Chapter 2: How Could I Do This?
A/N: This story is written entirely in Ginny's POV, so by me saying "I" I really mean Ginny. I just like writing in 1st person…. enjoy! O yea…I'm not JKR, and I don't own anything in this story…
I don't even know how it happened. How one day, I could just through away the love of my life. It was in early June of this year. Four months after our two-year anniversary. A friend of ours, Hermione, took me out to the Leaky Cauldron, just her and me.
It was great, at first. We took a seat at the bar and ordered a pair or beers. Then things started bad. Mary started to flirt with a really gorgeous guy, leaving me with no one to talk to. I ordered another beer. Then another. By the time I finished it, I was starting to get a little tipsy.
That was when I heard a voice behind me. "How's it going?" he said. I turned around and saw a tall man with shaggy brown hair and electric blue eyes looking at me. All I could do was stare at him. He sat down at the bar beside me and we started talking. Actually, flirting. Then he ordered me another drink with "the works," whatever that was, I didn't really care. I gulped it down just to hear the mystery man ask, "Wanna go somewhere?"
"All right," I said, not thinking clearly. I suddenly began to see the man in a completely new light. He was no longer just someone to keep me company while Hermione was off with some guy; I was now very much attracted.
We left the bar, I didn't even think to tell Hermione I was leaving, and she was too preoccupied to see me. We started walking up the street, lord only knows where. I just remember waking up the next morning with an incredible hangover, in a bed that wasn't mine.
"Oh my God," I thought to myself. I turned over and tried to remember who was lying next to me, but the memory was gone. He was still sleeping, so I got up, grabbed my clothes off the floor, put them on and ran out the door.
When I got to the sidewalk, I realized that I was somewhere in the middle of London. I hailed a taxi and got in. "Kings Cross Station," I said, thankful I had some muggle money with me in case Hermione and me wanted to go shopping in London last night. No more than 10 minutes passed before I reached the train station. I paid the driver and got out.
I then hopped a train headed for Hogsmead and tried to sleep away my headache. I arrived home a couple of hours later. Honestly, I can't imagine living anyplace better. On the bottom floor, is the Three Broomsticks pub and there are apartments behind it, which is where we live. I walk into the pup to see Harry standing there talking to a wizard that must've just started working there, because I hadn't seen him before. He saw me.
"Ginny!" he said as he ran up to me. "I was so worried, where have you been?"
"Let's go to our apartment," I said starring into his bright, green eyes. He held my hand as we walked through a back door and down the hall. I had to try so hard to keep myself from crying. We entered our apartment and I immediately sat on the couch. I could no longer keep it in. The tears streamed down my face and a look of utter surprise swept over Harry's.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry," were the only words I could say.
"What's going on? What is it Gin?" Harry asked, bewildered, but I couldn't say. He took a seat on the couch beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Ginny, where were you last night?"
"His house," I finally got enough courage to say before I started crying harder than ever.
"What? Whose house?" Harry asked, starting to sound angry, which by all means, he should be.
"I don't know his name," I sobbed. "He was at the bar." Then I told Harry everything. From how Hermione started flirting with a guy, to me getting wasted and waking up beside some guy I didn't even know. Throughout the story, Harry went from concerned to angry, to outraged.
"HOW?" he shouted, "How could you not be aware of what you were doing? How stupid could you be?"
"Harry," I tried, but he interrupted.
"Am I not good enough? Did you just get tired of me? What? Do you think that saying you're sorry is going to take back what you did? Newsflash Ginny, you can't take this back! You can't take back sex." I could tell by his voice how hurt Harry was and how betrayed he felt. I would feel the same way if the roles were switched.
He stood, and I sat, in silence for what seemed like forever. Neither one of us knew exactly what was supposed to happen next. But then Harry broke the silence. "What's going to happen?" he asked softly, I could barely hear him.
I honestly had no clue as to what either of us were going to do, so I just kept staring at the hardwood floor. I heard Harry walk across the floor and open the closet door. Looking up, I saw him get the suitcase out and walk into our bedroom with it. Minutes later, he emerged and stood in the doorway, looking me square in the eye. "Where are you going?" I asked him softly.
"Oliver's house," he replied. "At least until I figure out how I'm going to handle this. Oliver Wood played on Harry's Quidditch team, Puddlemere United. Harry helped him practice overtime many a time, and I suppose Harry figured that Oliver owed him one.
I sat on the couch and watched in silence as he packed the suitcase and went towards the door. Harry turned to fame me, my eyes red from crying. He had no smile on his face as he turned again and walked out the door and into the hallway.
To be continued…