An unwilling damsel by Joy
A/N: Now that is more like it on the review front. Thank you... I needed that. Don't be afraid to correct me. I had no idea that I kept interchanging 'then' and 'than' in my writing until someone pointed it out. As I read through it the line 'sounded' right in my head but was entirely wrong. Anyway please continue to review.
Nothing to do with pity
6.
Harry seemed to have vanished from school... or Ginny's presence, at least in her mind. He hadn't taken meals with the students the following day. Maybe that was Harry's answer...hiding from her. Ginny felt like kicking herself. Why did she have to go and rock the boat? Maybe if she had waited a little longer Harry would have put all the pieces together...maybe he would have come round?
Truthfully Harry had played sick to the nurse, who gave him a pass but explained 'personal illness days' were of rare commodity and should therefore be spent well. Which meant Harry spent the majority of his day under his father's cloak following the object of his affection & confusion around or waiting for her to get out of class to follow her some more after spending said class period fretting over the situation. Ginny wasn't much better off. She, however, was looking rather confused herself. Every time there was a moments peace that Harry felt he could talk to her one of her brothers, or Hermione, or one of her other friends would come up.
The night wore on and everyone knew in Gryffindor tower something had transpired between Miss Weasley and Mr. Potter. Whatever it was left Ginny alone and Harry scarce.
Ginny couldn't believe Harry was reacting this badly that he abandoned her entirely. She thought their friendship meant something to him. And how was she supposed to react when he did his utmost to keep her all to himself? Ginny pouted a bit, angry with Harry for the slight. She decided to turn in for the night...and maybe indulge in a much-needed cry.
Ginny entered her bedroom and got the same odd feeling she had the night before but once she scanned the room seeing no one... not even another Gryffindor, she chose to ignore it. She turned out the light, undid her tie and got to the first button on her shirt when something swished behind her. She turned quickly and was face to face with Harry.
"What are you doing? You aren't supposed to be here," Ginny whispered in the moonlight filled room.
"Why did you kiss me?" Harry demanded almost angry sounding.
"What?" she responded in shock. Of all things she couldn't believe she would be discussing why she had kissed him.
"Why did you kiss me? What was the reason?"
Ginny just stared at him unbelieving he was cruel enough to make her humiliate herself like that... or too oblivious that he had to ask.
Harry paced away and then came back very close to her, "I don't want your pity Ginny!" he announced.
Obviously she was wrong about the oblivious part. "It wasn't pity," she stated quietly looking at the floor.
Harry moved away again, "Then what was it?" flaring his arms. "Why would you do that if you didn't feel sorry for me? Like I needed to know I was cared for."
Ginny tilted her head like a cat considering him, "You are cared for."
Now Harry was angry, "But not by you...not that way... so why would you confuse me like this? Why give me the brief hope that..." the words died on his lips.
It was now or never. Ginny shook her head, gathered all of her Gryffindor courage. She took a step closer into his personal space and looked him directly in the eye. "Who says I don't care for you?"
Harry was now the one looking down. He shrugged, "You ran away... you left me standing there. I called after you. I came after you and you just ran away."
Suddenly Ginny felt like a git. Maybe the Almighty Harry Potter really was an insecure boy after all. Maybe he really didn't know that someone could fancy him for something other than his fame. Arrgghhh. I knew that already. I knew he was an insecure mass. Why would girls be any different? I am such a git!
The words stuck in Ginny's throat. "I...I was embarrassed... You... you didn't respond at all. You just looked shocked. I mean..." she shrugged, " ...you could have anyone. Why would you want the Weasley girl? I... I did what I wanted to do and then realized I probably just screwed everything we had up..." The red-haired witch swallowed and breath shallowly before meeting Harry's brilliant practically glowing eyes, "I was scared of what you would say or do once you stopped being shocked so I pulled away." She shrugged again slightly. "I really didn't want to hear that you weren't interested in me... I always wanted you to be my first kiss and you were and I'm not sorry about it..."
Ginny was in full-blown babble mode when Harry kissed her. It wasn't long or hard but enough to stop the flow of words from her mouth and stare at the object of her affection. She bit her lip, "I don't want your pity either, Harry."
He smiled softly at her and took her cheek in his hand, "Believe me, that had nothing to do with pity."
Harry gazed at Ginny as she was bathed in moonlight from the window. "You are so beautiful," he whispered and caressed her cheek. She nuzzled into the hand showing her affection before staring at his mouth hoping he would kiss her again. She got her wish. Harry stared deeply into Ginny's eyes as he approached her slowly. He gave her plenty of time to know his intention and pull back. Ginny held firm, starring back into his eyes, every once in a while flicking her eyes to his lips and then returning to his eyes. Their mouths touched for a second before nibbling lightly each other's lips. Harry kissed Ginny again with great warmth.
When they pulled away after a few minutes of chaste affection Ginny smiled shyly, "What does this mean Harry?"
He kissed the tip of her nose, "...that you're mine." He smirked slightly at the ridiculousness of his next statement but it suited the moment, "I'm an only child. I never learnt to share."
Ginny blushed brightly, "I've fancied you for a couple months now Harry. Don't think there is any worry of sharing."
Harry smiled continuing to rub her cheek with his palm. He couldn't believe he was getting his wish...he never really wished for something like that before so he had trouble admitting it to himself, but he really did want to be with Ginny. She was his girl. He had claimed her months ago to Snape. Why did he wait so long? Why did she have to be the one to make a move? Why didn't he just ask Ginny to do something alone like tons of other guys had...just the two of them? Why did it matter any more? Harry leaned in and kissed Ginny sweetly again still cupping her check.
A tear ran down Ginny's face. "What's wrong Angel?" he whispered.
"I've wanted this moment for so long. I'm overwhelmed...I'm crying cause I'm happy."
Harry kissed the tear. "Then I want to making you cry daily."
Ginny smiled and Harry smiled back. This was that perfect moment Ginny had been hoping for.
The shuffle of shoes coming up the stairs meant perfection was over. "Get under the cloak," Ginny ordered in a whisper.
"I'll be stuck in here. You have to walk me out."
"Okay...but if any of the girls start to change clothes, you close your eyes straight away."
"On my honor," he murmured throwing the cloak over himself and moving toward the door.
"Ginny. Not so pouty I see," one of her friends said suspiciously wondering what had happened to change the girl's mood.
"Yeah...I'm fine."
"Over your crush on Harry Potter? I doubt that," a snobby girl from Forge's year stated next to her. "He's always buzzing around her and still doesn't see her. Guess you know what kind of impression you make, Weasley!"
"Leave her be," Hermione defended, having come in to talk to Ginny.
"Coming to the aid of your future sister...how sweet? Besides why would the Great Harry Potter go for a little girl anyway? There are so many girls here who would kiss the ground he walked on...girls whose legs aren't bolted together at the knee."
Harry clinched his teeth wanting so badly to rip off the cloak but couldn't without risk of expulsion. He felt incredibly insulted for the insinuation about wanting to be with a twit who would sleep with him because he was 'Harry Potter'. One of the things he loved about Ginny was she saw him and not the fame. He clinched his fists and remained still. He wanted to punch the chit.
He needn't have bothered. "Its time for you to go your room or better yet cool off elsewhere," Hermione said in the tone of voice that made everyone afraid of what she might do, and she could do a lot.
"Why is she here to begin with?" another Gryffindor commented wanting the girl out simply because she was from their year.
"As if I wanted to be here," the girl said slamming the door. No one spoke up for having invited her in so there was no reason identified.
"Thanks Hermione," Ginny said softly. "I'll be right back."
"Have you seen Harry today?" Hermione whispered.
"Not during the day...no," she replied carefully. Harry had taken his cloak- covered hand and was stroking her back, rubbing in slow circles causing her to shiver.
"He was hiding from me too...I expect he thought we would talk about him if we were together," the brunette witch stated.
"I - I guess so...I'll be right back. We can talk more then," Ginny pled needing to get out of the room and away from Harry's invisible touch.
"I just meant that if Harry's avoiding me then the kiss last night must have meant something to him since he is trying to figure it out... so don't lose hope."
"Thanks," Ginny murmured and scurried out the door followed closely by Harry, who had become fascinated with the sloop of Ginny's hips to her tiny waist.
"You told her about the kiss?" Harry whispered once they were headed down the stairs desperate to have her in his arms again.
"Like you didn't gloat to Ron!" Ginny commented.
"No...I didn't. I was too confused to do anything. Besides being my best friend, he is your big brother... That would just be odd." Harry had not considered the 'Ron problem' in any real way since Ginny kissed him.
"Well you better think of something to say."
Harry waited until they were at the bottom of the stairs to remove the cloak and tug Ginny back to a dark spot. He tickled her sides then drew her into his arms planting his hands on the waist that had captured his attention. "Just you wait... Tomorrow we'll find that girl and I will fawn all over you in front of her. Sound good?"
"Sounds brilliant," she said.
"Just remember...anyone gives you that stupid line again the answer is: I don't want anybody else and you are...MINE!" he murmured before kissing her goodnight.
"'Property of Harry Potter' indeed."
Harry quirked an eyebrow at her. "What was that?"
Ginny smirked, "A guy I turned down for a date to Hogsmeade, cause I didn't want your Neanderthal behavior to come out, suggested I get a tattoo that said, 'Property of Harry Potter' to avoid confusion."
"Really?" he said biting his lip.
"Really."
"Huh...kind of like the sound of that," Harry murmured before attempting to kiss his girl.
She however leaned away, "That means you would be wearing a matching tattoo that stated, 'Property of Ginevra Weasley' for all to see."
"Ohhh...like that even better." This time Harry got his kiss. "Mine!" he growled playfully.
Needless to say Ginny was glowing when she reentered her room and Hermione was waiting. "Talk...talk now," the brilliant young witch fussed.
Ginny bit her lip and smiled. "He kissed me," she whispered.
A/N: Ha! I gave you a happy ending chapter before the end of the series. Now you just have to make it through emotional turmoil, dealing with brothers, nearly breaking up...ya know, the basics.
Now repeat after me...I will REVIEW this story. I will REVIEW this story. Good!
A/N: Now that is more like it on the review front. Thank you... I needed that. Don't be afraid to correct me. I had no idea that I kept interchanging 'then' and 'than' in my writing until someone pointed it out. As I read through it the line 'sounded' right in my head but was entirely wrong. Anyway please continue to review.
Nothing to do with pity
6.
Harry seemed to have vanished from school... or Ginny's presence, at least in her mind. He hadn't taken meals with the students the following day. Maybe that was Harry's answer...hiding from her. Ginny felt like kicking herself. Why did she have to go and rock the boat? Maybe if she had waited a little longer Harry would have put all the pieces together...maybe he would have come round?
Truthfully Harry had played sick to the nurse, who gave him a pass but explained 'personal illness days' were of rare commodity and should therefore be spent well. Which meant Harry spent the majority of his day under his father's cloak following the object of his affection & confusion around or waiting for her to get out of class to follow her some more after spending said class period fretting over the situation. Ginny wasn't much better off. She, however, was looking rather confused herself. Every time there was a moments peace that Harry felt he could talk to her one of her brothers, or Hermione, or one of her other friends would come up.
The night wore on and everyone knew in Gryffindor tower something had transpired between Miss Weasley and Mr. Potter. Whatever it was left Ginny alone and Harry scarce.
Ginny couldn't believe Harry was reacting this badly that he abandoned her entirely. She thought their friendship meant something to him. And how was she supposed to react when he did his utmost to keep her all to himself? Ginny pouted a bit, angry with Harry for the slight. She decided to turn in for the night...and maybe indulge in a much-needed cry.
Ginny entered her bedroom and got the same odd feeling she had the night before but once she scanned the room seeing no one... not even another Gryffindor, she chose to ignore it. She turned out the light, undid her tie and got to the first button on her shirt when something swished behind her. She turned quickly and was face to face with Harry.
"What are you doing? You aren't supposed to be here," Ginny whispered in the moonlight filled room.
"Why did you kiss me?" Harry demanded almost angry sounding.
"What?" she responded in shock. Of all things she couldn't believe she would be discussing why she had kissed him.
"Why did you kiss me? What was the reason?"
Ginny just stared at him unbelieving he was cruel enough to make her humiliate herself like that... or too oblivious that he had to ask.
Harry paced away and then came back very close to her, "I don't want your pity Ginny!" he announced.
Obviously she was wrong about the oblivious part. "It wasn't pity," she stated quietly looking at the floor.
Harry moved away again, "Then what was it?" flaring his arms. "Why would you do that if you didn't feel sorry for me? Like I needed to know I was cared for."
Ginny tilted her head like a cat considering him, "You are cared for."
Now Harry was angry, "But not by you...not that way... so why would you confuse me like this? Why give me the brief hope that..." the words died on his lips.
It was now or never. Ginny shook her head, gathered all of her Gryffindor courage. She took a step closer into his personal space and looked him directly in the eye. "Who says I don't care for you?"
Harry was now the one looking down. He shrugged, "You ran away... you left me standing there. I called after you. I came after you and you just ran away."
Suddenly Ginny felt like a git. Maybe the Almighty Harry Potter really was an insecure boy after all. Maybe he really didn't know that someone could fancy him for something other than his fame. Arrgghhh. I knew that already. I knew he was an insecure mass. Why would girls be any different? I am such a git!
The words stuck in Ginny's throat. "I...I was embarrassed... You... you didn't respond at all. You just looked shocked. I mean..." she shrugged, " ...you could have anyone. Why would you want the Weasley girl? I... I did what I wanted to do and then realized I probably just screwed everything we had up..." The red-haired witch swallowed and breath shallowly before meeting Harry's brilliant practically glowing eyes, "I was scared of what you would say or do once you stopped being shocked so I pulled away." She shrugged again slightly. "I really didn't want to hear that you weren't interested in me... I always wanted you to be my first kiss and you were and I'm not sorry about it..."
Ginny was in full-blown babble mode when Harry kissed her. It wasn't long or hard but enough to stop the flow of words from her mouth and stare at the object of her affection. She bit her lip, "I don't want your pity either, Harry."
He smiled softly at her and took her cheek in his hand, "Believe me, that had nothing to do with pity."
Harry gazed at Ginny as she was bathed in moonlight from the window. "You are so beautiful," he whispered and caressed her cheek. She nuzzled into the hand showing her affection before staring at his mouth hoping he would kiss her again. She got her wish. Harry stared deeply into Ginny's eyes as he approached her slowly. He gave her plenty of time to know his intention and pull back. Ginny held firm, starring back into his eyes, every once in a while flicking her eyes to his lips and then returning to his eyes. Their mouths touched for a second before nibbling lightly each other's lips. Harry kissed Ginny again with great warmth.
When they pulled away after a few minutes of chaste affection Ginny smiled shyly, "What does this mean Harry?"
He kissed the tip of her nose, "...that you're mine." He smirked slightly at the ridiculousness of his next statement but it suited the moment, "I'm an only child. I never learnt to share."
Ginny blushed brightly, "I've fancied you for a couple months now Harry. Don't think there is any worry of sharing."
Harry smiled continuing to rub her cheek with his palm. He couldn't believe he was getting his wish...he never really wished for something like that before so he had trouble admitting it to himself, but he really did want to be with Ginny. She was his girl. He had claimed her months ago to Snape. Why did he wait so long? Why did she have to be the one to make a move? Why didn't he just ask Ginny to do something alone like tons of other guys had...just the two of them? Why did it matter any more? Harry leaned in and kissed Ginny sweetly again still cupping her check.
A tear ran down Ginny's face. "What's wrong Angel?" he whispered.
"I've wanted this moment for so long. I'm overwhelmed...I'm crying cause I'm happy."
Harry kissed the tear. "Then I want to making you cry daily."
Ginny smiled and Harry smiled back. This was that perfect moment Ginny had been hoping for.
The shuffle of shoes coming up the stairs meant perfection was over. "Get under the cloak," Ginny ordered in a whisper.
"I'll be stuck in here. You have to walk me out."
"Okay...but if any of the girls start to change clothes, you close your eyes straight away."
"On my honor," he murmured throwing the cloak over himself and moving toward the door.
"Ginny. Not so pouty I see," one of her friends said suspiciously wondering what had happened to change the girl's mood.
"Yeah...I'm fine."
"Over your crush on Harry Potter? I doubt that," a snobby girl from Forge's year stated next to her. "He's always buzzing around her and still doesn't see her. Guess you know what kind of impression you make, Weasley!"
"Leave her be," Hermione defended, having come in to talk to Ginny.
"Coming to the aid of your future sister...how sweet? Besides why would the Great Harry Potter go for a little girl anyway? There are so many girls here who would kiss the ground he walked on...girls whose legs aren't bolted together at the knee."
Harry clinched his teeth wanting so badly to rip off the cloak but couldn't without risk of expulsion. He felt incredibly insulted for the insinuation about wanting to be with a twit who would sleep with him because he was 'Harry Potter'. One of the things he loved about Ginny was she saw him and not the fame. He clinched his fists and remained still. He wanted to punch the chit.
He needn't have bothered. "Its time for you to go your room or better yet cool off elsewhere," Hermione said in the tone of voice that made everyone afraid of what she might do, and she could do a lot.
"Why is she here to begin with?" another Gryffindor commented wanting the girl out simply because she was from their year.
"As if I wanted to be here," the girl said slamming the door. No one spoke up for having invited her in so there was no reason identified.
"Thanks Hermione," Ginny said softly. "I'll be right back."
"Have you seen Harry today?" Hermione whispered.
"Not during the day...no," she replied carefully. Harry had taken his cloak- covered hand and was stroking her back, rubbing in slow circles causing her to shiver.
"He was hiding from me too...I expect he thought we would talk about him if we were together," the brunette witch stated.
"I - I guess so...I'll be right back. We can talk more then," Ginny pled needing to get out of the room and away from Harry's invisible touch.
"I just meant that if Harry's avoiding me then the kiss last night must have meant something to him since he is trying to figure it out... so don't lose hope."
"Thanks," Ginny murmured and scurried out the door followed closely by Harry, who had become fascinated with the sloop of Ginny's hips to her tiny waist.
"You told her about the kiss?" Harry whispered once they were headed down the stairs desperate to have her in his arms again.
"Like you didn't gloat to Ron!" Ginny commented.
"No...I didn't. I was too confused to do anything. Besides being my best friend, he is your big brother... That would just be odd." Harry had not considered the 'Ron problem' in any real way since Ginny kissed him.
"Well you better think of something to say."
Harry waited until they were at the bottom of the stairs to remove the cloak and tug Ginny back to a dark spot. He tickled her sides then drew her into his arms planting his hands on the waist that had captured his attention. "Just you wait... Tomorrow we'll find that girl and I will fawn all over you in front of her. Sound good?"
"Sounds brilliant," she said.
"Just remember...anyone gives you that stupid line again the answer is: I don't want anybody else and you are...MINE!" he murmured before kissing her goodnight.
"'Property of Harry Potter' indeed."
Harry quirked an eyebrow at her. "What was that?"
Ginny smirked, "A guy I turned down for a date to Hogsmeade, cause I didn't want your Neanderthal behavior to come out, suggested I get a tattoo that said, 'Property of Harry Potter' to avoid confusion."
"Really?" he said biting his lip.
"Really."
"Huh...kind of like the sound of that," Harry murmured before attempting to kiss his girl.
She however leaned away, "That means you would be wearing a matching tattoo that stated, 'Property of Ginevra Weasley' for all to see."
"Ohhh...like that even better." This time Harry got his kiss. "Mine!" he growled playfully.
Needless to say Ginny was glowing when she reentered her room and Hermione was waiting. "Talk...talk now," the brilliant young witch fussed.
Ginny bit her lip and smiled. "He kissed me," she whispered.
A/N: Ha! I gave you a happy ending chapter before the end of the series. Now you just have to make it through emotional turmoil, dealing with brothers, nearly breaking up...ya know, the basics.
Now repeat after me...I will REVIEW this story. I will REVIEW this story. Good!