Waiting for My Love by SClownzZzZz
Chapter Four: Another Cliché Title
Harry sat there on the couch, deep in thought, "Oh, why did Ron have to mention the Christmas party? It took me five sessions of therapy to get rid of those memories. Stupid BFF Ron."
Harry sighed before lying back down on the couch, "A good rest ought to erase those memories for good," Harry told himself and he drifted off to sleep.
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"Harry! Harry!" someone spoke, shaking him awake.
Harry groaned and placed his hand on his aching head. He pulled himself back onto the couch before taking a glance at who was there.
"Oh, hey Ginny," Harry spoke, his head still throbbing in pain.
"Umm, hey, is this a bad time?" Ginny asked, eyeing his crooked glasses.
"What?" Harry responded, "Oh no, I was just about to get up anyway."
"You weren't dreaming about him again, were you Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Who? Voldemort?" Harry replied.
"No, not you-know-who," Ginny spoke, "Draco."
Harry spits out his drink that he conveniently had in front of him for this occasion.
"Draco?!" Harry raised his voice in shock, "I, Harry Potter, dream about Draco?! That's absurd! That's uncalled for! That's completely false! How could you ever say such a thing?"
"Well, you told my whole family about it before the Christmas party last week," Ginny replied, "Don't you remember Harry?"
Harry blushed, "No, I don't remember that because it never happened!"
Harry crosses his arms and turns away from Ginny in disgust, "Now get out of here Ginny, before my true love arrives!"
"You mean Draco?" Ginny asked.
"No, not Draco!" Harry raised his voice even louder, "MY TRUE LOVE!!!"
After several deep breathing exercises Harry turned back around; Ginny was gone.
"That ought to show her," Harry spoke before taking a seat back on the couch.