TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE PART 1

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna
hold you so much. At long last love has
arrived. And I thank God I'm alive. You're
just too good to be true. Can't take my
eyes off yoy.

Pardon the way that I stare. There's nothing
else to compare. The sight of you leaves me
weak. There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel. Please let me know
that it's real. You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night. I love
you baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh pretty
baby, don't bring me down I pray. Oh pretty
baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me
love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna
hold you so much. At long last love has
arrived. And I thank God I'm alive. You're
just too good to be true. Can't take my
eyes off you.

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night. I love
you baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh pretty
baby, don't bring me down I pray. Oh pretty
baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me
love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night. I love
you baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh pretty
baby, don't bring me down I pray. Oh pretty
baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me
love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

- Lauryn Hill(she did the cover)

"Ginny, are you sure you want to apparate?"

Her longtime roommate and partner in crime, Luna asked, a tinge of anxiety in her usually dreamy voice.

Ginny who was summoning articles of clothing from her wardrobe into her suitcase, nodded grimly.

True, apparating was not one of her best points, her worst actually.

She had to sit for the apparition test four times to have finally passed it.

How she ended up in some drunkard's lap three miles away from where she was supposed to have apparated to, had made Weasley history, fodder for the growing brood of nephews and nieces - thanks to the high fertility rate of her happily married brothers.

But she was determined to apparate, not wanting to be the only adult witch stepping out of a fireplace, covered in soot that would inevitably clash horribly with her pale complexion, which was a physical characteristic typical of most red heads.

After all this was one of the biggest events of the year.

Not to mention the fact that both Remus and his blushing bride to be Zedka were pretty good friends, due to Ginny's extensive work in the DA and later as a trainee healer during the Second War.

Besides, Zedka had asked her to be a bridesmaid, an honor that she had not even bestowed upon Hermione - that could be because of Hermione's inability to manage the long walk down the aisle.

That was the reason Ginny was gracing this occasion with her presence.

The operative word was gracing.

She planned to make a graceful entrance so flooing was out of the question.

"Fine, but just focus." Luna reminded her.

Ginny nodded, proceeding to fold her peach coloured, strapless bridesmaid dress into the bag.

She was actually looking forward to this gala event. She would get to see her brothers, something that was rarely possible with all their conflicting schedules.

She would get to gossip with her favorite and very pregnant sister-in-law, Hermione.

Which reminded her of the disturbing fact that her dear brother's other best friend would be there. The one who defeated Voldermort.

Harry James Potter – that's who.

Now, you know those type of friendships that you develop with someone whom you previously had a crush on, after that unfortunate infatuation fades?

Well. Ginny had never really envisaged that for herself and Harry. To her knowledge, it would be highly awkward.

But it had happened – the summer after her fourth year.

Harry had come over to stay at The Burrow.

One starless night, a few days after he had arrived, while she had been out in garden, penning poems, enjoying the cool summer night breeze, her had joined her.

They had talked about everything. (Somewhere along, he had told her about the prophecy, of which she realized later only she had been privy to.)

They conversed with non-existent awkwardness and the casual intimacy borne of longtime friends.

Since that night, they had been inseparable for the entire summer.

Despite merciless, innuendo filled teasing from the twins and furtive glances from Ron, their friendship grew only stronger, more platonic than romantic.

Especially since Ron and Hermione often went off on walks together.

It was strange for Ginny truly enjoyed being friends with Harry, nothing more, and nothing less.

They way she saw it, she would rather have an understanding friend who would be there forever than a boyfriend whom you would eventually have to break up with, unless he was The One.

Also, she had always wanted a male best friend and Harry fit the bill.

But like all good things, summer holidays drew to an end.

School began. That was when the trouble began.

Just when the school population was coming to terms with the Hogwarts trio becoming the Hogwarts Quartet, and people began placing bets on how long it would take for Harry and Ginny to drop their 'we're best friends, nothing more' act and snog each other, all hell broke loose on the last night of that summer in the Gryffindor common room.

Ginny had been huddled on the window seat, vigorously writing down another poem that had come into her mind.

Colin, Luna and Neville were sitting on the couch near her, busy playing wizard's chess.

Harry stomped in, his quidditch robes billowing about him, his black hair sticking out in all direction, spiked by the moisture of his perspiration, his natural musky, masculine odor wafting off him as he made his way towards Ginny.

Knowing looks were passed between the other gryffindors. Ron had been nowhere in sight. Neither had Hermione.

Harry had gotten back his seeker position in the team, something that Ginny truly did not mind for as enthralling as quidditch was, she loved writing her poems more.

Harry did not seem to understand this.

For as he approached her, seating himself across from her on the window seat, he told her he felt it was really unfair.

She was touched but tried to explain to her position. With schoolwork and quidditch, she would have no time for her poems.

Harry had gone on to say that she should at least have been made a reserve seeker.

That had insulted her.

She just did not want play quidditch for the team and she definitely did not want to waste her time warming the bench as a reserve.

She had told Harry just that in a cold measured tone, which had made Luna and Colin stop their game and glance up at her, with habitual wariness towards what would normally follow when Ginny spoke in such dangerously soft tones.

Harry too dense to sense the row that was going to happen, had continued to insist that Ginny should not sacrifice her passions for just a case of unfairness on part of Maconagall.

Ginny exploded, as expected by the entire Grifffyndor common room that had been watching the scene unfold with the breathless anticipation typical of spectators at a wizard's duel.

She had stood up, gathering her notebook in her arms.

"I know my passions, Harry! They are not quidditch! If you were my friend, you'd know just that!" Ginny had gritted through her clenched teeth into his fast reddening face.

Harry stood up as well then, so that she had to look up at him, for he was a good head taller than her.

"I was just trying to help you! How ungrateful can you get?!" He snapped at her.

"Ungrateful?! Me? Perhaps if you stopped trying to save your friends all the time, and just tried being a normal friend, they would be grateful! If you tried to get it into your thick skull, that not everybody needs you! You and your bleeding nobility complex! Go save yourself first, Harry!"

He had stood there, gaping at her, jaw slack.

Ginny had no idea what had gotten into her. She was so angry that all she saw was red.

Perhaps it had been PMS. Perhaps it had been the way Harry seemed to always think that he owed everyone and he shouldered guilt that he was not supposed to.

Or perhaps, she wanted him to realize that she did not need him to be her friend, but wanted him to be her friend – a clear distinction.

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