This Thing Called Love Chapter Eight, a harry potter fanfic

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I know that this one will have a lot of mistakes… I have no beta. Hehehe.

I'm really sorry again for the wait. I'm not the healthiest person in the world. I am still getting better but the important thing is, I am better and I am getting better, not getting worse. LOL.

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As soon as I arrived at Remus Lupin's home, I walked directly to his study. I knew he'd be there since his bedtime is never earlier than one in the morning. He reads a lot and has a huge collection of books at home. He is one of the wisest, kindest and most considerate people that I have ever known.

'Hello,' I said, peeping through the door of Remus' study room. 'You're still awake?'

Remus looked up from the book that he was reading. 'Harry,' he said before taking a peek at the clock. He looked very intrigued considering the fact that it was 12:45 in the morning. 'Are you all right?'

I knew he was worried because it is very unlikely of me to just pop-in in the middle of the night.

'I'm going insane,' I breathed out. I was overwhelmed, confused, furious, terrified; I was in the state of panic. 'I don't know what to do anymore.'

Remus just looked at me and then he stood up before saying, 'You had a row with Ginny?'

I pushed my eyeglasses further up the bridge of my nose. 'These are new,' I said shakily, referring to the brown antique chairs. I then just stared at him before collapsing on the silky off-white couch, burying my face in my hands.

'What happened,' he asked again.

'She – left – me.' I was feeling very weak that instant that I sank even further on the couch.

'What did you do?' he asked calmly.

However, I was appalled by the question that it made me jumpy. 'Me? What did she do to me! I think that is the proper question.'

He then looked at the ceiling. 'What did she do to you?' he said, stressing the word she.

'Well, I perhaps did overreact but it wasn't my entire fault! She is to blame as well!' And then I looked up at him. 'I blew it. I don't know what happened to me. It just happened! I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop anymore - '

'Hmm?'

'I mean we were having a great evening. She looked beautiful. She looked gorgeous in that red dress and necklace - '

'Necklace?'

'You know the one that dad bought for mum for their anniversary? I gave it to her.'

'You gave it to her?'

'I wanted her to have it. Why? Is it wrong?' I wondered.

'Well, why didn't you give it to Hermione?' he tested.

With that, I got confused. 'Why would I give it to Hermione?'

'I don't know. Why did you give it to Ginny?' he asked.

'Well, Hermione is my friend.'

'And Ginny is not?'

'I would give Hermione one too but I only have one necklace and at that time, Ginny was the one that I saw everyday. And of course Ginny is my friend but - '

Excuses. Excuses. Excuses.

'But - 'Remus smiled a little bit and then said, 'And then what happened?' a great attempt to bring me back to earth.

'Coach asked me to come over to him so that I could meet the sponsors; but when I got back, I saw her talking to Creevey - '

'Creevey, Creevey – Ah! Creevey Camera Kid. OK then. Go on.'

'I was so excited to come back to her - '

'Excited?'

'Yes!' but then I corrected myself a little bit. 'Well not very much. But since she is my date that night – What I'm trying to say is, shouldn't she be dancing with me? Alone?'

I stood up and then began pacing back and forth while Remus sat down and began watching me. 'I didn't dance with anybody else!'

'Did she ask for your permission?'

'Well, yeah – No! Not- really – Well she smiled at me. Is that asking for my permission?' I wondered. 'And then when she smiled at me? I bloody nodded!'

Remus laughed. 'Powerful, isn't she?'

'Very much. I mean all she has to do is smile at me and then - '

'And then what Harry?'

'She could make me do stuffs that I don't even like!'

'Like allowing her to dance with stupid Colin,' he said.

'Exactly! It's like you're reading my mind, Remus.'

'I can't read you're mind. I'm just in the same boat as you,' he stood up and then walked towards me before ruffling my hair. 'Barbara has the same power over me. I'm in love with her you see.'

I became edgy and then proceeded with the rest of my story. 'I wanted to go to the bedroom and just rest but she stepped in front of me and wouldn't get out of the way. I didn't mean to – say those things,' I continued miserably. 'I didn't mean to - '

And then the calm Remus became serious, too serious for my liking that it began to scare me. You see, Remus is a very nice man but when angry – Oh, I don't even want to talk about it.

'What did you say Harry?' he asked slowly, looking very much alarmed. 'What exactly did you say?'

'Please don't make me say it again,' I pleaded. Now my eyes were becoming blurry because of all the water in it. I wiped it on my shirt. 'I didn't mean to yell at her.'

Remus just crossed his arms over his chest, looking even more serious. 'You disappoint me Harry.'

I felt even worse. 'Well being the bloody idiot that I was, I started giving her tantrums at the party. But how would she feel if I did to her what she had done to me?' I complained, trying my best to make it seem like my behaviour was completely justifiable; I needed to comfort myself.

'Well put yourself in my place. What if Barbara dances with another man will you not be upset?' I complained, still trying to defend myself. I wanted to be right so bad.

'As long as there's nothing going on between them it's quite fine and as long as she asks for my permission. It's just dancing. You dance with Hermione. Ron never gets upset.' He smiled a little, shaking his head. 'Harry, Harry, Harry.'

I closed my eyes and then buried my head on the couch, feeling very embarrassed.

'Do you - '

'I – am – not – feeling – this – way. This is not happening. I do not look at her that way - '

'Are you convincing me or yourself? Because either way, neither one's working,' he said again while massaging his temples.

'She is my younger sister…' I continued closing my eyes.

'And she isn't your sister. Harry, I knew this would happen. I told you that I'd talk to The Weasley's about this favour that they had asked you. It's not right that they put you on the spot like that. And it was really foolish of you and irresponsible of you to agree. If your parents were alive, I know that they'll agree with me. Oh James! Lily! Your son is giving me a migraine!'

I just bowed my head, tears starting to fill up my eyes again. I didn't even know why I was getting teary eyed. I didn't want to cry. But once again, I couldn't help it. I'm losing control again. I was good at this but it seems as if I've lost my ability to keep my composure.

'Are you certain that you are still doing this because of Ginny's illness? Are you sure that you can stop when they ask you to stop?' he continued, making me feel even more upset.

I just wanted him to shut up, but he wouldn't. 'Stop it,' I whispered. 'Stop it.'

I suddenly felt dizzy. Whether it was because my privacy was invaded, or whether it was because I was being barged with questions and this was my defense mechanism or whether it was because I was really feeling dizzy because of all the alcohol that I've had that night, I couldn't tell.

And then completely shocking me, he added sharply, 'You are insecure Harry because you know that there is nothing going on between you and Ginny but you want more. Admit it.'

'I'm - '

I looked at him and then started blinking my eyes really fast because as a matter of fact, no matter how much I deny it, what Remus is saying to me is true.

'I - ' I swallowed hard. 'I – didn't know – that – I'd – feel – this – way – about – her. I didn't know.'

Remus calmed down. 'It's not just saving Ginny's life that is involved here anymore. There's a great chance for emotions to be involved. And whether you like it or not, you have a connection with her and when you do finally get her pregnant, that baby will be the string that will connect you two? Did you think that everything will be normal after this? Did you honestly think that?'

'Harry, you are falling for her. But it's bad to be just hanging out there. You need security.'

Security?, I wondered.

'And what do you suggest that I do?' I snapped back at him.

'Tell her, silly,' said Remus, rolling his eyes. 'So that you know where you stand.'

'It's not that easy!' I protested, standing up. 'It's – not – that – easy.' I raised my eyebrows in wonder as I saw Remus muttering some words under his breath and then pointing his wand at the opaque antique flower vase, which glowed in bluish colour before briefly shaking. 'What are you doing?'

'Harry, come here boy.'

I did. He then grabbed my hand and then placed it on the vase and then before I knew it, we were at The Burrow.

'Damn it,' I said, panicking. 'This is not fair!' I didn't know what to do. I most certainly wasn't prepared for this.

And to make matters worse, Remus did the unexpected. 'Ginny! Harry wants to talk to you!' he shouted. He then looked at my horrified face. 'Be honest. Be a man, Harry. Just tell her how you feel,' were his last words, before apparating back to his home.

With Remus' loud voice, they obviously heard him and they of course knew that I am here. I nearly fainted. I wasn't ready for this. I felt trapped. There was no way to run. I am not ready for this. I cannot do this, not after saying all those horrible things to her – not after being a total slimeball – not after –

Suddenly, the door swung open and there I saw the greatest love of my life standing right in front of me; her expression, soft but blank.

I stared at her for a moment and then immediately looked down. 'Ginny,' I breathed out. 'I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say those things – I wasn't really myself you know. I'm - '

She snorted a little. 'I'm sorry too.'

Taken aback, I looked back at her. 'Don't be, it's my fault. I was a git. Please believe me that I never meant those things that I said awhile ago – Curse this bloody mouth for saying those things!'

She smiled and then looked sideways. I took a step closer to her when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came down the stairs.

'Harry? Ginny? What are you two doing out there? Close the door and come inside. It's freezing and it's late,' said Mr. Weasley while yawning. 'What are you two doing here this late hour? Good heavens! Do you know what time it is?'

But before we could say anything, Ginny ran to the washroom and then started throwing up. I immediately ran after her, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

I began massaging her back. 'Are you all right,' I asked worriedly, as I knelt beside her right next to the toilet. 'Ginny? Mr. and Mrs. Weasley! Ginny's not well!' But when I looked up to the couple they were beaming at the sight. 'Why are - '

'Harry,' greeted Mr. Weasley, putting his hand on my shoulders excitedly, with a huge grin on his face.

'I reckon you did it!' continued Mrs. Weasley, before enveloping me in a fierce hug.

'I – did – it,' I said slowly, blinking very fast. Before I could say anything more, Ginny looked up at me, wiping her mouth after gargling with water. She gave me a tiny smile.

'Lumosnox,' said Mrs. Weasley, pointing her wand at Ginny's belly, suddenly bright blue sparks came flying from the tip of Mrs. Weasley's wand. 'Ginny,' she whispered excitedly, almost in tears. 'You're pregnant.'

I gasped before looking at Ginny. 'You're pregnant?' I asked a tiny smile forming on my face at first but it grew bigger as the idea of Ginny's pregnancy sank in deeper into me.

She nodded. 'No sparks means no baby. Pink sparks means that it's a girl. And - '

'Blue sparks means that it's a boy,' I continued. I laughed excitedly, hugging her. I was so happy and, you know what? There are really no words to explain how I felt that very moment. I am going to be a father.

I am going to be a father.

I looked up at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and then said, 'She's pregnant,' while pointing at Ginny. I must have looked like an idiot but I didn't care. No one can take this moment away from me.

My son will have all the best things in life. He'll have everything that I never had. Nice toys, nice house, and most of all a loving mother and father. It was perfect. His cot, I wonder if they make it in the shape of a broomstick. If they don't, I suppose a quaffle will do. I've seen one at Hogsmeade. Oh clothes! Nice tiny clothes for the baby! Nice feeding bottles… a nice and big comfy chair where Ginny can sit in the Nursery. I wonder what colour the Nursery should be?

Ginny and I couldn't help but giggle. I then hugged her very tightly, but then stopped myself because I might squeeze the baby. I might squeeze my son. All was well and perfect when Mr. Weasley spoke.

'Ginny, you can stay here now and you wouldn't have to live away from home any longer,' he said kissing her daughter's forehead.

Suddenly, I was back to reality. It was as if I was soaring so high up in the air a moment ago and then suddenly loosing my grip and falling hard on the pavement. I looked at Ginny.

To my horror, she said, 'Yeah, dad. I finally get to live here again.'

'Ginny, I was wondering,' I interrupted but she cut me off.

'Mom, Dad, can you please leave me with Harry?'

They looked at each other and then said, 'Oh all right.' And then they went upstairs, leaving the two of us behind.

'So here it is. I'm already pregnant,' she said softly. 'You did your part and now I have to do my part. I'll have my things picked up by someone perhaps tomorrow.'

'Ginny, you - ' I stammered. I didn't like this idea at all. But I couldn't tell her for some reason. 'You can live at my house as long as you want, if you want to. I mean you don't have to move out.'

She looked at me straight in the eyes. 'Besides this is what we agreed upon. This is what you and my family agreed upon. After you get me pregnant, I'll leave you alone. I need to give you some space now. I mean you've given me way too much. I really owe you a lot. I think that – the least that I could do is to give you your life back. You know, before all this. Before me.'

'Ginny, I told you that I was sorry - '

'Besides you were right I guess. I may have misunderstood things but I just thought that maybe – you know – because I was starting – to – I was hoping that --'

'That what Ginny?' I asked.

'Nevermind,' she said, 'The bottom line is I was wrong.'

'With what?'

'It's better for me to –' she stammered, tears now streaming down her face. 'I have to come home, Harry. I have to do it now.'

But home is with me Ginny, I thought. Home is with me, you and the baby in it.

'We've been spending way too much time together. I think this is for the best,' she said again, tilting her head a little bit.

I just stared at her. I wanted to tell her that she is wrong, that we never needed any time apart, that I was sorry, that I will be in my best behaviour from now on, that I'll do whatever it is that she wants me to do, that I'll be good from now on, that I need her and the baby, that nothing else would make me happy than to have her and my son living with me – that I desperately wanted us to be a family, something that I've never really experienced in my life. This is something that I've always wanted. This is something that I'll gladly give up everything for, even Quidditch and all the millions that I've inherited from my parents.

Isn't fate funny? First my parents and now, Ginny and my son?

Although I managed to keep my composure as she stood there with tears streaming down her face with my thoughts racing in my mind, I still felt powerless. I wanted to tell her that I'm in love with her but instead I said, 'If that's really what you want.'

'It's the best for you. It's the least that I could do for you,' she whispered. 'Goodbye Harry.'

'Goodbye, Ginny.' I turned around and then walked out the door. She was about to close it when I stopped her. She just stared at me with her big chocolate brown eyes, wondering what I was going to do. And all I wanted to do was hug her, so I did. I then took out the Gringotts Key that is in my pocket and then gave it to her. Of course she protested, but I was persistent.

I cupped her face with my hand. 'Keep it,' I said, now with my voice breaking. 'Please give him anything he wants. If either one of you needs anything, please come to me.'

She nodded. And then slowly, I leaned down to give her one last kiss, savouring the moment, looking at every inch of her face, focusing on every freckle and remembering her fragrant scent. I never ever wanted this moment to end – but I had to let her go.

She wants me to let her go, I thought.

'I'll miss you Ginny Weasley. I'll really miss you, Ginny,' I said before storming out of the house. I felt like I couldn't see anything clearly even though the sun was about to shine outside; because for me I've never seen it as dark as it is right now. I apparated back to my home before crying myself to sleep.

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I know that this one will have a lot of mistakes… I have no beta. Hehehe.

I'm really sorry again for the wait. I'm not the healthiest person in the world. I am still getting better but the important thing is, I am better and I am getting better, not getting worse. LOL.

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