A/N Hey guys! Sorry its been so long, I had a LOT of trouble with this chapter. A lot. And forgive me for the numerous amounts of errors.
Skiing was a nightmare, but I loved it. I didn't think it was possible for me to be so horrible at something. Ah well, experience right? ;)
Anyway, a lot of you asked about Ginny's wedding dress. The dress I had in mind looks like the one Kirsten Dunst wears in Spiderman 2. Very gorgeous, I love it. Good movie too come to think of it.
Also, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. One of my BETA's; Nesserz, has written a story that I helped her with called: Was It Something I Said? It's hard to explain how it was written, but give most of the credit to her. But I would love if you took a look at it. It's an HG and here is the summary:
[An accident in Potions has introverted Ginny Weasley saying things she's only ever dreamed of. The only problem is, she's taking things too far and no one knows how to stop her. The worst part is that Ginny hasn't a clue as to what is going on. Will she be able to fix the mistakes she's made before it's too late? HG]
Thanks to my honest, happy and hilarious BETA's: Nesserz& luvhp224
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Ch 8 – Take Of Your Mask
Dedication: deerboy – you needed some cheering up! You can take the test again, right?
In the words of a very wise person: I'm not worried that someone is going to steal my plot, no one can find it.
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Ginny massaged her forehead, wearily lying down on the couch. They had gone home to the Burrow straight away, eager to see and reprimand them both. Hermione wasn't there though, she had gone to see her parents, as they had been left in the dark about everything. Mrs Weasley had hugged her son straight away, scolding him and asking if they had any pictures at the same time.
Yet the only thing Ginny could remember perfectly that day, including a near-death, searching for a dress and Ron and Hermione coming back was the talk she had had with Harry. Or rather, the argument. She had gone outside because she still felt slightly ill from the accident at Gringott's, and her mother's frequent exclamations were giving her a headache.
She had only been wandering aimlessly for a few minutes, almost out of sight from the house, before Harry came out. Ginny grimaced, remembering the conversation.
"What happened at Gringotts?" he said restlessly, coming over to her.
"Nothing you need to worry about." Ginny said in an off-hand emotionless voice, not looking at him.
"Cath said you almost died!" Harry accused her.
"Oh Cath said, did she?" Ginny asked sarcastically, still not looking at him.
"Yes, but no one bothered to tell me this!" Harry said angrily.
"Why do you care?" Ginny asked him, tugging on a branch to control her anger.
"Why not?"
"You should have told yourself that when we didn't see you for almost. . . what was it? Oh yeah, six years!" Ginny snapped, she wanted to take her anger out on someone, and Harry seemed like an easy target.
"Ginny, just tell me what happened at Gringott's. They were doing the same type of experiments where I was and someone almost died!"
"Why don't you go ask someone else, like Catherine." Ginny said stonily, still refusing to meet his eye. She was worried about what he had said though, but didn't mention it.
"Oh, is someone jealous?" Harry grinned jokingly.
"I'm engaged, Potter." She said sharply.
"Why the last name?" Harry asked, staring at her back calculatingly.
"Please just leave Harry. I'm not in the mood to talk." Ginny said dismissively.
"Not until you tell me what happened at Gringotts."
"Why do you care?" Ginny repeated.
"You know your family clock?" Harry asked suddenly.
"Yes." Ginny answered, grudgingly.
"My name's on it. That's why I want to know."
"If you're implying you want to know because you're family then you're sadly mistaken."
"I'm not implying it. I--"
"Good, because in a family you don't disappear for six years and send no word to let us know you're still alive."
"I was saying it. I am family Gin." Harry snapped.
"Don't call me Gin."
"Why not? I always used to call you Gin."
"Used too. Only family does now, and people I love." Ginny answered. She bit her lip, that comment was a bit harsh.
"You've changed so much Ginny." Harry said bitterly.
Ginny whirled around angrily, finally meeting his eyes, her fury-filled stare reflecting his own heated green eyes.
"I've changed?" she whispered dangerously. "Me?"
"Yes, you're not the Ginny I knew."
"You're not even Harry!" she yelled. "You are sarcastic, cruel, arrogant, never serious and completely different from the boy I knew!"
"Compared with your bitchy moods and dismissive attitude!" Harry shouted back.
"I never thought I would regret seeing you again." Ginny said in a cold voice.
"Well I regret knowing you." Harry said straight away. Ginny muffled a hurt gasp before glaring at him. He met her look defiantly. She shook her head and stormed into the house, only stopping to grab her wedding dress, wanting to go back home. Ignoring the questions from her family as to why she was leaving she headed to the fireplace. She passed the family clock, Harry's name standing out from the rest, proving his point that he was family. She turned her face away and disappeared into the fire after throwing powder over it.
Harry stared after her, even after she had disappeared into the house, breathing in and out angrily. He hadn't meant to say that, but it had just slipped out. He disappeared with a pop, not saying good-bye. He needed a drink.
I hate him, Ginny thought passionately, squeezing the pillow in frustration. A pop startled her and she looked up to see Luna's anxious face peering down at her.
Ginny groaned. "Don't look at me."
"Are you alright?" Luna asked seriously, feeling Ginny's forehead.
"Who told you?" Ginny asked flatly.
"Welll. . ." Luna said. Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Angelina told Fred, who of course told George, who immediately told Bill, who then told Charlie, who then told Mr Weasley, who accidentally told Ron, who told Neville at work who then told me just now and then I came here straight away." Luna said all this in one breath, rather fast and Ginny had a hard time following her.
"Bloody family, never stop talking." Ginny muttered.
"Ginny they were worried about you!" Luna exclaimed, sitting down next to her friend on the small couch.
"We're fine." Ginny said crossly. Seeing Luna's dubious look, she laughed quietly. "I'm fine Luna, honestly. The goblin said there were no lasting effects of the gas."
"They did?" Luna asked, sounding like she didn't believe her friend.
"Yes." Ginny lied smoothly. Actually, the goblin had said there didn't seem to be any lasting effects.
"Thank goodness. You should have seen me Gin; I almost had a heart attack when I heard what had happened. Neville made out that it was much worse." She said breathlessly.
"I'm sure you did almost have a heart attack." Ginny chuckled, only half-joking. "Do you want some coffee or something?" she asked, heaving herself up off the couch.
"That would be nice. I'll help." Luna said, getting up too.
They made the coffee in a peaceful silence. Probably shouldn't be having this much caffeine at this late hour. Ginny thought wryly, taking a sip of her coffee.
"So have you spoken to Harry properly?" Luna asked, breaking the silence.
"Huh? No. . . Uh, I mean yes." Ginny said, instantly becoming flustered.
Luna bit her lip in amusement, holding her coffee cup. "And?"
"Well, to be honest. . . I don't like him. He's changed. I mean, really, I can't believe someone could be so arrogant! He practically told me not to get married too, I felt like slapping him. He's changed. No. . . no I don't like him. Yes, he's changed. Arrogant, too. No, definitely don't like him, he's too arrogant. He's different, he's changed. I don't like him at all." Ginny took a sip of her mug quickly. "Yes, too arrogant." She added as an afterthought.
Luna hid a smile, wondering if her friend knew how many times she had repeated herself. "Arrogant is he?" was all she said though.
"Oh yes. He's changed too, I really don't like him. So arro-"
"Ginny?"
"Yes?"
"I know. You've told me a few times now."
"Oh, sorry." Ginny said sheepishly, taking another huge gulp.
Just then another pop in the living room interrupted them as a female voice called out worriedly.
"Ginny?"
"In here!" she yelled, recognising the voice.
Hermione appeared in the doorway, eyes wide and distraught.
"Oh Ginny!" she exclaimed, striding over to give her friend a hug. "Ron only just told me what happened! Oh my goodness I was in complete shock I. . . Hello Luna, how are you?" Hermione changed the subject, giving the blonde a warm smile.
"I'm fine, it's good to see you. Neville says hi." Luna replied, giving her own smile back.
"It's okay Hermione, I'm fine." Ginny laughed.
"What were they thinking, not having any goblins in the main hall?" Hermione asked, bewildered. "They could have at least put a sign up or something!"
"One of the experiments went wrong." Ginny informed her, gesturing for Hermione to sit down.
"Oh no, I can't stay, Ron expects me back home soon." Hermione said with a secret and childish smile.
Ginny almost choked on her tea. "You bought a house?" she exclaimed.
"Yes." Hermione said, her face glowing. "Well, a flat really."
"How was the wedding?" Luna asked.
Hermione's eyes sparkled. "Perfect. I never wanted a big wedding, never. It was by the sea and only Ron and one of the islanders we met were there." Hermione paused. "And the priest."
"Well, that's good. Wouldn't be much of a wedding without a priest." Ginny joked. She became more serious and stopped laughing. "I still don't know why you two ran off though; Mum wanted so much to have a wedding."
Hermione blushed and looked up at the ceiling. "Well," she said softly. "My Mum and Dad got married on an island, only the two of them. This may come as a surprise but I've never wanted a big wedding, or even a small one with a few friends. I'd always dreamed of an identical wedding to my parents, like all the rest of the family."
"The rest of your family? None of you have had proper weddings?" Ginny asked, a bit confused.
"No, none. The Grangers are notorious for their small, four-person weddings. We don't even do the whole wedding dress and cake thing. And to tell the truth, none of us regret it. I don't." Hermione said proudly, looking at her two friends now. "And neither was Ron."
"Well, I'm glad you loved it." Ginny said sincerely, smiling.
"Thanks Gin. . . Luna."
"Anytime."
"Well, I'd best be off." Hermione said regretfully. "I just had to come see how you were, Ron sends all of his love by the way. Oh and Ginny, you have to show me your wedding dress!" She gave Ginny another hug and waved to Luna before disappearing with a small pop.
"You can really tell she's just been married." Luna said thoughtfully.
"How so?" Ginny asked curiously. The coffee had her wide awake, she was almost jumpy.
"She's got that look in her eye. It's hard to describe, when you're married you'll recognise it." Luna said, not elaborating further than that. "Or truly in love." She whispered to herself, knowing Ginny couldn't hear. At that moment, the doorbell rung.
"What on earth was that?" Luna asked.
"It's a doorgong or something; I forget what it's called. It came with the cottage and I always forget about it because people always either Apparate or Floo."
"Muggles are so strange. . ." Luna trailed off. "Wait. . . that means there's someone out there!" she said excitedly.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Yes." She said, getting up out of the chair and padding softly to her front door. She peered out but could only see a dark figure hulking just outside the door. She opened it cautiously, peering out.
She shrieked as the man fell on top of her, yet he wasn't unconscious.
"Mum?" he asked dazedly, reaching for her red hair.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Ginny exclaimed, trying to hold him up.
"Oh, look a chocolate biscuit!" he said excitedly, pointing to Luna, who had just walked into the room and was staring at Harry with pure shock on her face. Ginny sniffed him and groaned; he reeked of alcohol.
Suddenly, Harry's eyes cleared for a second.
"You were looking in the wrong place, you know." He told Luna, who was looking slightly scared.
"Pardon?" she said stiffly, shooting a glance at Ginny.
"The Crumple-Horned Snorkack, you were looking in the wrong place for it." Harry insisted.
Luna was gaping, not quite sure what to say.
"They're not in Sweden, they're in Romania."
Luna opened and closed her mouth several times, apparently speechless. Ginny just looked cross and unimpressed as she tried to heave Harry up. As much as she disliked having him in her house, he was in no shape to go anywhere; in fact it was miracle he got to her house. How did he get to my house? She wondered absently. He's never been here before. Luna was still in the hallway, frozen in position. Ginny gave up trying to get Harry on his feet and laid him on the ground. Luna finally found the use of her legs and speech and walked over to her.
"Come on; let's get him on the couch." Luna said placidly. Ginny nodded as they lifted him up and half-dragged, half-carried him over onto the couch.
"You can go, I'll be alright." Ginny said.
"Are you sure?" Luna asked the redhead, tired and wanting to go home but not sure about leaving her friend.
"Sure I'm sure. I'll give him a sobering potion and send him off." Ginny assured her.
"Okay, but contact me instantly if you need help." Luna said doubtfully. Ginny nodded and waved, turning away as her friend Disapparated.
Ginny surveyed Harry coolly; he was waving his arms about in the air and laughing. She shook her head and walked into the kitchen to prepare the Potion. Git, what right does he have to come to my house drunk?
She began preparing everything; she unfortunately didn't have a sober-up potion ready at hand. Why should I even be doing this for him? She thought grumpily. She started as Harry began to very loudly sing in the next room, in an atrocious voice, about a dancing pineapple. She giggled, softly so he couldn't hear; he clearly had no idea what he was doing. He probably didn't even realise where he was.
Ginny tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the potion to heat. Things seemed to be silent in the living room, worrying her slightly. The Potion reached the boil and she quickly took it off. He had to have it quite hot for it to work well. She poured the purple liquid into a glass and walked slowly out into the living room.
"Feeling hot, hot hot!" Harry said in a sing-song voice, waving his arms about. He kept repeating that phrase, probably because it was the only bit he knew. Harry ignored the drink in front of him and even Ginny for that matter. "Feeling hot, hot, hot. . ." he trailed off.
"If you don't drink this right now you'll be feeling sick, sick, sick!" Ginny snapped, eyes flaring dangerously. Harry looked up and smiled brilliantly at her, waving vigorously.
"Drink, NOW!" she yelled, stamping her foot. She didn't want to be in this situation, she didn't want Harry anywhere near her and most of all she didn't want him to be drunk, near her and in this situation. Harry did some sort of weird jig before sculling the entire potion, not even noticing its heat.
Ginny turned around as he flopped back down on the couch and started bopping his head. She ran her fingers over the photos on the mantle above the fireplace with a smile. The potion should kick in any minute now. Ginny looked at one of her and her mother, it was on her seventeenth birthday; her coming of age party.
"I don't regret knowing you."
Ginny froze and turned around slowly.
"P-pardon?" she stammered, looking at his wide green eyes that were now totally serious. He was sitting up, staring at her with slight remorse.
"I don't." Harry said gravely.
Ginny nodded slowly. "I suppose I don't regret seeing you again. . . that much." She said, clearly a bit shocked at his confession.
Harry didn't say anything. "I. . . I'm not really like that you know."
Ginny furrowed her eyebrows. "Like what?" she asked carefully, staring across at him. What's wrong with him? She thought.
"Like. . . before. Before at the . . . party and. . . lunch."
"You mean a jerk?" she said bitterly, turning away.
Silence.
"Yes."
"I don't get it. What do you mean you're 'not like that'?" Ginny said crossly, lifting one of her eyebrows.
"I mean I don't do apologies so good." Harry said.
"Apparently so." Ginny said crisply. "At any rate, I'm not sure I'd forgive you."
"I was wandering around and I felt bad. I had to come apologise."
"You mean you were drunk and there was nowhere else to go." Ginny said tartly.
"No! Maybe. . . yes." Harry said, seeing Ginny's look.
"You really don't do apologies well do you?" Ginny said.
"I did warn you." Harry said sulkily. Ginny couldn't help but let a glimmer of a smile pass her lips.
"Why were you drinking Harry?"
"I was angry."
"About?" Ginny prompted.
". . . you."
"Oh."
Silence fell again.
"Well, I think it's time you got go-" Ginny began briskly.
"Let's start over." Harry interrupted.
"Huh?" Ginny said stupidly.
"Start over. Pretend nothing happened. We're meeting for the first time in six years right now." Harry said with a note of eagerness in his voice. He was still sitting down and looking up at her.
"That's not possible Harry. You said some horrible things." Ginny said shortly. "I can't forgive that easily. You just walked into my house drunk, after being completely uncivil, what makes you think I am going to 'forget about everything'? Actually, you didn't even walk in, you fell in."
"I don't want to fight with you."
"It's a bit late now, don't you think? I think you should just leave and we can pretend that this never happened."
"I'm Harry Potter." Harry said abruptly, holding out his hand. Ginny fell silent, but ignored the hand. "I play Quidditch and haven't seen you in six years." He smiled ruefully then said, "I am sarcastic, cruel, never serious and completely different from how I was six years ago. And arrogant." He added, repeating what she had said earlier.
"I know I was a bit harsh but - " Ginny said, cringing slightly.
"And you're Ginny Weasley. You're engaged and you - " Harry continued, pretending she hadn't said anything.
"- are prone to bitchy moods and have a dismissive attitude?" Ginny cut in, however, still not smiling.
Harry looked surprised but pleased. "I didn't really mean that. You had the right to be after. . ." he trailed off.
"After what?"
"After. . . me. What I said." Harry said, looking regretful.
Ginny studied him; he looked so forlorn just sitting on the couch with pleading eyes and a sad look on his face.
"I am sorry Ginny." Harry said in a more serious tone now. Ginny looked at him, really looked at him. How could she hold a grudge against Harry – someone she had known since she was ten? It was quite impossible, really. Besides, she had only been angry with him for what – three days? Before then she had forgotten about him.
Ginny sighed resignedly. ". . . I suppose I wasn't much better."
Harry didn't look much less than astonished. "R-really?" he managed, gulping.
"I didn't say I had forgiven you, just that I wasn't much better." Ginny said, crossing her arms. Harry's face fell.
"Oh."
He needs to feel guilty for just a bit longer, Ginny thought.
"I'd better go then." Harry said quietly. "Thanks for the potion." He got up and headed towards the door, looking agitated.
"-But. . ." Ginny continued quietly. Harry, almost at the door, turned quickly.
". . . then again, if I wasn't much better and you've forgiven me, then I'd have to forgive you." Ginny said honestly.
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"He didn't!" Ginny exclaimed, a good deal of hours later. They were still sitting on the couch, neither realising how much time had passed.
"Yes!" Harry insisted, "Said that just because he said he loved her didn't mean he was in love with her, and he said she took it the wrong way."
"That's horrible!" Ginny said.
"I know. She gave him a pretty good black eye though." Harry grinned.
"You know, that's the reason I don't really like people saying 'I love you.' If someone told me that, I would make them say; I'm in love with you." Ginny said thoughtfully.
"What if they said they weren't in love with you then?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, then I too would give them a pretty good black eye!" Ginny laughed, enjoying the feeling of being care-free. Harry shook his head and chuckled.
"I'm hungry." Ginny said suddenly.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
"It's uh. . . oh my Merlin it's two thirty in the morning!" Ginny exclaimed, running her hand through her hair.
"I'm hungry too." Harry said, leaping up off the couch and heading into the kitchen.
Ginny laughed again and watched him leave. It was like he had taken off a mask or something, and she could now see the Harry from before. She had forgotten how immature he was, despite his age. She hadn't had this much fun in ages. Not caring what she said, what people would think of her if she did this or that, not minding being totally juvenile.
She pottered into the kitchen after him, curious as to what he was doing. She watched him from the doorway as he looked inside her cupboard, taking out a box of chocolates. Oh no you don't,she thought.
Ginny pulled out her wand quickly. "Accio, chocolates!" she yelled, holding her hand out as the box flew towards her out of Harry's hands.
"Aww, come on Ginny."
"Uh-uh. Not my chocolates." Ginny said, shaking her head and holding the chocolates possessively. "Dad gave them to me."
"Please?"
"No."
"Just one?"
"No."
Harry smirked and pulled out his wand, Ginny gripped the box tighter, narrowing her eyes. "Accio, chocolates!" he bellowed, as Ginny clutched onto the box even tighter. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt herself fly across the room and crash into a very shocked Harry and topple onto the floor.
"Ouch." He moaned a few seconds later, rubbing his head.
"Serves you right." Ginny said primly, getting up.
"Ugh." Harry said, getting up slowly.
They went back into the living room, but not before Ginny hid the chocolates under some papers.
"Do you remember what you said to Luna?" Ginny asked him as they settled on the couch again.
Harry looked bewildered. "Luna? As in Luna Lovegood? When did I see her?"
"You don't remember?"
"Noo."
"Well I suppose that saves you some slight embarrassment for when you see her again." Ginny said, smiling a little.
"Ginny! What did I say?" Harry asked.
Ginny gave a grin and got up, heading towards the bathroom.
"You'll have to tell me the words to that dancing pineapple song." She teased as she paused in the doorway. She went into her bedroom and fed Lou, before going to the toilet quickly.
As she came back out, she was surprised to see Harry lying back with a very satisfied look on his face. Her eyes travelled a fraction of an inch to the side to see her box of chocolates open and some already eaten.
"You still want the lyrics to the song?" Harry grinned, biting his lip. Ginny rolled her eyes, not really minding. She was just glad to have her friend back, minus the arrogance.
Yay they're friends again! No romance though. . .
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