Loving Alone
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. JKR does.
A/N: This is set during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Crabbe's transferred to another wizarding school, and Goyle was killed by a rogue bludger whilst playing Quidditch in the holidays.
This is slightly Harry/Ginny, but also it's (unrequited?) Draco/Harry slash. If you don't like slash, stop reading now. Don't carry on reading & then flame me. Thanks, dramaqueen.
This one's in Harry's pov for a change (plus it worked better that way).
(Oh, and thanks to all of my reviewers!)
Chapter 8
It was over a week since Harry and Draco's encounter and the former had yet to tell Ginny that it was over between them. He knew that he had to do it sooner rather than later, but the young wizard just couldn't find the words.
'Why is it,' he wondered, 'that the 12 year old me could save her from an ancient and deadly creature, yet the 17 year old me can't bring myself to end our relationship?' On second thoughts, he knew *exactly* why he couldn't bring himself to do it; a basilisk was one thing, 6 protective older brothers was quite another, especially when one of them was your best friend. It had taken Harry long enough to talk Ron round to the idea of him dating the Weasley's little sister in the first place, so splitting up with her would also mean an end to his and Ron's friendship.
"Our drinks are here Harry." Ginny interupted her boyfriends thoughts as their wild berry-shakes appeared on the table in front of them. It was Saturday afternoon and the young couple were sitting in there favorite Hogsmead cafe (well, technically they were sitting *out*side it, as during the summer months the garden out back served as an extension to 'Amy Briar's Cafe'). Just a few weeks ago, the sun glistening off of Ginny's hereditary red hair and reflecting the golden flecks in her beautiful green eyes would have sparked something deep inside of Harry. But now all that had changed. 'The- boy-who-lived' had realised that he was 'the-boy-who-liked-boys', and that wasn't a revelation that he could ignore. "We need to talk." He said finally.
To his surprise the reply he was given was far from the one he had expected. "How did you...?" "I just realised I couldn't deny it anymore." Harry admitted, slightly shocked. Then his shock turned into mild anger as he added; "How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me?" Ginny was clearly confused. "Known what? What couldn't you deny?" All it took was one look in her eyes for Harry to realise that she really did have no clue as to what it was that he was trying to tell her.
"I'm...Draco's letter..." Harry took a deep breath, then once he had cast a quick privacy charm around their table, he somehow found the words to tell her the truth. "I cast a truth spell on the letter Draco sent me the other week, and it turned out not to be a joke. He really is in-love with me. And the strangest part was that I was glad. No, more than that. I was happy. It was like a light turned on inside of me or something. So I went to see him in his room after breakfast and..." Tears were running down both of their faces as the reality of Harry's confession hit them. "I'm so sorry Virginia."
"Why couldn't you have realised this 2 months ago?" Ginny asked simply, wiping at her tear stained cheek. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said. Why couldn't you of decided that you were gay 2 months ago?" "It's not something that I decided. It..." Before he could complete his response, Ginny interupted; "It's too late for excuses Harry. I'm pregnant."
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. JKR does.
A/N: This is set during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Crabbe's transferred to another wizarding school, and Goyle was killed by a rogue bludger whilst playing Quidditch in the holidays.
This is slightly Harry/Ginny, but also it's (unrequited?) Draco/Harry slash. If you don't like slash, stop reading now. Don't carry on reading & then flame me. Thanks, dramaqueen.
This one's in Harry's pov for a change (plus it worked better that way).
(Oh, and thanks to all of my reviewers!)
Chapter 8
It was over a week since Harry and Draco's encounter and the former had yet to tell Ginny that it was over between them. He knew that he had to do it sooner rather than later, but the young wizard just couldn't find the words.
'Why is it,' he wondered, 'that the 12 year old me could save her from an ancient and deadly creature, yet the 17 year old me can't bring myself to end our relationship?' On second thoughts, he knew *exactly* why he couldn't bring himself to do it; a basilisk was one thing, 6 protective older brothers was quite another, especially when one of them was your best friend. It had taken Harry long enough to talk Ron round to the idea of him dating the Weasley's little sister in the first place, so splitting up with her would also mean an end to his and Ron's friendship.
"Our drinks are here Harry." Ginny interupted her boyfriends thoughts as their wild berry-shakes appeared on the table in front of them. It was Saturday afternoon and the young couple were sitting in there favorite Hogsmead cafe (well, technically they were sitting *out*side it, as during the summer months the garden out back served as an extension to 'Amy Briar's Cafe'). Just a few weeks ago, the sun glistening off of Ginny's hereditary red hair and reflecting the golden flecks in her beautiful green eyes would have sparked something deep inside of Harry. But now all that had changed. 'The- boy-who-lived' had realised that he was 'the-boy-who-liked-boys', and that wasn't a revelation that he could ignore. "We need to talk." He said finally.
To his surprise the reply he was given was far from the one he had expected. "How did you...?" "I just realised I couldn't deny it anymore." Harry admitted, slightly shocked. Then his shock turned into mild anger as he added; "How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me?" Ginny was clearly confused. "Known what? What couldn't you deny?" All it took was one look in her eyes for Harry to realise that she really did have no clue as to what it was that he was trying to tell her.
"I'm...Draco's letter..." Harry took a deep breath, then once he had cast a quick privacy charm around their table, he somehow found the words to tell her the truth. "I cast a truth spell on the letter Draco sent me the other week, and it turned out not to be a joke. He really is in-love with me. And the strangest part was that I was glad. No, more than that. I was happy. It was like a light turned on inside of me or something. So I went to see him in his room after breakfast and..." Tears were running down both of their faces as the reality of Harry's confession hit them. "I'm so sorry Virginia."
"Why couldn't you have realised this 2 months ago?" Ginny asked simply, wiping at her tear stained cheek. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said. Why couldn't you of decided that you were gay 2 months ago?" "It's not something that I decided. It..." Before he could complete his response, Ginny interupted; "It's too late for excuses Harry. I'm pregnant."
