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Chapter 4 : The Talk

After what seemed like hours of waiting in the room, the girls finally came down both smiling widely. Harry looked at Hermione with a look that said; "Did you tell her?"

Hermione had noticed this and shook her head. Harry let out a sigh of relief and Hermione giggled.

Ron looked at Harry, then at Hermione then back at Harry again, his face about to grow with anger.

Harry quickly noticed this and whispered something to Ron. "She knows. I was just asking if she told Ginny."

Harry said it so quietly that Ron barely heard him. But then he got it and showed a face of 'Oh!'

Ginny, who wasn't let in on the secret, looked upset. Harry looked at her and saw how sad she was. The poor expression on her face made Harry want to go and give her a hug for comfort. Fortunately, that's what he did. Everybody turned to watch, astounded and shocked. Harry, who had his arms around a very surprised Ginny, told her. "Don't be sad, it's not a secret and I'll tell you later."

When he finally let go, Hermione, and especially Ron, couldn't stop staring at Harry. Ginny just stood there looking at him after he let her go. Then she just turned around quietly and headed back up the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged and looked up where Ginny disappeared.

(Meanwhile in Ginny's Room)

'Oh My God! Did Harry Potter just put his arms around me?' Ginny thought. She wrapped herself in her arms just where Harry had put his arms.

'How did he know I was upset? He knew exactly what I thought. They weren't letting me in on some secret. He wanted to make me feel better. Do you think he…no…it can't be. The Boy-Who-Lived can't like me. I'm sure he doesn't like me.'
That thought kept racing threw her mind. Did he like her? Was that hugging just a friendship hug or something more?

(Back in the living room)

They were all sitting on the couch. Well, Ron and Hermione were. Harry was sitting in the big armchair near the fireplace. He was just starring into the burning fire, ashes falling here and there. He kept thinking and wondering why he had hugged her. Sure, to make her feel better. But he really wanted to feel how it was to hold her in his arms.

Watching Harry, Ron decided it was the time for that walk. "Hermione, let's go and take a walk." He grabbed her hand in his and lifted her up.

"But it's nearly night. I don't think we should…" She saw Ron make a signal towards Harry with his eyes and Hermione knew exactly what it meant. "Oh! Okay. Bye Harry, see you later." And they left hand in hand.

"Yeah, bye." Ron waved. Harry just waved back and smiled.

Now he started thinking about how to get a conversation going with Ginny. Should he just get it over with and tell her his feelings or wait and ask her what she thinks of him? He wasn't even sure about his own feelings for her. He decided to just start talking to her and maybe get her to say she still sort of fancies him. If she does, then he would tell her how he really felt. Arrgg, this was harder than he thought.

Harry got up and headed up the stairs towards Ginny's room. When he reached her door he stopped before knocking. He thought it over and over again but didn't reconsider. He knocked on her door and heard a 'Come in'. He turned the knob and stepped in. Ginny was on her bed looking at something. But when she realized it was Harry she quickly slid it under her pillow. Harry looked at her with a curious face.

"Oh, hi Harry." The redheaded girl said nervously.

"Hey" Harry replied as he sat in front of her on the bed Hermione used when she stayed over. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes until Ginny finally spoke.

"Is there something you wanted to talk about?" Ginny asked.

Harry looked at her and caught her eyes. He couldn't stop staring at those beautiful, wonderful chocolate-coated eyes. Harry blushed when he realized he was starring at her.
"Er…Yeah." He started to think and got an idea on how to start his conversation. "So what was that you were looking at?" He started to reach under the pillow but Ginny stopped him by leaning on the bed in his way.

"Oh nothing."

But Harry didn't believe her. He kept reaching around towards the pillow.

"Harry James Potter you leave my pillowcase alone."

Yet Harry still didn't stop. With a grin, he leaned over her to get what was hidden under the pillow.

Almost underneath him, she reached up and tried to grab his arm away. She blocked him from grabbing the pillowcase and started to laugh her little, evil laugh. "Hahaha. Now you shall never get what's under my pillow!" She laughed in spite of herself.

"Wanna bet?" Harry jumped, more than fell, on her, pinning her down. Now their bodies were so close together, facing each other, they could feel each other breathing. He held her hands back so she couldn't stop him.

Harry gazed into her eyes again and Ginny looked back. She noticed things were getting a little too hot, similar to the way he looked at her downstairs earlier. She pushed off with her feet and bounced Harry off her. Harry lost his balance and fell on the floor.

Ginny looked over the edge, her hair falling beneath her face, and laughed at Harry.
"Never mess with the Weasley woman, Harry." She said and laughed again.

Harry, rubbing his sore arm where he landed, looked at her and laughed back. "Now really, is it that important that I can't see what it is you're hiding?" He asked, his eyes wide.

Ginny nodded as if proud.

"Well, then I hope you don't mind if I take a peek." Where he fell, he was a lot closer to her pillow that she was. He launched forward to the unguarded pillow and got the item and held it in his hands. He stuck out his tongue at Ginny and took a look at the picture.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. It was a picture of him with Ginny. It was taken with a muggle camera because of the fact nothing in it moved. It was a picture of Harry and Ginny at The Burrow sitting on the couch looking like they were talking about something.

"Where did you get this?" He asked her with concern.

"Er…Hermione gave it to me. I hope you don't mind that I keep it with me."
"I don't mind at all that you have it. When you gave me the album full of pictures of all of us, why weren't there any pictures of you and me, like this one? Or at lease one of you?"

"There was the one with Ron an—"

"I don't care, there's enough of Ron in there but none of you." He interrupted.

"Harry, I… It's the one and only good picture I have of you. And it's the both of us that make it special to me. That's why I didn't include it. I didn't want to give it up."

Ginny reached for the picture and… Ouch!

She pulled back and looked at her finger. She had a small cut that started to bleed. She instinctively stuck it in her mouth and sucked on it. With her good hand, she held it out for Harry to return her picture. She wondered how she cut herself.

Reluctantly, when Harry gave it back, he saw a horror-stricken look come over her face. Then that look turned angry and not because he broke just broke it but also because he didn't respect her privacy.

"Harry, you broke it! It was perfectly fine when I hid it under my pillow but you just couldn't leave it alone. Now look at it. The glass is broken, the frame is scratched, and the picture has a huge tear in it. Why not just throw it in the ashes? Argh!" Ginny looked at her finger. "Not to mention I cut my finger. Damn Harry learn to respect other people's privacy; maybe it'll do you good!" Anger flared up in her. (A/N: I think it's that time of the month. wink)

"Ginny, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what you had was breakable. I can fix it if you'd let me." He said with a pained expression as he reached for it. He just wanted to see it he didn't mean to make her angry.

"No." Ginny pulled back. "Sheesh Harry, just leave me alone. Just.. just get out of my room." Ginny said not looking at Harry.

Harry didn't know what to do. Continue talking wasn't going to get anywhere. This was obviously not a good time to tell her how he felt for her. He picked himself off the floor and headed out the door. He actually felt more than heard the door get slammed behind him. For a moment he could hear her fall back on her bed crying softly to herself. Feeling rejected with himself, he went back downstairs.

He sat on the couch as angry with himself as he could ever be. Ron and Hermione entered the house a few minutes later, hands locked together, and saw a very infuriated Harry.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.
"Ginny" Harry mumbled.

"Oh, my. Is she okay?" Hermione said worried.

"She's upstairs crying." He replied softly. Hermione ran upstairs to see what had happened to Ginny.

"Why is my sister crying, Harry, and tell the truth. What did you do to her?" Ron demanded with fury starting to rise through his body. Harry looked at him with his sad face and said, "I screwed up, Ron."

"Harry, you're my best mate, you know that. But right now I'm not feeling very friendly. Do you understand me? So what happened?"

"Honestly, I went upstairs after you two left to talk to her. I tried to break the awkwardness by playing around. It didn't work. Matter of fact, I made things worse. She probably hates me right now."

While the guys talked, Hermione didn't learn much from Ginny. She really was not in any mood to talk. So Hermione left her and started downstairs. It was very easy to overhear what the guys were saying in the living room. Therefore, she got a pretty good idea, from Harry's point of view, what happened. To act natural, she quietly retraced her steps back up to the next landing, then turned around and noisily came down stairs again. The guys heard her and stopped talking.

With both Harry and Ron looking at her, she said, "Ginny's not in the mood to talk. She didn't tell me anything. I think she needs some time to calm down. So, what happened here?"

Ron and Hermione both looked at Harry. Harry looked from Hermione to Ron. He knew he was in the hot seat.

"I need some fresh air to clear my head." He finally spoke. With that, he went to the closet and grabbed his broom where it fell on the floor earlier, then went out the front door. The other two could see him through the windows he was headed around the house to the back yard. That's where he always went to fly on his broom when he was bothered with something.

It was a late dinner at The Burrow when Mrs. Weasley asked why Harry and Ginny haven't come down to eat yet. Hermione volunteered to get Ginny and excused herself from the table. Ron wasn't sure what to say. When his mum gave him a concerned look, he came up with, "Harry's outside. He said he wanted some time alone to think some things through."

Mrs. Weasley really didn't like that answer. It was too late in the evening for Harry to be wandering alone. But she always respected him when he wanted some time alone to think. So, to take her mind off her thoughts, she made a plate for Harry to eat later.
Ron, on the other hand, didn't like the idea even worse than his mum. Harry was staying out much later than he normally did after dark. He wished Hermione would return.

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