Wonderwoman
Harry looked at Ginny, even though he was fine with his mother's journal now, he just couldn't help but have Ginny do her little "counseling sessions". She was great to have around. She smiled, she talked, she was intelligent, she…walked. She was everything.
Ginny knew that Harry could survive without her explaining every little thing about those entries. From why girls made big deals about things that seemed very small, to 'why would anyone put purple highlights in their hair?' She knew that he just loved having her around. He didn't look at her like he was learning something about girls he looked at her like she was something really special, like she was…Wonderwoman. No not Wonderwoman, an angel. She was divine. With Wonderwoman's superhuman powers making Harry go googly-eyed when she walked in the room. For heaven's sake he would be dying of…something when she would just walk by.
Harry Knew this. He enjoyed it. He liked having a girl know he liked her. With Cho, he had a crush and she really didn't even know. And then she got a boyfriend. Even though she didn't know it, Cho broke his heart. 'Cedric, Cedric Diggory.' He could still hear her say it. It didn't break his heart anymore. He could flirt with Ginny, and almost Guarantee that she would flirt back. His heart fluttered more with Ginny around then EVER with Cho.
So now when he looked at her, he didn't see Ron's little sister, he saw her. He saw the girl who made him feel like a million galleons. And now. Harry saw his mother. He looked at Ginny and he felt like he was with Lily. Learning about Lily with Ginny made him view Ginny differently. But this was almost a bad thing in some cases. Lily did not seem like his mother. She was Ginny. Ginny was Lily. Harry couldn't stand it.
"Er, Ginny?"
"Huh?"
"Have you noticed that we are a bit different after being together everyday? I mean, we are closer then before. You are not Ron's sister any more. Oh. Well you are, but, I mean when I see you I see…"
"Lily." Interrupted Ginny, suddenly looking up from the journal. "I expected that." Harry was taken aback by the quick reply. "We even look the same from people who describe her. I don't think Hermione would have suddenly turned into Lily, you know her very well. So now when you read this I am sure you imagine me saying this, doing that, having a different personality."
"Er, right." Harry shook his head. "The point of that was to explain this, Ginny, Would you like to be my girlfriend? I would like to also know you like you are. If that helps."
Ginny shifted in the place she was sitting. "I will get back to you." She stood up suddenly and walked to the door. "I need to go." She brusquely shut the door and her heard her run up the stairs to her bedroom.
What was that all about?
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Ginny fell on her bed. She wanted to yell, "Yes!" at the top of her lungs. But she couldn't. Something was holding her back. She wanted to let Harry know what she is really like. She wanted Harry to know what she was like ever since she was 10! Why couldn't she just say yes?
Ron.
She hated how Ron acted when she got a new boyfriend. He was always a bit hostile to the lucky boy. She didn't know if anything could stop their friendship. But if this did, she wouldn't forgive herself. Ever since her last boyfriend Ron had been over protective, so that would also stop Harry from knowing Ginny. People are different alone rather than with groups of people.
She stared at the ceiling. Harry potter could be her boyfriend. And Ron wasn't the only thing stopping her. Ron would NOT ordinarily be an obstacle. Ron was her stupid big brother who did not understand was only got in the way. he was not the reason, she couldn't believe she even thought he was for a minute.She was stopping herself. But she didn't even know why.
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Harry didn't get it. They were getting along great. He thought that maybe they were ready. The only thing he knew is that he needed to get out of Ron's room (Ron was out de-gnoming the Garden) and do something with himself. He needed to fly. He hadn't gotten out to fly on his broom in a long time, and normally when something was bothering him he would fly to calm his nerves. It made him feel, like nothing, not even his problems could catch him. He was unstoppable if he was on his broom.
With that in mind he grabbed his firebolt and walked downstairs. Mrs. Weasley was already working on the family's dinner. Harry could hear her humming a song that he recognized by a new witch singer "Esmerelda Vine". He slipped out of the kitchen and stepped into the garden. Ron was swinging a gnome around above his head. Harry could hear the gnome squealing. So before Ron would turn to catch another gnome Harry mounted his broom and zoomed off into the air and to a field where Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny would play Quidditch.
It was great to feel the wind running through his hair. He loved the rush. How could Hermione not like flying? She didn't have to fly very high. She could stay near the ground.
But Harry didn't care about Hermione's flying fear at the moment. He cared about Ginny. He wished so bad that she would look out her window and see him flying alone then join him. But she wouldn't. He knew she wouldn't. To get and answer he would have to wait, maybe days, maybe just hours. But he would have to wait. He would have to wait for Wonderwoman to come and save him.
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Ginny heard Harry leave the house and go to fly. She watched him out her Window. He wasn't doing any fancy flying. He was just doing large circles a little above the clearing. She could tell he was frustrated. She loved to see him be a mess like that. It was hansom. He was so cute when he was stressed, happy, angry, and in Love.
She giggled. Ginny loved the way Harry would look at her. He would stare at her, like she was the only thing in the world. Like she was the most interesting thing. But he was also searching her, trying to figure her out.
Harry flew down into the clearing so she couldn't see him anymore. She knew he was landing so he could walk back to the burrow rather than fly. Ginny had learned about Harry over their talks. She thought about how Harry saw her. Then she realized why she couldn't answer Harry.
Although she hated not being Ginny to him, she loved being Lily. Being the missing link. Being something any other girl could never be. Not Cho, Not Hermione, not her mother who saw Harry as her seventh son. Ginny liked it, and she didn't want that to stop.
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Sorry for the short update after a long time. I know it is kind of disappointing. So here is why I took lo long. I have been procrastinating between homework things. And when I finally decided to do it. I found out that I was going to Mexico for a week, 2 ½ hours before I did. So I couldn't exactly update while I was in a different country. So I am sorry I took forever. Forgive me. Review. Send me nasty reviews and make me feel guilty if you have to. Just review.
