A/n: Lets hope by now you kids at home have figured out that I either am a genius or just simply lack the qualities one must posses in order to title chapters. Lucky for me, you will never know. So how did everyone like last chapter? (I would just rely on your reviews, but only a few of you seam to be interested in doing that). Let's get cheesy for a moment and remember the golden rule, do unto others as you would have them do unto you. If you don't like hearing how people feel about your work, then just ignore this fun little plea for attention...if not...know that I will haunt you from the grave...or well not grave...more computer screen...and more not really cause that would be creepy.
Just scroll past my ramblings and enjoy chapter four.
Ginny had met him at Hogwarts. There was chemistry in a way that can only be found in the adolescence of our lives. There was cute flirtation and making out under moving stairways. Ginny remembered quite vividly how exciting it was to run off during dinner and act playful and rebellious. She was young and flirtatious. She was naïve too. Ginny would stay up late at night in the Gryffindor common room procrastinating work from one of her most unexciting classes by playfully writing his name over and over on pieces of scrap parchment. She was young and in love. She would wait for him to say goodnight to her before finally turning in for the night. She was naïve for thinking that she would marry him, live together in a dollhouse with 3 children named Mary, Johnny and Jane.
Years after their juvenile relationship, she saw him again at Hogesmeade. They were both on dates with separate people, but soon found themselves catching up on past memories. They didn't even notice when their dates left together. Soon, Ginny felt as if she was back at Hogwarts and found herself wanting to write Ginny and Dean on a piece of parchment and circle it with a heart. Unfortunately, Dean was leaving for a job in London in a matter of weeks. Ginny spent the following 2 and a half weeks every night with Dean. It was romantic, spontaneous and comfortable. By the end of their short time together Ginny was certain that she loved this man and was willing to move anywhere with him. Two months later she arrived in London on Dean's doorstep. "Surprise," she said with a smile. They kissed right there on his doorstep in a way that could only be explained as theatrical, the kind of thing you only see in movies about a love that was meant to be.
It was just what she had need at the time too. Stability. Percy's turn to the dark side, Fred and George's blatant rebellion and general disregard for the Weasley's wishes and Ron's death had ripped apart the home life Ginny had once known. She stopped going to the burrow. There were too many painful memories there. It just wasn't the same. She had seen Bill once and Charlie twice since she completed Hogwarts. When she stopped to think about everything, it was odd to her that the family that she once had considered so close knit and strong had dissolved in a matter of years. She would talk to him cry with him and even stranger, laugh again with him. When Dean came, she once again had a family. It was Dean and Ginny everywhere. She wove herself into his life, meeting his parents and sisters. It was like she had a home again.
He wasn't complaining. Never had he been so infatuated with someone. She was funny and smart and looked good in just a sweatshirt. It was perfect he welcomed her into his life.
One night she was over at his house before they were about to go out. Ginny was sitting patiently with her legs crossed on his couch while Dean was in the shower. It was a Saturday night and the sun was just setting behind the pointy tan buildings of the city. The clouds turned pink on a vibrantly orange sky. The phone rang.
"Hello," Ginny said picking up the phone as if it were nothing. She grew so accustomed to his apartment that she didn't notice when she was doing things like answering his phone. (The phone was a muggle invention that proved to be much quicker than owls in the city).
"Hello?" A confused woman's voice said.
"Hi" Ginny said almost sarcastically because she had to repeat herself.
"Umm, I was just calling to see if me and Dean could hookup tonight. Are you like one of his sisters or something?"
"No," Ginny said now slightly frightened, "I'm the girlfriend"
"You're the girlfriend?"
After that Ginny felt as if her world had been ripped to shreds. The foolish teenager she felt she had been slipping back into her life proved more or less callow. Dean had been two timing her. Their fairy tale romance had turned into a sleazy daytime talk show. She was angry. She waited on the couch not really knowing what she was going to say when emerged from his shower. Her hands started shaking and a part of her wanted to cry. Perhaps it had been so long since something good had happened to her, so long since she had had something worth smiling about, that she forgot to look for the negative. She should have learned by now that she wasn't allowed to be happy.
Dean stepped out of the shower steamy and flushed. He saw Ginny on the couch and hoped over with beads of hot water adhered to his chest. Dean leaned over and kissed Ginny on the forehead.
"Hey, I didn't know you where going to be here this early" he said optimistically.
"Apparently not," she muttered.
"Huh?"
"Nothing"
"What?"
"So, you got a call while you were in the shower"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
After that there was yelling and apologizing. Ginny asked him how long it had been going on. She never really got a strait answer. Dean was the kind of guy who could be vague and apologetic. It was hard to stay mad at him. Ginny knew that he wasn't worth it. She may have been hurt but she hadn't lost her common sense. That night she threw something hard at Dean then slammed the front door hard. She was still ready for their date, and he was still in a towel. For a moment she stood on the front steps of his apartment building then walked down the street. She wandered aimlessly down the solid sidewalks and across busy streets. Couples held hands and kisses while waiting for their public transportation. Ginny felt alone and used. Then she began wondering how many of the couples had someone else at home. Someone waiting. Someone who was thinking about last names and future homes. How could she have been so stupid?
A month later Ginny hadn't been on another date with a man, but had not returned any of Dean's owls either. She blocked him out of her mind and focused on work. One Tuesday night she answered a very violent knock on her door. It was Dean. He was crying. His skin was pale and his hands were cold. He begged her to come back to him. He said that he needed her in his life. This month apart had awakened him to the error of his ways. He got down on his knees held her hands and told her that he was sorry. He was sorrier for lying to her than anything else in his life. He was telling the truth, he really had missed her. He felt like an idiot for throwing it all away by seeing another woman, but Ginny had grown up considerably in the past month and simply closed the door without saying a word.
He did it again a week later. The only difference was he wasn't as pathetic and he sat down at Ginny's coffee table at her flat and talked with her. After an hour or so they had reached some understanding. He told her he would never do it again. He told her he loved her and then kissed her almost the same as that night when she came to London. It was passionate and romantic in the same way. Ginny didn't trust him. She didn't know how. Sooner or later though, she forgot all those insecurities and decided that taking Dean back would mean she would have to trust him again too. So they kissed and went on dates again. They had sex and drank hot cocoa. It was back to how it should be. It was back to feeling right. It was back to Ginny and Dean...Dean and Ginny.
That was over a year ago now. It wasn't like she forgot about his indiscretions. Ginny wasn't stupid. Still, she knew she could trust him. There gets to be a point in a relationship when you know someone so well that you don't even notice when you are around them. You become less of a you and a more of a them. There is a point in a relationship where you can trust someone so deeply, without having to question their whereabouts and keep tabs on where they were on different nights. Ginny and Dean had gotten to that point. He trusted her in that same way that she trusted him.
Ginny loved feeling loved. She loved wearing sexy underwear and making out under staircases of apartment buildings. Ginny was no virgin when she met Dean but sex with him was like having sex for the first time. Late at night while lights ran across his walls from through his window, they would lay on top of each other half covered by the billowing comforter. Dean pouring into her as she arched her back. She let out a soft moan as he laced their fingers and kissed her on the lips. He would stroke her hair and kiss her again. It was great sex, but never kinky or out of the ordinary. That didn't matter, because she loved him
This relationship had become so much more than the sex or cute love affair now. She needed this relationship. Sometimes she would think of that day when she told Dean she would take him back. She would think about how if she hadn't taken him back she would have been fine, but at this point without him she would crumble.
He was perfect to her. No, not perfect, perfectly flawed. She liked how he ate food with his fingers that required a fork sometimes and she liked how he would fall asleep with his arms around her. He liked how she would smile with her whole face and argue with him when she disagreed about things in the Daily Prophet. They were in love. Ginny couldn't see her life in any way that wasn't with Dean. She had no need to lie to him, no need to sneak around, and no need to see Harry.
Ginny quickly knocked on the door. She looked at her shoes then at the nailed on gold numbers. She was about to knock again when the door opened with a swoosh.
Harry sighed, "you again".
A/n: originally this was gonna just be part of the chapter, but I ended up having so much to say that I made it its own. Plus, a cliffhanger never hurt anyone...don't answer that.
Just scroll past my ramblings and enjoy chapter four.
Ginny had met him at Hogwarts. There was chemistry in a way that can only be found in the adolescence of our lives. There was cute flirtation and making out under moving stairways. Ginny remembered quite vividly how exciting it was to run off during dinner and act playful and rebellious. She was young and flirtatious. She was naïve too. Ginny would stay up late at night in the Gryffindor common room procrastinating work from one of her most unexciting classes by playfully writing his name over and over on pieces of scrap parchment. She was young and in love. She would wait for him to say goodnight to her before finally turning in for the night. She was naïve for thinking that she would marry him, live together in a dollhouse with 3 children named Mary, Johnny and Jane.
Years after their juvenile relationship, she saw him again at Hogesmeade. They were both on dates with separate people, but soon found themselves catching up on past memories. They didn't even notice when their dates left together. Soon, Ginny felt as if she was back at Hogwarts and found herself wanting to write Ginny and Dean on a piece of parchment and circle it with a heart. Unfortunately, Dean was leaving for a job in London in a matter of weeks. Ginny spent the following 2 and a half weeks every night with Dean. It was romantic, spontaneous and comfortable. By the end of their short time together Ginny was certain that she loved this man and was willing to move anywhere with him. Two months later she arrived in London on Dean's doorstep. "Surprise," she said with a smile. They kissed right there on his doorstep in a way that could only be explained as theatrical, the kind of thing you only see in movies about a love that was meant to be.
It was just what she had need at the time too. Stability. Percy's turn to the dark side, Fred and George's blatant rebellion and general disregard for the Weasley's wishes and Ron's death had ripped apart the home life Ginny had once known. She stopped going to the burrow. There were too many painful memories there. It just wasn't the same. She had seen Bill once and Charlie twice since she completed Hogwarts. When she stopped to think about everything, it was odd to her that the family that she once had considered so close knit and strong had dissolved in a matter of years. She would talk to him cry with him and even stranger, laugh again with him. When Dean came, she once again had a family. It was Dean and Ginny everywhere. She wove herself into his life, meeting his parents and sisters. It was like she had a home again.
He wasn't complaining. Never had he been so infatuated with someone. She was funny and smart and looked good in just a sweatshirt. It was perfect he welcomed her into his life.
One night she was over at his house before they were about to go out. Ginny was sitting patiently with her legs crossed on his couch while Dean was in the shower. It was a Saturday night and the sun was just setting behind the pointy tan buildings of the city. The clouds turned pink on a vibrantly orange sky. The phone rang.
"Hello," Ginny said picking up the phone as if it were nothing. She grew so accustomed to his apartment that she didn't notice when she was doing things like answering his phone. (The phone was a muggle invention that proved to be much quicker than owls in the city).
"Hello?" A confused woman's voice said.
"Hi" Ginny said almost sarcastically because she had to repeat herself.
"Umm, I was just calling to see if me and Dean could hookup tonight. Are you like one of his sisters or something?"
"No," Ginny said now slightly frightened, "I'm the girlfriend"
"You're the girlfriend?"
After that Ginny felt as if her world had been ripped to shreds. The foolish teenager she felt she had been slipping back into her life proved more or less callow. Dean had been two timing her. Their fairy tale romance had turned into a sleazy daytime talk show. She was angry. She waited on the couch not really knowing what she was going to say when emerged from his shower. Her hands started shaking and a part of her wanted to cry. Perhaps it had been so long since something good had happened to her, so long since she had had something worth smiling about, that she forgot to look for the negative. She should have learned by now that she wasn't allowed to be happy.
Dean stepped out of the shower steamy and flushed. He saw Ginny on the couch and hoped over with beads of hot water adhered to his chest. Dean leaned over and kissed Ginny on the forehead.
"Hey, I didn't know you where going to be here this early" he said optimistically.
"Apparently not," she muttered.
"Huh?"
"Nothing"
"What?"
"So, you got a call while you were in the shower"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
After that there was yelling and apologizing. Ginny asked him how long it had been going on. She never really got a strait answer. Dean was the kind of guy who could be vague and apologetic. It was hard to stay mad at him. Ginny knew that he wasn't worth it. She may have been hurt but she hadn't lost her common sense. That night she threw something hard at Dean then slammed the front door hard. She was still ready for their date, and he was still in a towel. For a moment she stood on the front steps of his apartment building then walked down the street. She wandered aimlessly down the solid sidewalks and across busy streets. Couples held hands and kisses while waiting for their public transportation. Ginny felt alone and used. Then she began wondering how many of the couples had someone else at home. Someone waiting. Someone who was thinking about last names and future homes. How could she have been so stupid?
A month later Ginny hadn't been on another date with a man, but had not returned any of Dean's owls either. She blocked him out of her mind and focused on work. One Tuesday night she answered a very violent knock on her door. It was Dean. He was crying. His skin was pale and his hands were cold. He begged her to come back to him. He said that he needed her in his life. This month apart had awakened him to the error of his ways. He got down on his knees held her hands and told her that he was sorry. He was sorrier for lying to her than anything else in his life. He was telling the truth, he really had missed her. He felt like an idiot for throwing it all away by seeing another woman, but Ginny had grown up considerably in the past month and simply closed the door without saying a word.
He did it again a week later. The only difference was he wasn't as pathetic and he sat down at Ginny's coffee table at her flat and talked with her. After an hour or so they had reached some understanding. He told her he would never do it again. He told her he loved her and then kissed her almost the same as that night when she came to London. It was passionate and romantic in the same way. Ginny didn't trust him. She didn't know how. Sooner or later though, she forgot all those insecurities and decided that taking Dean back would mean she would have to trust him again too. So they kissed and went on dates again. They had sex and drank hot cocoa. It was back to how it should be. It was back to feeling right. It was back to Ginny and Dean...Dean and Ginny.
That was over a year ago now. It wasn't like she forgot about his indiscretions. Ginny wasn't stupid. Still, she knew she could trust him. There gets to be a point in a relationship when you know someone so well that you don't even notice when you are around them. You become less of a you and a more of a them. There is a point in a relationship where you can trust someone so deeply, without having to question their whereabouts and keep tabs on where they were on different nights. Ginny and Dean had gotten to that point. He trusted her in that same way that she trusted him.
Ginny loved feeling loved. She loved wearing sexy underwear and making out under staircases of apartment buildings. Ginny was no virgin when she met Dean but sex with him was like having sex for the first time. Late at night while lights ran across his walls from through his window, they would lay on top of each other half covered by the billowing comforter. Dean pouring into her as she arched her back. She let out a soft moan as he laced their fingers and kissed her on the lips. He would stroke her hair and kiss her again. It was great sex, but never kinky or out of the ordinary. That didn't matter, because she loved him
This relationship had become so much more than the sex or cute love affair now. She needed this relationship. Sometimes she would think of that day when she told Dean she would take him back. She would think about how if she hadn't taken him back she would have been fine, but at this point without him she would crumble.
He was perfect to her. No, not perfect, perfectly flawed. She liked how he ate food with his fingers that required a fork sometimes and she liked how he would fall asleep with his arms around her. He liked how she would smile with her whole face and argue with him when she disagreed about things in the Daily Prophet. They were in love. Ginny couldn't see her life in any way that wasn't with Dean. She had no need to lie to him, no need to sneak around, and no need to see Harry.
Ginny quickly knocked on the door. She looked at her shoes then at the nailed on gold numbers. She was about to knock again when the door opened with a swoosh.
Harry sighed, "you again".
A/n: originally this was gonna just be part of the chapter, but I ended up having so much to say that I made it its own. Plus, a cliffhanger never hurt anyone...don't answer that.