Name: Courtney Kathrys
Title: Michael Corner
E-mail: Faeriedeath@hotmail.com
Summery: Third in the "Be But Sworn My Love" series. Ginny confesses the real reasons why she dated and dumped Michael Corner.
Notes: This series is the prelude to the "We Were Only Two" series
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are by JK Rowling. I only own the plot.
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I had my first real boyfriend at the age of thirteen. I didn't really want a boyfriend, but I had no desire to ostracize myself from the other girls in my year further. So I picked him carefully, someone older and in a different house. Someone beautiful, but not overly noticeable – I found him at the Yule Ball, standing by the punch table. We started dating in secret soon after.
Michael Corner was no great passion or flame. He was a good boy, and he was good to me. It's not his fault that I never wanted him. I tried to want him, to love him. Lord how I tried – but as that old adage goes: you can lead a hippogriff to freedom, but you can't make it fly. I couldn't make my heart fly for him. We stayed together for nearly a year, and I tried so hard to feel the way that I was supposed to! But he could not compare to my hero worship of Harry, or my addiction to Tom. He was too innocent, too innocuous. And I was too tainted – too cynical and too jaded to ever dream of loving a boy like Michael.
Michael was really the type of boy you could bring home to meet the parents. He wasn't a smarmy talker, or a charming and witty gentleman. He was just simply an honest and pure type of guy. The type that a Mother could look at and immediately know that her daughter would be safe, and loved and protected. That's why he never met my Mum. She would have fallen in love with him, like I never could. And when the relationship met its inevitable demise, she would have been heartbroken and I would have heard about it for days. She would have invited him over for dinner out of the blue just because she liked his company. He was the boy you could be proud of.
Yes, he was good to me. He always opened doors and let me go first. He would carry me over puddles and pull my chair out for me. He would give my flowers for no reason and remembered every month anniversary with a small gift. He was the perfect boyfriend... just not perfect for me.
Whenever he opened the door for me I wanted to yell that I had arms, and I knew how to use them. When he let me in first I felt unduly worshiped. When he carried me over puddles I wanted to laugh. I let the flowers he gave me wither, not bothering to water them or dry them out as the other girls do. I forget the day we began dating, and was always shocked to learn it was a one month, or four month, or even ten month anniversary. I didn't care. I nearly laughed every time he gave me a present for them.
When he kissed me I grew bored. Wanting the fiery feel of Tom and the way his hands felt like knives piercing me wherever he touched. I wanted the danger and the destruction and the horror and the pain and the pleasure that comes with walking through fire. Michael was ice water when I needed to burn.
So then the question presented itself: how am I supposed to break up with him without causing suspicion? That was tough, since everyone who knew Michael knew that he cherished me and worshiped the ground I walked upon. They noticed the way his blue eyes would light up when I entered a room, and the way he would nervously run his hands through his black hair when I walked by. But he had one, fatal flaw. The flaw all men have, really – Quidditch. He was so damn obsessive over Quidditch. Whenever Ravenclaw would loose, he would sulk, but always hide it from me, saying it wasn't my fault since I didn't play against the winning team.
So when I was offered the position of seeker following Harry's expulsion from the team I took it gladly, confident enough in my Quidditch skills that I could beat Cho. Oh and beat her I did. It was a brilliant game, and Ron played fantastically. When I caught the snitch I looked up to see Michael stare at me with a mixture of anger, hurt, and betrayal. And as wrong as it is to say, I felt this glorious, twisted accomplishment at the fact that I had hurt him. I knew then that I had him right where I wanted him.
And I did. He sulked, and blamed me for Ravenclaw loosing. And I broke up with him, saying if he couldn't handle me playing Quidditch than he couldn't handle me at all. In the heat of his anger he agreed vehemently. Only later did Luna inform me that he had been crushed and locked himself in his room crying.
Not long after he started dating Cho Chang, Harry's cast off. I felt betrayed, almost, that Michael would have the audacity to replace me with Harry's former flame. It infuriated me that something I had considered my own, a man who was mine, was again tainted by Harry. I guess my life will always be tied to his through strange coincidences.
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Title: Michael Corner
E-mail: Faeriedeath@hotmail.com
Summery: Third in the "Be But Sworn My Love" series. Ginny confesses the real reasons why she dated and dumped Michael Corner.
Notes: This series is the prelude to the "We Were Only Two" series
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are by JK Rowling. I only own the plot.
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I had my first real boyfriend at the age of thirteen. I didn't really want a boyfriend, but I had no desire to ostracize myself from the other girls in my year further. So I picked him carefully, someone older and in a different house. Someone beautiful, but not overly noticeable – I found him at the Yule Ball, standing by the punch table. We started dating in secret soon after.
Michael Corner was no great passion or flame. He was a good boy, and he was good to me. It's not his fault that I never wanted him. I tried to want him, to love him. Lord how I tried – but as that old adage goes: you can lead a hippogriff to freedom, but you can't make it fly. I couldn't make my heart fly for him. We stayed together for nearly a year, and I tried so hard to feel the way that I was supposed to! But he could not compare to my hero worship of Harry, or my addiction to Tom. He was too innocent, too innocuous. And I was too tainted – too cynical and too jaded to ever dream of loving a boy like Michael.
Michael was really the type of boy you could bring home to meet the parents. He wasn't a smarmy talker, or a charming and witty gentleman. He was just simply an honest and pure type of guy. The type that a Mother could look at and immediately know that her daughter would be safe, and loved and protected. That's why he never met my Mum. She would have fallen in love with him, like I never could. And when the relationship met its inevitable demise, she would have been heartbroken and I would have heard about it for days. She would have invited him over for dinner out of the blue just because she liked his company. He was the boy you could be proud of.
Yes, he was good to me. He always opened doors and let me go first. He would carry me over puddles and pull my chair out for me. He would give my flowers for no reason and remembered every month anniversary with a small gift. He was the perfect boyfriend... just not perfect for me.
Whenever he opened the door for me I wanted to yell that I had arms, and I knew how to use them. When he let me in first I felt unduly worshiped. When he carried me over puddles I wanted to laugh. I let the flowers he gave me wither, not bothering to water them or dry them out as the other girls do. I forget the day we began dating, and was always shocked to learn it was a one month, or four month, or even ten month anniversary. I didn't care. I nearly laughed every time he gave me a present for them.
When he kissed me I grew bored. Wanting the fiery feel of Tom and the way his hands felt like knives piercing me wherever he touched. I wanted the danger and the destruction and the horror and the pain and the pleasure that comes with walking through fire. Michael was ice water when I needed to burn.
So then the question presented itself: how am I supposed to break up with him without causing suspicion? That was tough, since everyone who knew Michael knew that he cherished me and worshiped the ground I walked upon. They noticed the way his blue eyes would light up when I entered a room, and the way he would nervously run his hands through his black hair when I walked by. But he had one, fatal flaw. The flaw all men have, really – Quidditch. He was so damn obsessive over Quidditch. Whenever Ravenclaw would loose, he would sulk, but always hide it from me, saying it wasn't my fault since I didn't play against the winning team.
So when I was offered the position of seeker following Harry's expulsion from the team I took it gladly, confident enough in my Quidditch skills that I could beat Cho. Oh and beat her I did. It was a brilliant game, and Ron played fantastically. When I caught the snitch I looked up to see Michael stare at me with a mixture of anger, hurt, and betrayal. And as wrong as it is to say, I felt this glorious, twisted accomplishment at the fact that I had hurt him. I knew then that I had him right where I wanted him.
And I did. He sulked, and blamed me for Ravenclaw loosing. And I broke up with him, saying if he couldn't handle me playing Quidditch than he couldn't handle me at all. In the heat of his anger he agreed vehemently. Only later did Luna inform me that he had been crushed and locked himself in his room crying.
Not long after he started dating Cho Chang, Harry's cast off. I felt betrayed, almost, that Michael would have the audacity to replace me with Harry's former flame. It infuriated me that something I had considered my own, a man who was mine, was again tainted by Harry. I guess my life will always be tied to his through strange coincidences.
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