Nice? NICE?

I am such a bloody idiot. I couldn't possibly have said anything more stupid than that,
Obviously both Hermione and Ron had expected a quite different response from me,
and the evening went by without any major disturbances, thankfully.

That night, when Hermione and I lay in our bed I didn't even want to think about Harry or what I'd said.

Imagine how buggered I got when Hermione carefully cleared her throat and said:

"I actuallythought you would tell Harry tonight."

I sighed.

"Yeah well, I'm just not ready, alright? Now could you please sod off."

That shut her up, and after a while I heard her drifting off. But I didn't manage to
before the sun already had begun to shine in on us.

"Hermiones Super Special Oatmeal coming right up!" Hermione shrieked happily and quickly went
for the stove.

"Thanks babe," Ron grinned, if even with a small grimace on his freckled face.

"What's it?" I asked, concerned.

He continued to look innocently at Hermione cooking but mumbled at me.

"'T's hrrble."

I frowned.

"Huh? What'd you say?"

Ron rolled his eyes and replied, a teensy bit louder this time.

"It's hrrble."

"What?" I still couldn't catch it.

"It's horrible, for Merlins sake!" he exclaimed wildly. Suddenly I got it. Hermione, on the other hand, did not.

"What's horrible, darling?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh," Ron said, panicking and clearly trying to come up with something. "Uh. The weather. Yes, the weather! It's dreadful, really."

Hermione frowned.

"What do you suddenly have against sunlight?"

Ron coughed, I reckon to save time.

"Well, it's just so... bright." I finished lamely for him. He glared at me menacingly and I shrugged.

Hermione seemed to buy that, and turned to her oatmeal once again. Just then I saw a certain emerald-eyed hunk strutting into the kitchen and slumping down on a chair. His raven hair was the messiest I'd ever seen it and he looked altogether dreadful. Although, extremely sexy.

"Morning all," he said, yawning as he did.

Hermione turned around and immediately adopted a look of concern towards Harry.

"You look tired."

"Rough night," Harry shrugged it off. "Breakfast?"

"On its way!" Hermione smiled and continued cooking once again.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Oatmeal," Ron answered quickly, and Harrys eyes got wide.

"Really, how great," he replied with just a hint of fear in his voice.

I didn't really understand it, after all Hermione was one of the brightest witches ever applying to Hogwarts, why wouldn't she be able to make simple oatmeal? I quickly realised that my big mistake was mixing intelligence with cooking ability. Clearly not the same thing. And mind you,I learned it the hard way.

After that horrible breakfast we decided that it was time for quidditch. Even Hermione joined in, after some incredible persuation from my dear brother, clearly involving his lips in some way. I shudder to think about it.

The teams was me and Ron against Harry and Hermione. Piece of cake. Hermione on a broom was like the giant squid on land. Except perhaps less squishy.

After a half an hour of intense play, I got the quaffle and went for the hoops with Hermione after me.
But somehow I managed to get my broom in a strange wind and flew off of it, straight into the air.

Just as I thought that to be my last moment, I landed on something soft. No, not 'something', 'someone'. I was lying in Harrys arms. Completely awed by the fact that he'd just saved my life for the second time yet, I kissed him. He didn't respond at first, but when he did I gasped.

His lips gently touched mine and I pressed against him in an effort to hurry him up a bit. So he licked my upper lip slowly, begging for entrance, and when he got it... let's just say he took full advantage of it. Until he realised what he was doing, obviously.

"Oh no," he gasped, letting my mouth go instantly. "I'm so sorry Ginny. You shouldn't have to -"

I didn't hear the rest of his statement as he was beginning to babble and I was still a bit light headed from the intensity of the kiss. The only words I could catch was 'git', 'feeling guilty', 'regret later'. At this point I couldn't take anymore.

"Get me down," I said coolly, and snapping out of his ramble mood he did so, and as soon as my feet had hit the ground I was in a sprint with my room as destination. As I heard some strange noices coming from the broom shed, I stated that my brother and my friend hadn't noticed anything that had just happened.

While I lay on my bed, I really couldn't stop the tears that threatened to fall.

How could he! We kissed! It had been the most beautiful moment of my whole life, how could he not have felt it too? It was obvious he thought I was a git, he felt guilty to even touch my repulsive selfand he would regret it later.

This realisation hit me hard, and made my cry even more.

So I came to this conclusion today: men are jerks.

But then again,didn't we all already know that?

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