a very unusual way, a way that could only be an attempt to hold back tears.
"Ginny I-"
"No, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad, I didn't think you minded. I-I'm sorry"
Ginny had barely voiced the shaky words before her tears came. She turned and fled into the house. Somehow she reached her room and threw herself on her bed crying and babbling to herself about how she should have known that she would only upset him, about how wrong it had been to follow him around like that how good he had been to put up with her for so long and how stupid and selfish she had been.
After a few moments of silence Harry tried to return to his musings, but his vision of Cho kept replacing itself with the image of Ginny's white tearstained face. This image coupled with the whimpering floating down from Ginny's open window caused Harry to be overcome with a sense of guilt he had never felt before.
"How could I."
Oh and I own nothing, she owns all. Just covering my ass.
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"She's staring at me again. Why in the name of all that is good and holy does she insist on following me, watching me, hounding me?! Why can't see just leave me to fantasising."
This summer Ginny seemed to be even more infatuated with Harry than ever before. She didn't seem to have the inhibitions about openly watching him that she had before. Anytime before this when she had been staring at him for more than ten minutes she would realise what she was doing, turn that particular shade of crimson and not meet his eyes for the rest of the evening. Now she just didn't seem to notice she was watching him at all.
What Harry didn't realise was that Ginny had lost her apprehensions due Harry's lack of response when she had been 'observing' him.
This was true. Harry had been living in his own world for quite some time now. This was why he had not responded to Dudley's jibes, Uncle Vernon's rantings or Aunt Petunia's continual nagging during the summer, which left them rather puzzled at so many easy victories over Harry. This was also Hermione's painfully stifled misery of the previous day had escaped his notice, and why he hadn't seen the small, kind and even slightly protective gestures Ron had been directing at her that morning.
He had been too busy with more important things. Things like perfecting the picture of Cho Chang that was hanging at the back of his head. He had been so busy recalling each line of her body, every angle of her face that he had barely said hello to the outside world. However, whenever he did feel compelled to rejoin the human race he had been in the best temper of his life as his rose coloured fantasies were probably the most delight- inspiring things he had ever experienced.
At this particular moment Harry had been perfecting Cho's expression as he made the grand romantic gesture that would win her heart. (Minor details like what this gesture would consist of could be worked out later). Just as he had been deciding on the exact degree of emotion that her eyes would hold, he felt a familiar pair of eyes boring into the back of his neck. Momentarily off put by Ginny's stare, Harry lost the details he had been working all morning to perfect, which was in his eyes sacrilege.
"Ginny." he managed to hiss through clenched teeth. Ginny started at being addressed directly by Harry for the first time that weekend. "Y-Yes?" she whispered meekly. "Will you do me a huge favour?" Ginny's heart leaped. A chance to do something for Harry! A chance to prove her affection, her devotion!! "Of course! I-I'm at your service" Ginny cringed at her failed attempt at a joke. : Maybe he'll think it's cute: she thought in desperation.
"Will you please stand up, walk into the house and leave me alone!"
"I wasn't doing any harm-"
"It's not that hard Ginny! Contrary to popular belief, I'm not that great and I'd really appreciate it if you'd just go and plant your affections on something more deserving, Maybe like that blue doll you have" The minute the words had left his mouth Harry regretted them. Ginny's face had gone deathly white and her mouth was twitching in a very unusual way, a way that could only be an attempt to hold back tears.
"Ginny I-"
"No, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad, I didn't think you minded. I-I'm sorry"
Ginny had barely voiced the shaky words before her tears came. She turned and fled into the house. Somehow she reached her room and threw herself on her bed crying and babbling to herself about how she should have known that she would only upset him, about how wrong it had been to follow him around like that how good he had been to put up with her for so long and how stupid and selfish she had been.
After a few moments of silence Harry tried to return to his musings, but his vision of Cho kept replacing itself with the image of Ginny's white tearstained face. This image coupled with the whimpering floating down from Ginny's open window caused Harry to be overcome with a sense of guilt he had never felt before.
"How could I."