I belong to you

Bill and Fleur just got married and it was a beautiful ceremony. Now, they were happily dancing to a romantic song in the middle of the stage staring lovingly into each other's eyes. At one point, all of this seemed adorable to Ginny but now watching people go all lovey-dovey to each other made her want to crawl under her bed and hide there for the rest of her life. The reason? A certain Mr. Potter who broke up with her to keep her safe.

Ginny snorted into her champagne flute. Sure, his worry seemed genuine and she understood him and everything about his noble streak but she couldn't help but be a little hurt by it all. Okay. Whom was she lying to? She was very hurt. Because she was a Weasley. A Blood Traitor. She was a target anyway. Harry or no Harry. Did Harry think she was not capable of taking care of herself or had he just wanted to get rid of her and used that reason as an excuse? The latter seemed to be more and more true and probable judging by his actions from the time he arrived at the Burrow. He would not talk to her, smile at her or even look at her. He was always cooped up in Ron's room with him and Hermione. And she felt like she was eleven again, with no friends and the golden trio leaving her out and not acknowledging her. It was the past two years that they slowly noticed her and let her into their group instead of being so secretive. And now they were back to block one. Even Hermione wouldn't talk to her except for tight smiles and half-hearted greetings now and then. She tried to talk to him, but all he did was awkwardly go away saying he needed something or the other.

She expected he would do something like that, but never in a billion dreams she thought he would so blatantly ignore her and seem so...fine and indifferent, when she was silently screaming, struggling and crying into her pillow at night while fighting off nightmares filled with Tom Riddle. And he seemed as though nothing had even happened between them. Even though she kept a strong mask on for her family she was slowly falling apart inside due to his indifference and his habit of not acknowledging her. And Tom Riddle's words seemed more and more true to her.

"Why would someone like Harry Potter even like a silly little girl like her? She was nothing to him. She was worthless."

She tried to deny his words, resist them and fight them off like the first time but she couldn't. Because they seemed so true. She knew she shouldn't fuss so much about a boy. A boy who paid her no attention. But she just couldn't help it. She loved him and her insecurities and the horrors of her past were getting the better of her, because even though Ginny Weasley seemed bold and confident and sassy, she was very insecure on the inside. She could still go back to being that small, frightened and vulnerable little eleven-year-old girl on the Chamber's cold floor with her life ebbing away from her.

And Harry's behavior towards her didn't help her either. There were times when she tried to be cold and nonchalant also but she just couldn't. Even though she would never admit it to anyone, she was whipped and utterly in love with him and couldn't get over him, no matter how many times she tried. Just as she thinks she's fine and doesn't need him, he comes and sweeps her off her feet making her fall for him all over again.

A sigh escaped her lips as she looked around the dance floor. There were many of Fleur's part veela, French cousins whom Harry danced with tonight. He even danced with Gabrielle but not her. He didn't even look at her for a moment. Maybe she was just being delusional, why would Harry even look at her when he had so many gorgeous blond hair, blue eyed witches with the most beautiful bodies throwing themselves at him? Maybe she was just a passing fancy, another ordinary ex of the boy-who-lived whom no one will remember.

Another sigh escaped her lips as she took a sip of her drink and played with the hem of her golden frock. It was a very pretty dress but she thought she just looked like a trophy in it. Dresses were really not her thing. She had been sitting in the very same corner for the past half an hour, drowning in her thoughts. She refused many offers to dance and just sat there looking wistfully at Harry and every girl he danced with hoping it was her.

She took another look at the dance floor, hoping to see him again but she didn't. Her eyes scanned the crowd to find a mop of messy black hair but she didn't. Frowning, she was about take another sip of her drink while still keeping her eyes glued to the dance floor.

'Looking for someone?' A deep voice startled her. His voice. She would recognize it anywhere. She slowly turned around in her seat to look at him. He stood there, looking as handsome as ever in his emerald green robes that matched his eyes with a small smirk playing on his lips and his eyes dancing with mirth and something else that she couldn't put a finger on.

'Huh?' was the only coherent thing she uttered as she was befuddled by him seeking her out. It was usually the other way round. He chuckled at her before extending his hand towards her for her to take. 'Dance with me.' he said. It wasn't a question; it was a command giving her no other options. She looked at his hand warily and then up back at him.

'I don't bite.' he said, as if sensing her trepidation. She took a deep breath before sliding her small, cold hand into his big, warm one. She instantly felt safe and comfortable. She allowed him to pull her up and lead her to the dance floor. They waltzed to a slow song in the far corner of the dance floor hidden in the shadows.

All the while she felt his gaze on her, he was staring intently at her while she kept her eyes solely on the floor. Why was he dancing with her now? Did he pity her? Were all those beautiful French girls not enough? Or did he just want to dance with every girl in the marquee?

She felt him tighten his hold on her waist and pull her flush against his torso. Only then, she lifted her gaze from the floor and stared questioningly at him and was shocked at how dark his eyes looked. He gazed at her for a moment, his eyes piercing into hers as if he was trying to read her soul before grabbing her arm and dragging her off the dance floor into the Burrow, into her room and locking the door behind him.

'Harry?' she asked tentatively. He suddenly, in one swift movement, grabbed her by the waist and pinned her to her bedroom wall by her wrists. She was beyond shocked by his actions. Was this man bipolar? One day he ignores her and next pins her against the wall. What was wrong with him?

'Harry! What the fuck are you doing?!' she exclaimed as she tried free herself from his grasp but no such luck.

'Quiet, Ginny. Let me speak. Let me get this out of my system before I leave. And I know you will run away and deny your feelings if I let you go now.'

'What could you possibly have to say to me Harry 'ignoring Ginny is my mission' Potter?! The number of times I tried to talk to you is more than my age! But, oh no! 'I have to do this...' 'I have to go to the loo...' 'I have to feed the chickens...see you around.' For fuck's sake, I know we broke up, but I thought we were at least friends but no! Ignoring me is your life's only goal when you're here! You won't even greet me, let alone speak to me! What did I ever do to you other than respecting your choices and -' she was cut off by Harry firmly planting his lips on hers. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers and she slightly gasped before she slowly melted into the kiss and kissed him back, closing her eyes.

After what seemed to be an eternity, they broke apart and stared into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. Chocolate brown met emerald green's gaze.

'What was that for?' she finally broke the silence, still slightly out of breath.

'I didn't know how to shut you up,' Started Harry.

'Oh, sorry.' she cast her eyes towards the floor and hung her head in shame while reprimanding herself for thinking that he would ever kiss her because he just liked her.

'But I thoroughly enjoyed it and missed kissing you...' he murmured.

'What do you want, Harry?' She asked 'Are you done ignoring me and hanging out with every other girl who came your way?'

'You don't beat around the bush, do you Gin?' he laughed before he got serious. She felt his cold fingers under her chin, pulling her face up to meet his gaze and her unwillingly met his.

'Look at me when I talk, Gin and don't even try to interrupt me, got it?' She slowly nodded not understanding where he was going with this. He took deep breath before speaking.

'Breaking up with you was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I know that while break ups people usually have full blown arguments and destroy their friendships along with their relationships but you weren't like that. I thought you would yell at me, scold me, try to persuade me to let me allow you to come with me but you did none of that. You were calm and understanding. Whether or not you liked my decision is out of the picture, what mattered to me the most was that you understood me and my reasons, you respected and accepted my decision despite it hurting you. And that was when I realized... that I-I loved you. You accept me, respect me and understand me like no one else does and I do the same for you. These feelings scared me, so I thought really hard about them in the Privet Drive and decided that I should distance myself from you and the feelings would automatically go away but they didn't.

From the time I've come to the Burrow, I know I've been cold, indifferent and a complete git. You've every right to be mad at me. I know you've been hurting from my behavior. Despite your strong mask, I can read you Ginny. I can read the feelings behind your distant eyes and I know that I'm the cause of the hurt behind your eyes and I'm sorry. So very sorry. Yesterday, Hermione told me that you were having nightmares and that she could see you twitching, screaming and crying in your sleep even if she couldn't hear you because of your silencing charms. I know that you've your insecurities because of Tom and that my behavior is only making you doubt yourself, so I wanted to tell you all of this because you should never doubt yourself, Gin. Never. On the contrary, to what you might think Ginny, I like you a lot, I care about you a lot and even though my actions suggested otherwise, you were and are always on my mind. You are my best source of comfort in this war Ginny. You are my ray of sunshine in this darkness. I don't know what I would do without you, I don't want you getting hurt because it will hurt me. I want to keep you safe in my arms away from all the evil but I can't. I know I'm being selfish, but I can't live without you. I need you. I love you. You are the only thing that keeps me going to fight this war, the hope that I can be with you without Voldemort breathing down my neck. Have a family with you and be happy with you. I know I tried to be with many girls, tried to distract myself from you, but nothing worked. My heart always comes back to you. Those girls may seem beautiful to everyone else, but to me they looked dull and boring. Their veela charms don't affect me, love potions don't work on me anymore and its because none of those work on people who are already in love and I'm in love with you, Gin.'

Ginny didn't know when the tears started flowing, but she couldn't stop them. So many emotions were coursing through her now. Happiness, relief, confusion and love...

'I-I love you, too Harry.' she finally muttered, giving him a watery smile before wiping her tears. 'B-but why are you telling me all of this now?' she asked

'I have been so caught up in the theory that I will die, or not make out of this war alive that I've completely ignored the possibility that I can win and make out of this war alive and when I do, I want to be with you. You're worth fighting for. You're worth living for.' He stated.

'And you're worth waiting for. And you will win, trust me.' She said

You really think so?'

'Definitely.'

'Hmm…' was all he muttered

'Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?' he asked in her ear making her close her eyes. She silently shook her head.

'Well, you look gorgeous and it is pure torture for me to keep my hands to myself and not stare at you. I love the way this dress hugs your curves. It's...sexy. Makes me want to ravish you right now, right here.' he whispered in her ear, his breath on her and she felt him lightly nip her ear lobe, making her bite her lip to hold back a moan.

'You look good enough to eat, Ginevra...' he said huskily while he peppered her face and neck with small butterfly kisses.

'Harry... you're killing me...' she gasped as he sucked on her neck and she felt him smirk against it before his lips were on hers. He thoroughly snogged her for a good few minutes before he pulled away and stared lovingly at her.

'I need to go, but I will come back to you. My heart is yours and I belong to you.' he stated firmly before giving her one last peck and heading out of her room leaving her dazed, happy and hopeful.

~End~

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