Chapter 3- Lucky
How could I get so lucky? That's all I could keep asking myself when we were going out. How could I get so lucky? I mean she was everything I wanted. Cute, really nice to other people, wickedly funny and beautiful. Ginny was just beautiful. We had a great time. Granted I couldn't see her much over the summer. Not as much as a wanted to anyway. There was a lot of owling back and forth but I loved it. She would send me these letters with little lipstick smudges on them just to be funny, right? She always loved to make fun of how many people nowadays just were so sappy bout romance even though I think we were guilty of the same charge. Of course, I played along with my semi-serious "love letters" back to her with a recent picture I had drawn. Nothing really weird. Just pictures of centaurs and hippogriffs and things. Nothing like…a picture of her or anything. I would never have sent those to her.
But no matter what way I looked at it, Ginny and I always meshed. It was the most perfect relationship I had had to anyone. We just seemed to read each other very well. I don't think a lot of people, including our families, quite understood what we had going. I guess I wasn't quite sure either. But she always made it very clear how she felt about me. We were able to see each other for a little bit over the summer and we had fun trying to find places to hide away from our families just so we could talk and stuff. She is very intimate, Ginny is, very concerned about others feelings.
We had a great time over the summer but when we got back to Hogwarts it seemed her spark was dimmer than mine. She got a little snappy every time I asked her to hang out. She seemed to always be in a mood with me and snap at me for things I didn't even do. One time she accused me of bumping into her when I clearly didn't and I had to sit and defend myself for the rest of the night. I'm not saying she's a horrible, awful person or anything she just seemed to have other things on her mind.
Then it happened. That infamous night everyone will be talking about for years to come. Harry kissed Ginny. My Ginny. My first reaction was !#&$! My anger pulsed through my body and found the glass in my hand. That night I had to console a glass-cut hand and a broken heart by myself while everyone else cheered. Of course they liked the idea of Harry and Ginny getting together. "They were cute together." But once I had more time to think about it, it made sense. She had been thinking about Harry all along. She didn't seem to mind all the romantic gestures when Harry did it. I'm not saying that Harry is the bad guy here. It's just….how do you compete with that? He's the Boy Who Lived. Any girl would want to be Harry's. He's a great guy. He's been a good friend of mine for a while. He wouldn't have done it to me on purpose. Some say that she had gone out with me to make him jealous…if that's true-
I'm not sure I want to talk about this anymore. I'm not Ginny's guy anymore that much is quite certain. I know that she dated Harry for a while and he broke up with her. Dumb git. I don't see why you would want to break up with someone like Ginny. I guess he doesn't seem to realize what he is giving up. A girl like Ginny doesn't come around everyday and he's just wasting time. If that's the way he's going to be then she deserves someone better. He shouldn't be so lucky. As for me and Ginny……I guess my luck ran out.
An: breathing This one wasn't easy at all. I didn't want Dean to be mean or funny about his. I honestly do feel sorry for the guy. Anyway, I hope you….enjoyed?….this chapter. More to come I promise.