'Ginny…Hi!' Harry said, still bright red in the face. He gazed into her eyes. She genuinely looked shocked to see him there. Surely she expected him?
'Hiya Harry' she said somewhat gloomy and turned her gaze to the floor. 'So…been up to anything nice?'
That was a stupid question thought harry, been up to anything nice? I've been at the Dursleys!
'No, not really. You?'
'Hmm'
Hermione and Ron gave each other a suppressed look. Trying not to look like they were too interested in the minor conversation, Hermione reached behind her and grabbed the latest Daily Prophet from the kitchen side, and opened it at a random page. Ron carried on starring randomly at the ceiling
'Listen…Ginny...I'
'There is no need to say anything, I told you last term. I understand completely' and with that she retreated from whence she came and back up the stairs.
Harry, who had been sitting at the edge of his seat during the ordeal, rested backward in his chair and sighed. What on earth am I going to do? He thought to himself.
It seemed like hours before anything happened, but as this was the Weasley home, silence couldn't linger forever. With an all mighty whoosh, green flames erupted from the opposite side of the room from where the 3 teenagers sat and soon afterwards, two flaming red-haired boys (or Men as they liked to call themselves) can swooping into the kitchen. Fred and George Weasley, the twin brothers of Ron.
'Hey guys! Wassup?' Fred asked cheerfully
'Oh bee in their bonnets I see' said George after a careful glance over their faces. Clearly, Harry thought, they wanted life to continue despite what had been going on. And in a way he admired that.
'Oh come on being gloomy like this isn't going to get anyone very far!' Fred said as he walked over to Harry and pulled him up of his chair by the scruff of his neck
'Hey what are you doing?' Ron yelped, clearly having the same done to him by the other twin
'Taking you out to play Quidditch of course, moping around isn't going to get you anywhere!'
How could they say no to that? Harry and Ron grabbed their broomsticks and followed swiftly to the front door. Hermione grabbed a few books (a usual occurrence on Hermione's behalf as she didn't like flying that much) and followed Fred and George to the area covered in trees to play a short 2 on 2 Quidditch whilst Hermione sat under a shrub reading 'A wand through time'.
This was what it was all about thought harry. Quidditch could take his mind of anything. Any troubles that happened to be going around in his head came second place after concentrating on flying on his Firebolt.
After about 2 hours, the boys' hands were becoming numb ('These rubbish brooms might give us splinters if we don't rest now!' exclaimed Fred) so they all touched down (some more softly than others) back down to the slowly dying grass, beside Hermione and the shrub.
'About time! My eyes were really beginning to hurt after all that squinting!'
'Can't blame a couple of guys for having a bit of….' Harry tailed of as he turned his head slightly passed Hermione and noticed Ginny appear around an old oak. Soon everyone else noticed he was staring at something and turned to follow his gaze. Ginny went red.
'Harry…Can we talk?'
Harry caught Hermione and Ron's eyes, both gave an encouraging nod and he turned back to Ginny.
'Yeah sure' He thrusted his Firebolt into George's arms and paced past the shrub over to Ginny, whose flaming red hair was gleaming in the sunlight.
As soon as he reached her, Ginny grabbed hold of his hand and led him deeper into the surrounding trees. Soon they reached a clearing. At first Ginny took her hand away from Harry's and became more interested in a scurrying squirrel running towards a tree. After about a minute or so she slowly brought her head up to face Harry, who had been gazing into her face and was startled with a jump.'
'Listen Harry this might seem stupid but...how are you?'
Harry gave a befuddled face. Soon realising this he quickly changed his expression and thought of an answer.
'I'm OK, coping if that's what you mean'
'Why for some reason do I not believe you?'
Now Harry was really confused ' I'm fine honestly, you don't have to worry about me'
Ginny turned away from Harry and walked towards a stray log opposite them and sat down putting her hands in her face and began to cry. Harry, who didn't have a clue what to do next, just followed his instincts and ran over to Ginny, sat himself down and put his arm around her.
'What's wrong?'
'I know you say, "don't worry about me" but I do! I can't help it! You far too special to me to let go! I can't just let you go out there! I can't!'
She put her hands back into her hands and began to sob once more. To Harry, this came across as a bit of a shock because he always considered Ginny as a very strong person.
'I will never leave you. Not ever' he finally said and without any warning, put his finger under her chin, guided her face to face his, and kissed her softly on her lips.