Disclaimer: Alright, one more time - I'm just a lonely little writer who is not creative enough to come up with her own
characters, so she's using these. Thus, I don't own anything that is involved
with or contained in any of the Harry Potter novels.
A/N: I know, I know! It's supposed to be a DG fic and that's not very apparent yet, but don't worry - it shall reveal itself in time. Keep reading, you'll see!
Chapter 4: Cold and Grey
The time finally came for another school trip to Hogsmeade, and Ginny was actually looking forward to this one. Harry had invited her to spend the day with him, because he wanted to be with her alone. She was overjoyed at Harry's latest actions toward her. They had been spending a lot of time together lately, and Ginny's feelings for him seemed to finally be paying off. He actually appeared to be liking her just as much as she liked him. Could it get better? Perhaps...
"Oh look!" Ginny's eyes widened as she pointed out a giant spouting chocolate fountain that had been placed in the middle of the street. Harry stopped to stick his finger in the oozing brown goo and licked it off, much to his satisfaction. Ginny giggled and they continued strolling down Hogsmeade's main road.
"Let's head into Flourish and Blotts to find Ron and Hermione," Harry suggested, leading the way through the crowds of Hogwarts students.
"Oh... alright," Ginny replied, slightly put-out at the fact that they wouldn't get to spend more time together. She treasured every moment with Harry, and here he was suggesting they hang out with Ron and Hermione. Well, fine. She would go along, because she certainly didn't want to hold a grudge against him. She liked him; maybe even loved. They found Hermione poring over a shelf of books in the back of the store labeled "Muggle Studies," and Ron was right behind her, though looking slightly less interested. Harry and Ginny approached them slowly, shoving their way through huddles of students and book shelves.
"Hey guys!" Ron exclaimed upon seeing his best friend and sister. Hermione turned when she heard Ron's exclamation, and smiled warmly at her friends. Harry and Ginny exchanged greetings before Harry joined his two best friends and Ginny wandered off to another corner of the store. She glanced at the books on the shelves and squeezed past a few groups of talking friends. She wasn't really paying attention to the books, only noticing they existed.
Suddenly, she ran head first into a large dark something blocking her way. It turned around and Ginny recognized "it" as a certain Draco Malfoy. His platinum blonde hair hung loosely over his forehead and his cold grey eyes pierced the warmth of Ginny's brown ones. He smirked when he saw her, but said nothing for a few awkward seconds.
"Well, well, well... if it isn't Little Weasley, here, in Hogsmeade, standing in front of me for no particular reason," came the icy drawl of his deep voice.
"Shove off, Malfoy. I'm busy, and you're interrupting me," Ginny grumbled, attempting to step past him. But he blocked her way and stared lovingly at her body, moving his eyes slowly up and down as if undressing her in his mind. She pushed past him and hurried to the back of the store where Harry, Hermione, and Ron were still lingering. She decided right then and there that she most certainly hated Draco Malfoy with all the passion she possessed in her tender heart. She hated his empty eyes, his sexy smile, his powerful body, she hated everything about him. Why am I even thinking about him? she thought to herself.
Later that night, Ginny sat alone in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone else had already proceeded to their dormitories and drifted off into slumber quite a while ago. She sat pondering her relationship with Harry, wanting to take it to the next level. She wondered about the previous confrontation with Malfoy and why he had been so appraising of her. He hadn't even insulted her. She shook these thoughts from her mind and turned her empty stare to the glowing fire in the fireplace.
Ginny's trance broke when she turned to see who had sat down on the sofa next to her. Harry's face was toward the fire, the flames dancing in his eyes. He turned to Ginny and smiled weakly. She was afraid to ask what was on his mind, so she decided to take a different route of conversation.
"Harry, there's something I need to tell you," she spoke softly, returning her gaze to the fire.
"Okay," came Harry's quiet reply, his stare stayed fixed upon the flames as well.
"I... I think... well, I'm not sure, really... but..." Ginny stumbled over the words in her mind. She couldn't seem to say what it was that had been bothering her.
"Yes?"
"Well, I... I think I love you."
There was a long silence as Harry's thoughts raced over Ginny's confession. Did he love her back? Did he love her at all? Was he afraid? Was he ashamed? Was he anything but expectant?
"I know..." he finally answered.
"How..."
"I figured you did. You've always acted like you wanted more than friendship, so I guess I always knew. I'm sorry I didn't say anything, though. I didn't want to hurt you."
"Hurt me? How could you hurt me? You feel the same way, don't you?" Harry didn't say anything.
"Don't you?" Ginny repeated softly.
"Ginny, I..." Harry turned to face her and locked his eyes on hers. "I don't want to hurt you. I've never wanted to hurt you. You're a great friend, and a great person. I just... I'm not attracted to you as more than a friend. I'm sorry..."
Ginny's eyes welled with tears and she turned back toward the fire. It seemed to be the only constant thing in the room, because she knew her heart sure wasn't, and Harry's words were anything but constant. Everything she thought would be her "dream come true" only turned out to be her nightmare.
"But... you... all the flirting... Hogsmeade? ...That meant nothing?" She couldn't seem to get out full sentences now, as the sobs broke into her thoughts and words. Harry leaned over to touch her shoulder, but she pulled away.
"Ginny, I'm sorry. That's just the way I am. I've always kind of flirted with girls, but I never thought anything of it. It's just the way I am. I'm sorry..."
"No you're not! You pretend to be sorry! You pretend to care! Why were you even my friend if you knew I loved you? Why?!" Ginny cried, standing up abruptly. She turned to Harry, tears streaming down her face.
"I never wanted to hurt you, Ginny." There was sadness and regret in Harry's eyes.
"Yeah, well you did!" Ginny yelled, before slapping Harry across the face and stomping up to her dormitory. Why does everything have to go so wrong?! she thought.
She threw herself on her bed and sobbed all night. Her pillow muffled her cries, and no one awoke to investigate the sniffles and sobs they did manage to hear. She hated her life, she hated Harry, Hogwarts, her family, everything. She wished she could sprout wings and fly away from here. It seemed impossible for her to mend her broken heart and live as if tomorrow's just another day. But could someone else do it?
A/N: I know, I know! It's supposed to be a DG fic and that's not very apparent yet, but don't worry - it shall reveal itself in time. Keep reading, you'll see!
Chapter 4: Cold and Grey
The time finally came for another school trip to Hogsmeade, and Ginny was actually looking forward to this one. Harry had invited her to spend the day with him, because he wanted to be with her alone. She was overjoyed at Harry's latest actions toward her. They had been spending a lot of time together lately, and Ginny's feelings for him seemed to finally be paying off. He actually appeared to be liking her just as much as she liked him. Could it get better? Perhaps...
"Oh look!" Ginny's eyes widened as she pointed out a giant spouting chocolate fountain that had been placed in the middle of the street. Harry stopped to stick his finger in the oozing brown goo and licked it off, much to his satisfaction. Ginny giggled and they continued strolling down Hogsmeade's main road.
"Let's head into Flourish and Blotts to find Ron and Hermione," Harry suggested, leading the way through the crowds of Hogwarts students.
"Oh... alright," Ginny replied, slightly put-out at the fact that they wouldn't get to spend more time together. She treasured every moment with Harry, and here he was suggesting they hang out with Ron and Hermione. Well, fine. She would go along, because she certainly didn't want to hold a grudge against him. She liked him; maybe even loved. They found Hermione poring over a shelf of books in the back of the store labeled "Muggle Studies," and Ron was right behind her, though looking slightly less interested. Harry and Ginny approached them slowly, shoving their way through huddles of students and book shelves.
"Hey guys!" Ron exclaimed upon seeing his best friend and sister. Hermione turned when she heard Ron's exclamation, and smiled warmly at her friends. Harry and Ginny exchanged greetings before Harry joined his two best friends and Ginny wandered off to another corner of the store. She glanced at the books on the shelves and squeezed past a few groups of talking friends. She wasn't really paying attention to the books, only noticing they existed.
Suddenly, she ran head first into a large dark something blocking her way. It turned around and Ginny recognized "it" as a certain Draco Malfoy. His platinum blonde hair hung loosely over his forehead and his cold grey eyes pierced the warmth of Ginny's brown ones. He smirked when he saw her, but said nothing for a few awkward seconds.
"Well, well, well... if it isn't Little Weasley, here, in Hogsmeade, standing in front of me for no particular reason," came the icy drawl of his deep voice.
"Shove off, Malfoy. I'm busy, and you're interrupting me," Ginny grumbled, attempting to step past him. But he blocked her way and stared lovingly at her body, moving his eyes slowly up and down as if undressing her in his mind. She pushed past him and hurried to the back of the store where Harry, Hermione, and Ron were still lingering. She decided right then and there that she most certainly hated Draco Malfoy with all the passion she possessed in her tender heart. She hated his empty eyes, his sexy smile, his powerful body, she hated everything about him. Why am I even thinking about him? she thought to herself.
Later that night, Ginny sat alone in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone else had already proceeded to their dormitories and drifted off into slumber quite a while ago. She sat pondering her relationship with Harry, wanting to take it to the next level. She wondered about the previous confrontation with Malfoy and why he had been so appraising of her. He hadn't even insulted her. She shook these thoughts from her mind and turned her empty stare to the glowing fire in the fireplace.
Ginny's trance broke when she turned to see who had sat down on the sofa next to her. Harry's face was toward the fire, the flames dancing in his eyes. He turned to Ginny and smiled weakly. She was afraid to ask what was on his mind, so she decided to take a different route of conversation.
"Harry, there's something I need to tell you," she spoke softly, returning her gaze to the fire.
"Okay," came Harry's quiet reply, his stare stayed fixed upon the flames as well.
"I... I think... well, I'm not sure, really... but..." Ginny stumbled over the words in her mind. She couldn't seem to say what it was that had been bothering her.
"Yes?"
"Well, I... I think I love you."
There was a long silence as Harry's thoughts raced over Ginny's confession. Did he love her back? Did he love her at all? Was he afraid? Was he ashamed? Was he anything but expectant?
"I know..." he finally answered.
"How..."
"I figured you did. You've always acted like you wanted more than friendship, so I guess I always knew. I'm sorry I didn't say anything, though. I didn't want to hurt you."
"Hurt me? How could you hurt me? You feel the same way, don't you?" Harry didn't say anything.
"Don't you?" Ginny repeated softly.
"Ginny, I..." Harry turned to face her and locked his eyes on hers. "I don't want to hurt you. I've never wanted to hurt you. You're a great friend, and a great person. I just... I'm not attracted to you as more than a friend. I'm sorry..."
Ginny's eyes welled with tears and she turned back toward the fire. It seemed to be the only constant thing in the room, because she knew her heart sure wasn't, and Harry's words were anything but constant. Everything she thought would be her "dream come true" only turned out to be her nightmare.
"But... you... all the flirting... Hogsmeade? ...That meant nothing?" She couldn't seem to get out full sentences now, as the sobs broke into her thoughts and words. Harry leaned over to touch her shoulder, but she pulled away.
"Ginny, I'm sorry. That's just the way I am. I've always kind of flirted with girls, but I never thought anything of it. It's just the way I am. I'm sorry..."
"No you're not! You pretend to be sorry! You pretend to care! Why were you even my friend if you knew I loved you? Why?!" Ginny cried, standing up abruptly. She turned to Harry, tears streaming down her face.
"I never wanted to hurt you, Ginny." There was sadness and regret in Harry's eyes.
"Yeah, well you did!" Ginny yelled, before slapping Harry across the face and stomping up to her dormitory. Why does everything have to go so wrong?! she thought.
She threw herself on her bed and sobbed all night. Her pillow muffled her cries, and no one awoke to investigate the sniffles and sobs they did manage to hear. She hated her life, she hated Harry, Hogwarts, her family, everything. She wished she could sprout wings and fly away from here. It seemed impossible for her to mend her broken heart and live as if tomorrow's just another day. But could someone else do it?
'Out of all the pain... there's no difference between the teardrops and the rain...'
A/N: Oooo what a shocker! Keep reviewing!