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...I love you!
You're awesome! You have no idea how much these reviews helped me write this! I thought almost no one had read it so far! And I was kind of thinking about dropping it. But you saved the life of my fanfic. And for that, I have to thank you. And once again, I love you!
Ok, I'm done scaring you now.
They had gotten a C. She'd have like to have higher, especially for having to work with that... that... if she could've thought of a word bad enough to call him, she would've called him it. But being to angry to do so, she simply paced around the common room, fuming silently. The bright fire that lighted the room reflected her anger, and she longed to throw more wood into it, simply to watch it burn. She did so, and wished the wood were Seamus. But, her psychotic spell was dissolved when she realized that it would only help Seamus get used to hot temperatures. Because where he went after he died would be very hot. Or so she thought. She let out a crooked laugh.
"Gin? Are you okay?" It was Harry, back from Quidditch practice. He saw the tears in her eyes, and instantly understood. He knew what had happened, everyone did, thanks to Lavender.
"No, I'm not okay. Now get lost."
"Gin.. come on, now. It's not as bad as it could've been."
"It could've been worse? How?"
"I don't know, but I know it could've been worse." Seamus would've thought up a response to that, she thought, and then almost kicked herself in the face. But she came to reason, and realized that that was almost physically impossible.
"Well, that cheered me up so much... thanks." She turned her back on the fire and was about to go upstairs, and possibly try this kicking herself in the face idea.
"Gin.. look, about Seamus- he just isn't right for you. Give up on him. He's already hurt you enough, and if you stick to it, I know he'll break your heart in the end." She was about to snap at him, but seeing the look of concern in his eyes, she held her tongue. Unfortunately, that distracted her enough to allow tears to fall. She had tried so hard not to cry, and now she was crying. She felt like such an idiot.
Harry put his arms around her, and let her cry into his shoulder.
"It's going to be okay, Ginny. I won't let him break your heart again." He stroked her hair gently, and pushed away the strands that stuck to her face. He pulled away, and kissed her cheek lightly. They both began to blush furiously. It reminded them too much of the past, and they both looked directly toward thier feet. She knew he liked Hermione, and she knew she liked Seamus, but... she couldn't deny there was chemistry. She tried to meet his gaze.
She looked directly into Harry's eyes. There was a coldness about them that she'd never seen before. A deadly violence... but something else there too, something she couldn't quite name. It made her feel secure, and that he'd most certainly make good on his promise. She hugged him this time, and held onto him tightly, beginning to think that everything really was going to be okay... and that her heart didn't feel that broken anymore.