Chapter Seventeen

I am truly sorry about all the cursing. I'll say that now. Lots of cursing in this chapter, so I apologize ahead of time. Although some of my readers who may know me, know that sudden out bursts of 'hell' are not uncommon from me. And you know who you are! And just to let you all know, Darco and Harry are not going to become the best of mates. I can't stand that. I just wanted to tell you that. I hate when that happens, because in my eyes, they will always hate each other. And that has nothing to do with this chapter.

Several days had passed since Harry and Ginny last saw each other. And they were putting a very good effort to avoid each other. But one Tuesday morning, they didn't have that much luck avoiding each other. Ginny saw Harry enter the Great Hall, and was going to conveniently disappear, when a scarlet envelope landed on her head. The disgruntled owl that delivered the letter took a bit of a kipper (A/N: If you don't know what that is, you don't want to know.), and flew off. Ginny took the envelope off her head, and almost died when she saw what it was. It was a howler. Oh bloody hell, she thought. She looked on the return address and nearly cried. It was her mum. "Crap. Bloody hell. What the fuck did I do now?" Ginny said, holding the Howler by one of its corners, seeing as it started smoking. She ran out of the Great Hall, bumping into Harry. He was right in front of the doors, and when he fell from Ginny running into him, he opened the doors, just as Ginny was opening the letter.

The shrill voice of Mrs. Weasley could suddenly be heard. "VEGINIA MARIE WEASLEY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING AT THIS SCHOOL? WE NEVER HAD THIS PROBLEM WITH ANY OF YOUR BROTHERS, BUT YOU? YOUNG LADY, YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE DOING SUCH THINGS. YOU ARE COMING HOME AS SOON AS I CAN ARRANGE IT. YOU ARE VERY LUCK IT WASN'T ME WHO FOUND YOU ON THAT COUCH WITH HARRY, OR YOU WOULD BE LISTENING TO THIS IN HELL!" The letter stopped screaming, but not before it blatantly said, "HARRY POTTER, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE THINKING THAT YOU CAN DO. IF I EVER HEAR THAT YOU ARE DOING ANYTHING OF A GRAPHIC NATURE WITH MY DAUGHTER, YOU'RE THE- BOY- WHO- LIVED BEHIND IS MINE!" The letter promptly blew up after the last proclamation. Both Harry, who had stood up, and Ginny were extremely red; Harry's face was redder than Ginny's hair. The whole Great Hall was laughing, and even some of the teachers smiled, but quickly hid their smile. The two ran, to where they didn't know, both needed to get away from the Great Hall. They were on the fourth floor when Harry said something.

"Gin, in here." She turned around to see Harry holding open the door to a broom closet.

"Oh God, Harry." Ginny said, rolling her eyes, but running into the closet. Harry followed, closing the door behind him. This closet was much bigger than the last one. Harry was able to sit on a box of cleaning supplies while Ginny stood against a wall. Harry was staring intently at the wall in front of him.

Ginny just stared down at the floor, trying not to notice Harry. They just stayed in there, not doing anything, trying to avoid the other. Finally, Harry couldn't take it. He broke the silence.

"Why did you break up with me Gin?" He asked now looking at her.

Ginny numbly turned her head toward Harry. "Why do you care? You don't love me."

"What are you talking about Gin?" Harry asked, confused. "When did I ever not love you?"

"All those times we got caught. After a while, I thought you were just going out with me for show. Let's see how bad The Boy-Who-Lived can be!" She screamed at him, then returning to her dark mood.

"Gin.I, I love you! And I always love you! Nothing will change that!" Harry said, still confused. "I never when out with you for my reputation. It was out of love."

"Then, find something that will change the fact that you. love. me." She said, faltering on her words. "You. love me?" She asked, looking at him.

"Ya, I do. I love you. Why, is that a problem?"

"Harry. I." She couldn't say anything. Then, Ginny burst out crying. "God, I don't know why I am doing this." She mumbled, wiping tears out of her eyes. "Life wasn't supposed to turn out like this. I was supposed to be one of those girls who makes the best out of her life, and gets the guy that she really likes, and knows she is perfect for. But I turned out to be the suicidal type, who always thinks about killing themselves. Why did this happen? Harry, why?" She said, burying her head in he hands. She slid down the wall, so she was sitting against it.

"Gin, life was supposed to turn out like this. I was supposed to lose my parents at an early age, and then find you now, and save you from hurting us all. This how life was meant to be." Harry said, walking over to her. "You still didn't answer my question."

"I." Ginny was cut short by a loud scream.'

"Bloody hell, who got kidnapped this time?" Harry asked, standing up, and leaving the room. Ginny just sat there, dazed. He really loved her. He did. Her life felt more complete now. Ginny stood up, and followed Harry.

\ A/N: so, how was that? Guess what? I only need FOUR more reviews until fifty! So, guess what? I found out this really cool thing. It is called a review button. See, I was reviewing a persons story, (hint, hint, major hint!), and I was experimenting with the page, and so, I pressed this little button that said 'Go' and this little pop-up looking thing came up. Now, if you're like me, you just HATE pop-ups. So first I was mad. Then, I read what it said at the bottom of the box. I did what it said, and wrote a message to the author telling her how wonderful the story was, and to write more, then I pressed the button that say's 'Submit Review' or something like that, and then it said, review send, and I clicked on close window, and then the pop-up went away. Imagine my joy. But the cool part, was when I was reading the authors note, she thanked me! Now isn't that so nice? I'll do the same thing if you all review! So, go ahead, use those amazing skills of yours with the review button!