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"Have a fun book signing."
"Oh yes, joy." Harry sarcastically replied as he left the flat. "They're so dull."
Chapter 7
After apologizing his literary agent, Max, for being late. Harry settled down for the obligatory reading of his book. The passage chosen was so familiar Harry did not need to look at the words on the page. He went through the motions reading to his fans and then later signing autographs. He knew he wasn't the friendliest author but he figured his agent said he needn't be. Max thought Harry could pull off the enigmatic young author well enough without many pleasantries. Harry just couldn't stand the crowds or the attention, but he knew it was part of the "job."
He was just nearing the end of his book signing when a pair of soft delicate hands placed a book in front of him. Before he could look up to greet the fan, he noticed the ring on her left hand. It was big on her finger even though it appeared she used tape to size it and it was silver with emeralds wrapped around a phoenix. It took his breath away. Because he knew that the ring had been his… and he knew who possessed the ring now. For what seemed an eternity but was only a few seconds, he stared at the hands in front of him. He didn't want to face her, but now he realized he had no choice.
The hands reached quickly to take the book away, mistaking Harry's hesitation for rejection. Harry reacted quickly and grabbed hold of her hand. Standing up just as quickly, he met her beautiful eyes and all else was forgotten. He walked away from the table with Ginny's hand still in his. Max began to protest but soon realized it was futile, he quickly thanked the remainder of Harry's fans and sent them on their way.
Harry led Ginny to the bookstore's backroom.
"Ginny."
"Harry."
Harry wanted to say so much. He felt so ashamed of the way he had treated her. He felt so stupid for waiting this long to see her again, she was beautiful. And she had come to him. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and apologize for everything. He had so much to say and didn't know where to begin. They stared at each other for such a long time, lost in the moment of just being together.
"I shouldn't of come." Ginny said softly, pulling her hand away. " I just…"
"No!" Harry realized how harsh his protest sounded and softened his voice, "I mean, I'm glad to see you, Ginny. I –" He began but was still stuck on the plethora of words he wanted to say.
Ginny sighed. "It's still too hard isn't it?"
"No, Ginny. The hardest part was being away from you."
Ginny's eyes widened. She had not expected Harry to be like this. She had only come because of her own curiosity. She had been foolish but when she had heard about J. H. Potter from Pansy Parkinson, no less and who he really was and that he would be here today signing books, she could not resist. Hiding behind a bookcase as he read his own words was amazing and she should have left it at that, she had been berating herself. But she had to see him. To see how he would look at her. Would the hate still be in his eyes? And now looking into his eyes, she wandered if she ever really saw hate at all. Was it possible, even after everything, he might still love her? As much as she loved him?
"Ginny – I've been so stupid. Oh my god. I can't believe what an idiot I've been." Harry rushed his words. "I am so sorry, Ginny for all the hurt I've caused you. It's so good to see you. You're beautiful."
Ginny blushed and looked down. "It's me Harry who should be sor-"
"No!" Harry interrupted, "Don't apologize. I was the wanker. I was sore you didn't tell me about…you know. But I should've never treated you that way. Do you know how hard it was to leave? Knowing everyday I wouldn't see you?"
"Then why did you leave?"
"I was so confused with everything and then…there was something else, something horrible. But I can't tell you now. The ministry. They took a part of me away. They… I want to tell you, Ginny. I want to tell you everything. But I can't not here. But I will. If you'll let me. Oh my god, Ginny, oh thank you. Thank you for being here. You're exactly what I have always needed. Please. Oh, Ginny, please forgive me." Harry said intensely. He was scared to death that she was just a dream or not real at all. Was his Ginny really standing in front of him? Would she ever be able to give him another chance? Was it even possible? Should he even dare to hope?
Ginny stared at him for an eternity, and did the only thing that made sense at that moment to do. She forgave him for every hurt he caused and she forgave herself for the guilt too. Deep relief rushed through her and she, in turn, rushed toward Harry enveloping him in a deep hug. "Harry."
"Ginny."
Then, like magic, they kissed.
And no everything wasn't perfect. They weren't perfect. But it was right. It was what was meant to be. Andit washard. Butit wasgood too. They were together and nothing else at that single moment of time could mean anything more.