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Chapter 34

As Ginny walked downstairs, she planned on going to the garden and hide behind some trees where no one would bother her, but something in her mind clicked. Dobby and Winky suggested that she should tell Harry about the dream. She also thought about trying to get through Ron's head that she would never turn her back on her family.

Ginny turned to the living room instead of going to her secret area in the garden, She found Mrs. Weasley reading over a Wizarding home magazine. "Mum, where are Harry, Ron, and Hermione? Where's Dad? Isn't he supposed to have the day off?"

"Your father took them to a matinee for Harry's birthday. I wanted you to come with them, but Ron refused and your Dad was sensing some tension between you and the boys so they just left."

"Without anyone telling me?" Ginny demanded. She was furious whenever she was left behind.

"I insisted that you go, but they didn't have enough time to look for you. Where were you anyway?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"I was in the attic. I wasn't really doing anything. Just looking for an old shoe," Ginny lied. Instead of wanting to be left alone, she really wished she could have gone to the Cinema. "Do you think you can take me?"

Mrs. Weasley stared at her with nonplused eyes. "Oh, Ginny dear," she said but then glanced down. "Well, maybe I could. I've driven one of those automobiles before."

"Thanks, Mum!" Ginny said and hugged her. "I'll grab my coat--wait, I don't need a coat! It's summer!"

"Bless your heart, dear," said Mrs. Weasley. They took the car that was in the garage that Mr. Weasley had for a few months. It was a black MINI. Mrs. Weasley almost got lost at one point, but they made it to the theater.

Ginny was getting familiar with Muggle currency so she offered to buy the movie tickets. "Uh, hello," she said to the ticket guy working in the box office. He's cute . . . for a Muggle, she thought. "Can I have two for--" she said and then turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Mum, what did they go to see?"

"I have no idea, Ginny," she answered.

"You didn't even check?" she asked and Mrs. Weasley shook her head. Ginny looked up at the list of shows playing at the moment. They're probably seeing Pirates of the Caribbean, she thought, Orlando Bloom, here I come! "How about two for Pirates of the Caribbean?"

"That's been sold out. Everything has been sold out except for Lizzie McGotter and the Parent/Teacher Conference of Doom," he said.

Ginny made a disgusted face. The movie was about a teen girl witch going through teen girl witch problems. Ginny read about how it made a mockery of Wizardry and she refused to ever see it. "No way! I can't believe a movie such as that would ever be produced by you insane Mugg--" she said until Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat rather loudly. "I mean, are you sure Pirates is sold out?"

"Positive, but I could get you in if you go on a date with me. I happen to like redheads," he said with a wink.

Ginny smiled. "Well," she said and looked at his name tag, "William, that would be quite--" she said and then heard Mrs. Weasley clear her throat even louder than before. "On second thought, give me to tickets to the Lazy McGotter movie, the Loser McDumb movie I mean."

"Lizzie McGotter?" he said.

"Yeah," she answered and she received her two tickets and went inside with Mrs. Weasley.

"You seem to be a little flirtatious nowadays," Mrs. Weasley said.

"I'm 15. What do you expect?" Ginny answered, slightly amused. The two went into the certain show room and sat down.

Ginny looked around and she didn't see Mr. Weasley, Ron, Hermione, or Harry. The movie was dull and dreary and Ginny almost fell asleep. At least we'll see them afterwards. Some of the lines in the movie were getting on her nerves:

"I can't find my deck of cards!"

"Bippity Boppity Blip!"

"Lizzie, you know you shouldn't skip your Magical Shoe Repair class!"

"There is no Magical Shoe Repair class!" Ginny shouted and then heard some people shushing.

"Ginny, you need to be quiet! I actually find it quite nice," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Bloody American Muggles," Ginny mumbled. "Mum, I'm going to get something to eat," she said and stood up. Ginny left the room and made her way over to the snack area.

"Hello, may I help you?" asked the worker. He seemed to be around Ginny's age and she thought he was quite charming.

"Hi," she said and smiled. "Well, what would you recommend?"

The guy behind the counter blushed and slightly grinned. "Well, um, popcorn is sort of popular."

"Oh, that sounds nice, and what should I drink?" she asked and batted her eyelashes at the rather dense worker.

"Uh, Coke?" he suggested.

"That sounds good too! I think I found my favorite snack guy!" Ginny said and giggled a giggle that would make Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown proud.

"Ginny?" he asked, and she turned around. "What are you doing here?"

"Harry! Uh, I , well, Mum brought me here. We didn't know what movie you were seeing so I guess we went into the wrong one."

"We're in Pirates of the Caribbean, but it's been running long, and I wanted to walk around for a bit," said Harry.

Ginny wanted to talk to Harry, but then she looked into his eyes and the same scenes from her dream flashed through her mind again. "I need to go. I'm missing the Lizzie movie," she said and attempted to leave. The main reason Ginny wanted to go to see a film was to talk to Harry, but it was something she couldn't bare at the moment.

"Miss, are you going to get your food?" the worker asked.

"Oh, right," she said and paid the guy. She picked up her popcorn and drink and started to leave again, but this time Harry stopped her.

"Ginny, why are you avoiding me again?" he demanded. "You were really weird this morning. What's going on?"

"I don't know. You really shouldn't be missing your movie too. I heard it was really good!" said Ginny as she tried to sneak away again, but Harry grabbed her arm.

"I don't care about it. I've been needing to talk to you since last night. Let's just talk now," he said.

Ginny gave in. I have to face him sometime. It's killing me, but maybe it is wrong to avoid him forever, she cerebrated. She did what she could to stay focused on what he had to say and not on what happened in her dream. She stayed quiet as she let him speak.

"I know that I've been mean-spirited towards you and I'm sorry for that. I was upset over you snooping on us. Ron made a much bigger deal out of it though," he was saying. "I don't know how to say it, but I," Harry paused.

Ginny still didn't speak as she was trying to stifle any tears coming from her eyes.

"I have really strong feelings for you," he finished his sentence. Ginny still didn't speak as she held her breath to stop her from crying. "I found this in my Handbook for Do-It-Yourself Broomcare," he continued and took out a crinkled piece of paper from his pocket.

"How did you get that?" Ginny demanded as her emotions curved another direction. "I threw that away. That was from my diary. You weren't supposed to see it!"

"I just found it, and I don't know how it got there," said Harry, "but that doesn't matter. I'm just hoping that you didn't throw away your feelings like you threw away this letter."

"I didn't, but I wish I did. I can't see you anymore," Ginny told him flat out and her initial emotions crept on her eyes much worse than before. She couldn't keep her tears in any longer.

"Why? What happened? What's wrong with me?" he demanded. "Just tell me, Ginny!"

"It was this dream I had," she said in-between whimpers. There was no other way to explain, and she didn't want to lie. There was no point. "You were in it, and it felt so real! I don't want it to happen in real life!" Ginny began telling him the details of the dream and ended with the part of him dying.

"It was just a dream. That doesn't mean it would happen," he said merely with a apprehensive expression.

"It can! I can get in the way! What if you die?" she wept and looked at him with her wet and rosy face.

"I can die whether you're with me or not!" he exclaimed and then said in a calmer quieter voice, "But if I do die, and I never had you, that would be my biggest regret in life."

"I have to go," she said and for the final time attempted to leave back to her movie.

"Ginny, wait," Harry said and grabbed her arm again, but pulled her in closer. He went in for a kiss. Ginny dropped her Coke and popcorn and put her arms around his neck. Suddenly, the thoughts of her past dream that were haunting her all day stopped. She was finally kissing the guy she dreamt about her whole life. After a minute, they had stopped and just held on to each other for a much longer time.

She let go and said, "I think I'll get another order of popcorn and Coke."

"Make that two," Harry added.

"Hey, why didn't I get a kiss?" said the same guy from the ticket booth who began sweeping the floor.

A/N: Did you go, "Oh!" lol! And btw, I LOVE Lizzie McGuire so don't think I was just bashing it. I just thought it would be funny to make fun of it.