-'Ginny?' Harry breathed as he was desperately trying to catch up to her fast pace. As he did, he grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around.
-'What? What the hell do you want, Potter? Better make it fast 'cause I'm tired of listening to you, do you hear me? So say whatever the hell you have to, and then be gone, for Merlin's sake. Ten seconds, go...' She said fury and hurt written all over her face. She wasn't going to make this easy for him after everything he had put her through.
-'Uh...oh... o... k...' he stuttered, trying to gather his thoughts as quickly as he possibly could. 'Ginny, you could do a lot better than Malfoy, you know it as well as I do. So what the hell are you doing with him?'
-'Save your breath, you arrogant asshole.' She interrupted, 'Your ten seconds are up, and I don't need to hear this crap anymore, not from you of all people. If you're done with your little speech, I'd like to apparate home, so kindly remove your hands off my shoulders.' She said furiously. Her expression was icy, as if nothing could get through to her. As she got ready to go, Harry made one last attempt at getting a hold of her attention.
-'I don't love Hermione. Hell, I don't even like her romantic-wise, she knows it as well as I do.' He looked so genuine, so sincere. But she didn't need this, she didn't need him. All he was doing was trying to upset her. Have his fun with her then leave her. She wouldn't fall for that routine anymore.
-'Might I be so bold as to say I don't give a rat's ass, Harry? Go sort out your problems with someone who actually does, I'm tired of being your damn psychiatrist.' She said and with a loud 'crack', all that was left of her was her sweet scent. The delicate mixture of citrus and exotic fruits. The same scent that that drove him mad and out of his mind each time she was near him. The scent that made him want to hold her close to him and never let her go. He'd just have to deal with it, deal with losing the love of his life, deal with being in a loveless relationship, and worst of all, deal with keeping his two best friends apart, two people who were so madly in love with each other that keeping them apart would be like trying to hold on to water in the palm of your hand; an impossible task.
But how could he do that? Just because he was miserable didn't mean he had the right to put Hermione and Ron through the same ordeal. 'Why should they be happy?' a small voice inside him said. 'They owe you their lives. If it wasn't for you, they woudln't even know what feelings were.' It was the same small voice that had made him the arrogant and self-centered Harry he was during his fifth year. He considered it for a second, but felt a huge amount of disgust toward himself. How could he even think this? They were his best friends. HE owed THEM his life just as much as they owed his theirs, if not more. They had stuck with him through thick and thin, tears and joy. He needed to clear his head. All these thoughts at the same time were too many to process. But during his time of need in the past, he had always had Ginny to run to, but this time, she had deserted him and told him loud and clear to leave her be. But... but what if fate was just examining his love for her? What if this had just been a test to show her how much he cared. If he loved her as much as he claimed he did, he would not give up so easily. Before they were going out, Hermione had told him that she could see the love Ginny had for him in her eyes. They were destined to be together. Not him and Hermione, or her and that bouncing ferret, Malfoy. They belonged together and he would make her see it, see just how much she meant to him.
*****Ginny*****
Appearing in the middle of her bedroom, Ginny took her clothes off with haste, slipped into her favorite pjs, or as she liked to call them "comfort pjs". She wore them whenever she felt down, as if they secured her from the cruelty of the world outside. She walked out of her room and into the living room, settled herself in one of the comfortable couches facing the gaint screen TV. As she looked around the flat, she looked somewhat proud of what he had been able to accomplish as such a young age. She had put the anger and the pain she felt towards Harry to work, and had come to make a more than comfortable living situation for herself. She had made this flat into everything she had always desired. But what was the use of all this when she felt this terrible void inside her, gnawing at her being everytime the thought of Harry occured. Why was all of this so hard? Why did she have to suffer so much to get this one man's attention when people everywhere got to live happy lives along side the people they loved. She let out a barely audible sob as a tear escaped her eyelid. How much more did she have to endure? And before she knew it, that horrible feeling was back. The constant heartache she had felt since the early stages of teenagehood right up to now. Contrary to what people thought, instead of the pain ebbing away along with the years, it had intensified year after year, making it that much harder to bare. She walked over to her fridge and took out the 2 litre double chocolate ice cream she had purchased the previous night. She quickly scanned the nutritional information and gave a half-hearted laugh. 'Screw the calories and the fat. It's not everyday you see the love of your life snogging someone you considered your best friend for so many years.' As she walked back to the black leather couch, a gracious bird gave a light tap at her window, making its presence known. As she let it in, it dropped a letter in her hand and flied out ceremoniously. She recognized the handwriting on the envelope. It would've been hard not to. The elegant handwriting of...
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Ok, ok, sort of a cliffy here... well, sorry i havent posted in like a century... its just dat skool started a week n a half ago, and already tests n exams r flying out everywhere, n i need to study hard dis year kuz its sec 4, n in two years i'll b off to college, and all my grades count. (lol, i think only a 16-year-old Quebec resident would understand wut i just said.)
Anyways, nuff of my life drama. Sorry once again it took too long, so hopefully u'll review. the more reviews, the faster the posts. Tell me what you think, even if u dunn like, i wanna know, ok? Love u all a whole lots.
N remember, whats the key word? That's right: REVIEW.
p.s. if i have any mistakes, sorry... my pcs going wack n my contacts r making me see all blurry... so juss forgive n forget k?
one more thing: REVIEW... they say if u repeat the same thing 3 times it gets stuck in ppols head, n i brought the review thing up 3 times... lol, im so gay, i know
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-'What? What the hell do you want, Potter? Better make it fast 'cause I'm tired of listening to you, do you hear me? So say whatever the hell you have to, and then be gone, for Merlin's sake. Ten seconds, go...' She said fury and hurt written all over her face. She wasn't going to make this easy for him after everything he had put her through.
-'Uh...oh... o... k...' he stuttered, trying to gather his thoughts as quickly as he possibly could. 'Ginny, you could do a lot better than Malfoy, you know it as well as I do. So what the hell are you doing with him?'
-'Save your breath, you arrogant asshole.' She interrupted, 'Your ten seconds are up, and I don't need to hear this crap anymore, not from you of all people. If you're done with your little speech, I'd like to apparate home, so kindly remove your hands off my shoulders.' She said furiously. Her expression was icy, as if nothing could get through to her. As she got ready to go, Harry made one last attempt at getting a hold of her attention.
-'I don't love Hermione. Hell, I don't even like her romantic-wise, she knows it as well as I do.' He looked so genuine, so sincere. But she didn't need this, she didn't need him. All he was doing was trying to upset her. Have his fun with her then leave her. She wouldn't fall for that routine anymore.
-'Might I be so bold as to say I don't give a rat's ass, Harry? Go sort out your problems with someone who actually does, I'm tired of being your damn psychiatrist.' She said and with a loud 'crack', all that was left of her was her sweet scent. The delicate mixture of citrus and exotic fruits. The same scent that that drove him mad and out of his mind each time she was near him. The scent that made him want to hold her close to him and never let her go. He'd just have to deal with it, deal with losing the love of his life, deal with being in a loveless relationship, and worst of all, deal with keeping his two best friends apart, two people who were so madly in love with each other that keeping them apart would be like trying to hold on to water in the palm of your hand; an impossible task.
But how could he do that? Just because he was miserable didn't mean he had the right to put Hermione and Ron through the same ordeal. 'Why should they be happy?' a small voice inside him said. 'They owe you their lives. If it wasn't for you, they woudln't even know what feelings were.' It was the same small voice that had made him the arrogant and self-centered Harry he was during his fifth year. He considered it for a second, but felt a huge amount of disgust toward himself. How could he even think this? They were his best friends. HE owed THEM his life just as much as they owed his theirs, if not more. They had stuck with him through thick and thin, tears and joy. He needed to clear his head. All these thoughts at the same time were too many to process. But during his time of need in the past, he had always had Ginny to run to, but this time, she had deserted him and told him loud and clear to leave her be. But... but what if fate was just examining his love for her? What if this had just been a test to show her how much he cared. If he loved her as much as he claimed he did, he would not give up so easily. Before they were going out, Hermione had told him that she could see the love Ginny had for him in her eyes. They were destined to be together. Not him and Hermione, or her and that bouncing ferret, Malfoy. They belonged together and he would make her see it, see just how much she meant to him.
*****Ginny*****
Appearing in the middle of her bedroom, Ginny took her clothes off with haste, slipped into her favorite pjs, or as she liked to call them "comfort pjs". She wore them whenever she felt down, as if they secured her from the cruelty of the world outside. She walked out of her room and into the living room, settled herself in one of the comfortable couches facing the gaint screen TV. As she looked around the flat, she looked somewhat proud of what he had been able to accomplish as such a young age. She had put the anger and the pain she felt towards Harry to work, and had come to make a more than comfortable living situation for herself. She had made this flat into everything she had always desired. But what was the use of all this when she felt this terrible void inside her, gnawing at her being everytime the thought of Harry occured. Why was all of this so hard? Why did she have to suffer so much to get this one man's attention when people everywhere got to live happy lives along side the people they loved. She let out a barely audible sob as a tear escaped her eyelid. How much more did she have to endure? And before she knew it, that horrible feeling was back. The constant heartache she had felt since the early stages of teenagehood right up to now. Contrary to what people thought, instead of the pain ebbing away along with the years, it had intensified year after year, making it that much harder to bare. She walked over to her fridge and took out the 2 litre double chocolate ice cream she had purchased the previous night. She quickly scanned the nutritional information and gave a half-hearted laugh. 'Screw the calories and the fat. It's not everyday you see the love of your life snogging someone you considered your best friend for so many years.' As she walked back to the black leather couch, a gracious bird gave a light tap at her window, making its presence known. As she let it in, it dropped a letter in her hand and flied out ceremoniously. She recognized the handwriting on the envelope. It would've been hard not to. The elegant handwriting of...
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Ok, ok, sort of a cliffy here... well, sorry i havent posted in like a century... its just dat skool started a week n a half ago, and already tests n exams r flying out everywhere, n i need to study hard dis year kuz its sec 4, n in two years i'll b off to college, and all my grades count. (lol, i think only a 16-year-old Quebec resident would understand wut i just said.)
Anyways, nuff of my life drama. Sorry once again it took too long, so hopefully u'll review. the more reviews, the faster the posts. Tell me what you think, even if u dunn like, i wanna know, ok? Love u all a whole lots.
N remember, whats the key word? That's right: REVIEW.
p.s. if i have any mistakes, sorry... my pcs going wack n my contacts r making me see all blurry... so juss forgive n forget k?
one more thing: REVIEW... they say if u repeat the same thing 3 times it gets stuck in ppols head, n i brought the review thing up 3 times... lol, im so gay, i know
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