Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter/Wizarding World. They were all created by the genius that is J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who's reading tonight might possibly warrant two chapters we'll have to see after all I'm blowing off doing homework to work on this right now…hehe. To mishi gohiku A coup de tate possibly but I wouldn't hold your breath for the three some it doesn't really fit how I see the characters, sorry. I hope that doesn't disappoint you.
Chapter 30: Self Pity
Viktor was out of ideas, it had been almost a day and a half and Ginny still hadn't moved out of the window seat. She'd planted herself there after he'd brought her to his flat and stayed with her knees pulled up against her chest her arms wrapped around them. She stared out over the city her forehead pressed against the glass. At first he thought that she might have gone catatonic, he was worried about her. She had yet to eat anything and she was starting to look rather pale. The only acknowledgement she'd give him was to answer that she was fine, whenever he asked her questions. He knew she was going through a great shock and she probably should be with her people, not a dumb guy like himself. Still he wasn't going to let her waste away on his watch, she had a whole family of insane brothers and Harry Potter looking after her. He wasn't willing to cross wands with any of them, he respected them too much. After nearly an hour in the kitchen, several attempts at making her tea, he finally emerged and set down in front of her on the window seat. He held a small tray with a sandwich and a bowl of soup along with the tea. "You must eat something." He said the tray sitting on his lap.
"I'm fine." She said not looking at him.
"You are not fine, you have not moved since I brought you here." Viktor snapped causing Ginny to jump. "You have yet to eat anything."
Ginny jumped and looked at him. "I don't want to eat and I didn't ask you to bring me here."
"Vould you have rather I left you to die like your boyfriend?" he asked his eyes narrowed in on her. "I thought you to be much stronger than that."
She narrowed her eyes glaring at him. "You don't know me you don't know anything about me. What would you know about people dying? You've had everything you ever wanted you bloody stupid git!"
"No I vouldn't know anything about that vould I?" he snapped his face turning red in anger. "You think you're the only person who could understand vhat it is like to lose someone. I have lost everyone in my family, Ginny, everyone! Bulgaria is a far cry from England, there are constantly Dark-Vizards trying to take over, Grindelvald vas but the first of many vying for power. By the time I vas 14 I vas the only one in my family left alive. Let's not forget that Cedric vas also my friend. I may not have yet to bury a lover but that doesn't mean that I know nothing of vhat loss is and vhat it does and how it feels."
Ginny opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. She was ashamed of herself. In her own grief she's alienated the person who had taken it unto himself to make sure that she was alright. She'd thrown herself a pity party and wallowed in it. "Viktor I'm sorry." She said looking up at him.
"I am vorried about you Ginny." He said sincerely.
"He wasn't my lover." She said her cheeks turning pink.
"Did you love him?" he asked.
She nodded, "But not as much as he loved me, and he knew that."
"And you feel guilty that he is dead and you are alive." Viktor said sitting the tray he'd been holding on the small end table beside of her.
"Yes." She said softly her soul was crying but her eyes were dry. Since Dean's death she'd done nothing but cry she was out of tears.
Viktor cupped her chin in his hand. "I am sure he knew how you felt for him. I think he vould be disappointed to know that he gave you his life, you are vasting it sitting around and veeping for him. You are much stronger than this pathetic thing you are turning into."
"Thank you." Ginny said looking up at him at him her heart pounding in her breast. She knew that she shouldn't be feeling this way for someone else so soon after Dean's death it was wrong. She couldn't seem to help it though.
"Drink your tea." He said handing her the cup which had cooled. Ginny smiled at him before taking a sip of the warm liquid it was all she could do not to spit it back into the cup. "Vell?" he asked.
"It's bloody aweful." She said with a bit of a laugh.
"Then you vill have to teach me to make it to your liking." He said.
"I will." She said looking up at him their eyes meeting.
