*'Ginny & Harry's Plot'*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, its characters, and the whole Hogwarts deal isn't mine; it belongs to the wonderfully gifted J.K. Rowling. So, all I've done is this story that I honestly hope you enjoy!
Short Summary: Ginny and Harry create a plot to set up their two stubborn friends, but they realize something else along the way
PG: for possible MILD language (Ron's mouth...in chapter 5, but Hermione corrects him ^^.)
.::fic by AngelwingS::.
*Chapter 6: Out in the Open*
Chapter Summary: Every unofficial couple has something to figure out. It's the last chapter!
*'Ginny & Harry's Plot'* *'Ginny & Harry's Plot'* A/N: PLEASE READ!!
All my excuses for not posting are in my bio, lol ..btw, for any updates or info, you should probably look there. Anyhow, this story is not edited, merely looked over. It is not complete, therefore, if you want the real deal, you have to wait. Later, I will merge the two chapters together (with an edited ending), and the story will be complete (and, postted under Ron/ Hermione! Any confusion? Tell me in a review, and I will answer in my profile/bio.
THUS, IF YOU WANT AN EDITED, COMPLETE ENDING -- DO NOT READ THIS--!! but if you do read it... reviews are quite welcome =)... I just posted this because I felt bad that i had not posted in forever and a half. sorry =( ...---
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Ginny sighed heavily, watching her brother run after Hermione. "Do you think they'll ever figure it out?"
Harry nodded, though not entirely confident that either would admit anything soon -- they had spent the previous two years in such complete denial that even Harry couldn't predict what they could or couldn't do or when they would do anything. "Eventually," he muttered, his eyes downcast. Ron and Hermione certainly needed to sort out their feelings, but it now seemed likely that they weren't the only two; Harry wasn't confident of what Ginny thought but had certainly noticed his sharp change of emotion and every spark that he had felt while he was with her.
Frustrated, Ginny let out an exasperated groan before turning around to face her date. "Do you want to go for a walk or something?" She was either purposely ignoring the fact that the picnic was still set up, unaware of it, or honestly didn't care. Harry, however, made no attempt to argue and stood to walk (away from the path their friends had taken) beside her.
Harry and Ginny were silent for a few minutes; Harry not wanting to look at Ginny in fear that she would look prettier than he had seen her at his last glance. She had been doing that a lot; it was like one day she woke up and decided to be exceptionally beautiful. Or perhaps, Harry thought, he had woken up one day and opened his eyes. Right then, he couldn't remember when there had been such a transformation within his feelings.
Ginny, unknowing of Harry's contemplative thoughts, said softly, "I really do hope they realize what they have, you know. All this work...it's not in vain..."
"Yeah, I know," Harry replied looking up and directly ahead, "That's why I agreed to help you. I don't think it's a lost cause ...we just have to convince Ron and Hermione that."
"It's really nice of you, Harry. Pretending to like me and all..." Ginny stated feeling a familiar heat rise unexpectedly to her cheeks.
Harry didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer, but his cheeks were brilliantly red, and he felt fortunate that the light was dim. He wasn't aware, however, of Ginny's own blush.
There was an uncomfortable lack of conversation.
"I didn't conjure this up to set us up, Harry..." Ginny misinterpreted.
Harry was feeling immensely guilty, but he couldn't tell Ginny precisely why he wasn't answering. He uneasily chanced a glance at her; that did it, there was a tiny frown on her face, and though he truly loved her smile, her minute pout was surprisingly endearing, and her eyes, though reflecting concern and frustration, were still characteristically bright and beautiful. He could have continued the list of things about her that made him feel the way he did if Ginny hadn't gently grabbed his arms and stared straight into his eyes. "Harry, are you mad at me?"
Harry shook his head vigorously as though the physical action could shake off all the thoughts in his head. There was another long pause, and Harry could tell Ginny was starting to feel uneasy; naturally, this made him feel worse. "I'm sorry Ginny, I don't mean to be so quiet... I'm not ignoring, or anything -- I've listened to every word you've said. I just have some stuff on my mind, that's all."
"Well, why don't you talk about it?"
"I can't."
"Of course you can, we're friends aren't we? Listen, you've been nothing but wonderful with all my antics to try to put the two dunderheads together. How could I not be there for you?" She gently placed her hand on his arm, ignorant to how she was affecting him.
Harry felt his ears heat up undeniably. Why did she have to be so wonderful herself? After yet another uncomfortable pause, Harry breathed in a great sigh. He couldn't pretend that the feelings weren't real, weren't there, or that'd they go away because he just knew they wouldn't; it was that simple. All he had left to figure out was how Ginny would react to his newfound thoughts. "I don't want to hurt you."
Ginny eyebrows furrowed and her eyes filled with even more concern and confusion. "Harry, what are you talking about?"
"What if, by your connection to me, I put you in danger?"
It was the first time Harry had said anything about danger surrounding them. His words, that had once pushed away from such a negative perspective, that had once urged to people to not forget to live while predicting their death, took Ginny by utter surprise. The unavoidable war loomed before the entire magical world, and Hogwarts seemed no exception. Older witches and wizards mournfully and fearfully remembered the world as it had been, and everyone seemed to live in fear of when the war would once again become a reality. Ginny didn't like his approach at all; she sternly reminded him, "Harry... you can't push me away."
"Well, I at least can't bring you closer."
Ginny stared at him in horror, "So what? You want to deprive of one the most important people to me?"
Harry was feeling worse as the conversation excelled. "Ginny, you've become really important to me too.... I'm just being cautious, that's all."
"Well, I don't care if you think You-Know-Who's going to come after me simply because I'm associated with you. I care for you way to much, Harry, to drop you for something like that."
"I care for you too, Ginny, a lot."
"I know, Harry."
"Ginny, you don't understand."
"What do you mean?" When Harry didn't answer, Ginny said gently, "You have to tell me, so I can understand."
Harry looked into her determined though confused brown eyes; he couldn't fight it anymore. "Ginny, you've become so much more to me..."
Ginny looked at him, not quite fully comprehending, "I know, Harry, but what are you trying to really say?"
Harry stared intently at her. Maybe he shouldn't get her involved -- how could he put her in that danger? Then again, Ginny willing put herself in that position, and everything would be so much better if she could be there for him, if he had something to really fight for; something he never had before. He didn't know how to tell her, though, so he decided to move slowly into the idea. "Ginny, when we were together, well, pretending to be together... what did you feel?"
Ginny's eyes widened: could he know? Could he know that all her feelings rushed back without any warning, and it was as though her crush had never left but simply matured? "Harry, I don't understand."
Harry sigh with exasperation, maybe Ginny didn't feel the same way. He suddenly felt immensely regretful that he had never realized this before and had let her go. "I felt something when I held you."
"Really?"
"Yeah, everything felt so much better. I don't think you understand what I was saying before. My feelings have changed..."
Harry needn't say more; Ginny finally understood all he meant through his difficult words, and she stood on the tips of her toes to do the boldest thing she had ever done before. Ginny Weasley kissed Harry Potter.
When the two finally broke apart, they felt an amazing sense of reassurance and warmth. With his arm around her small waist and with her head gently laying against his chest, Harry smiled and realized that it was meant to be -- everything was right.
A/N: sooo? what do you think? suggestions? things i simply *must* keep in or *must* take out? please tell me!