Chapter Two
I know that I haven't talked to you in awhile, but I couldn't really face you. I mean, the last time we talked, you encouraged me to tell Ginny, you said I just need to relax and breath and believe that she loves me for who I am, not who I fancy, that as long as I remember that, everything will be all right.
I want to believe that. I really do, but it's so damn hard. After everything that Percy put the family through, how can I cause more disappointment? Mum just barely deals with him and Dad refuses to even acknowledge his existence. He'd probably have a heart attack if he even knew Mum was still trying to talk to him, either that or go after Percy for breaking her heart.
I don't know.
There's been so many times in the past few months that Ginny almost found out. Just last month she almost walked in on me and Dean. We weren't really doing anything – not yet, anyway – we were just snogging on his bed, but we were naked and things were getting pretty heated.
We heard Ginny and Harry outside the door talking. That gave Dean just enough time to throw the blanket over my head before the door opened. Dean told me that Ginny saw him in his skivvies hiding someone under the covers and turned bright red, almost as red as her hair. Harry later told me that seeing her ex-boyfriend practically starkers, obviously about to shag whoever was under the covers, was a sight she didn't want to see. She had no idea it was me under there. . .
I have to tell her. I know I do.
I will. Really. The next time I see you, she'll know. . .
. . . . maybe.
