Chapter Two
Harry's POV
"Harry!" came Hermione's startled cry as I walked out of the Weasley's fireplace. She jumped onto me. "It's so good to see you!" she said.
"Wow, Hermione. You look so different!" I exclaimed, speaking the truth. "Hey, Harry." said Ron, hugging me as well.
"Hey guys. I missed you." I said.
"Hello there, Harry dear." said Molly Weasley, kissing me on both cheeks. "How have you been?"
"I've been good." I said, looking around nervously.
"Hi Harry." said a small voice. I whirled around to find Ginny standing in the corner of the room, looking down at her feet.
"Ginny!" I said. I walked over to give her a hug. "How've you been?"
"Fine…considering…" she said. I knew she was talking about Dumbledore's death.
"Come on, Fred and George got new brooms I can show you." said Ron, leading the way outside. Hermione followed close behind, and Ginny walked he slowest as we walked out into the blazing sun.
"It's pretty hot for August." Hermione exclaimed, shading her eyes with her hands.
"Yeah, but once you get on a broom, it'll be much better." said Ron.
"Oh, stop it Ron. You know I hate flying." said Hermione.
"Come on, Herms!" I said.
"Just try it, Hermione." said Ginny in a small voice.
Hermione and Ron walked over to the broom shed while I sat under a big tree. Ginny almost came with me, but she turned and followed her brother.
I sighed. I had messed up everything with her.
Hermione's POV
I looked into his eyes, and couldn't help looking away. He was so
handsome, so perfect, I didn't deserve him.
"Come on, Mione, just try it once. For me." he said, referring to the broomstick he was holding.
"But, I can't." I said, taking a step back from his fiery red hair.
"Yes you can! Hermione, you're a genius. I'm sure you can fly on a broomstick!" he said. Oh, how I wanted to melt right there!
"Don't let me fall!" I warned him, smiling. I mounted the broom, not putting all my weight on it.
"Relax, Mione. You're so tense." he said, rubbing my shoulders. I nearly fainted.
"Lunch!" called Mrs. Weasley.
"Would you look at that?" I laughed. I jumped off the broom and raced towards the house.
"Mione!" Ron yelled, running after me.
I laughed and ran into the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was waving her wand around as plates and cups placed themselves on the table.
"Something smells good!" I said, taking a seat. Ron came in and sat next to me.
"I almost got Mione to fly." he proudly announced. I laughed.
"Almost." I admitted.
Harry, Ginny, Fred, and George then walked in.
"Hey, mum." said the twins.
"Hello," said Mrs. Weasley, serving us our hotdogs.
We ate quickly and rushed upstairs to Ron's room.
"I haven't been here for a while." said Harry, throwing himself onto Ron's bed.
I smiled and sat next to him. Ron and Ginny sat on the floor.
Ginny was picking at the red nail polish on her nails. She looked sad.
"I think me and Gin need to have a little talk." I said. I grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her into her room and closed the door.
"Ginny, you're totally depressed!" I said.
"Thank you for stating the obvious." Ginny said coldly, lying down on her bed.
"Come on Gin, you can't go on like this! I know that Harry loves you, but the only reason he isn't with you is because he wants you to be safe!"
"The only time that I ever felt safe was when I was in his arms." Ginny said poetically. I sighed.
"If you miss him so much, talk to him. Let him know how you feel." Ginny sighed but nodded.
"You're right." She stood up and went back to Ron's room.
"Harry, can I talk to you for a second?"
Ginny's POV
From the moment he stepped foot in our house I realized everything had changed. He had a different look in his eyes, not from the old Harry. He seemed very sad, and very tired. He came over and hugged me, but it was a hug that meant nothing. Nothing at all. His eyes didn't sparkle the same way that they used to when he looked at me. There was a smile on his face but you could tell he wasn't too happy. He seemed anxious and uncomfortable. He wasn't acting normal. He wasn't being Harry.
"Harry, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked him, when Hermione finally helped me gather enough courage.
"Sure." he said. He stood up from Ron's bed and walked over to me. I led him back down to my room. We passed Hermione on the way; she gave me a small smile and squeezed my hand. Then she walked back to Ron's room.
I gently closed the door to my room and sat on my bed. Harry came and sat next to me.
"Ginny?" he said. I closed my eyes. I felt tears coming.
"I know you said," I started, feeling my lips trembling, "that you were breaking up with me because you wanted me to be safe."
"Gin—"
"But was that the only reason?" I felt his warm hand against my cheek and opened my eyes. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek, burning my face. He wiped it away.
"Don't cry Ginny." he said, pulling me into a hug. I hugged him back.
"You know I love you—I will always love you, and no reason but that would cause me to not be with you."
I silently sobbed into his chest. He stroked my hair and rubbed my back.
"Harry, this is where I belong." I sputtered. "Here, in your arms. This is where I am safe. And nowhere else."