Title: Normalcy
Pairing: Harry/Ginny…. and of course some Harry/Snape too :)
A/N: This is my first partial Het pairing fic! How wonderful :) Well, read and review but most of all enjoy!
Cheers,
Teagan
"…don't kid yourself by thinking you're better than everyone else." Harry glared at the red headed witch with cold eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny shrugged and pushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Figure it out." Harry growled with frustration but said nothing.
"Typical." Ginny muttered.
Harry blinked, "What?"
Ginny licked her finger and turned a page in the Daily Prophet. "Nothing dear…"
"Don't call me that."
Ginny rolled her eyes and the day began. It had been a strange occurrence of fights and scratches for some time now. Most times it was for no apparent reasons, and sometimes it was because Harry was unreliable.
But he didn't feel bad either way.
"I told you I'm not ready to settle." Harry snapped as he pulled Ginny into the Weasley kitchen. She laughed and tossed back the rest of her drink. "So?" she asked seeming to not have a care in the world…and also to be very drunk. "So don't fucking sit there talking to your mother about our wedding!" Harry shouted. Ginny laughed and kissed Harry's neck with moist lips.
"Calm down…"
Harry stomped Ginny's foot and she pushed herself away from him.
"Why do you have to ruin everything?" She asked.
"I'm not ready to…"
"Settle!" Ginny finished. "I know okay? Just shut up and play happy for my mum and dad for once, okay? God…" Ginny pushed past Harry and he glared in her direction. Her dress was far too tight for his liking, but what looks she got from order members didn't concern him these days. In fact, he could careless what other men wanted her hand or any other part of her.
Ginny yawned.
"Mum wants us to come by the order house for dinner. It'll be the family plus Remus, Tonks and Kingsley I think…." Ginny paused. "Maybe Snape too." She muttered under her breath. Harry didn't look up from his cup of coffee. "Well?" she asked. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Whatever."
Ginny stood up roughly causing the table to move, spilling the coffee Harry had poured earlier. Harry pushed his chair back and left the cup and spill to her.
"Clean it up Harry! For god sakes, are you useless!" she snapped.
Harry laughed and walked past her out into their small flat. Ginny followed looking clearly pissed. "Clean it up!" she shouted. Harry turned and shook his finger at her, "Ginny, please go up stairs and pull that wand out of your arse so I don't have to listen to your fucking mouth all day long!"
Ginny's eyes filled with tears and she pushed past him towards the bathroom slamming the door. Harry heard the water turn on. It was a typical moment. She was crying in the bathroom with the faucet on, thinking it disguised the sound her sobbing. But it didn't. A few months ago Harry would have sat by the door apologizing, trying to get her to come out; but now….Harry couldn't careless.
"Ginny…" Harry whispered his back pressed against the hard wood of the locked bathroom door. "What!" she snapped angrily. The water must have been shut off for once so Harry could hear her continued sobbing and feel his stomach sinking. "I'm sorry I yelled…it's just…hard working with everyone...the war; you know." Ginny sobbed once more.
"Snape…you mean working with Snape."
Harry raised a brow, "No…Snape's okay."
Ginny sobbed even louder.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes as the sound of running water filled his ears with familiar calmness.
"Oh, we're so glad you two decided to come!" Molly squealed when they entered later that night. "We wouldn't not come mum, Sheesh." Ginny kissed her mother's cheek and stood next to her helping finish the undone dinner rolls. "Harry!" Lupin said motioning for him to come out into the dinning area. Harry went and smiled as the older wizard pulled him into a hug.
"How've you been?" Lupin asked. Harry shrugged, "Fine." He smiled, "…and Ginny and you?" he asked. Harry said nothing for a moment. "We're good." He said. Lupin chuckled, "That's good to hear." Harry found himself looking over Lupin's shoulder, and as if time could read minds, Snape entered the Order house. He was with Kingsley, they both looked tired, but Kingsley's face at least held a warm smile.
Snape's held…indifference. Harry felt his face become warm. Snape's eyes caught his and nothing happened.
"Harry." Ginny said standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Harry turned and saw her worried gazed. He gulped and smiled; she smiled too and walked back into the kitchen. When Harry turned back around Snape was standing by himself with his arms crossed looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there.
"You look like your having fun." Harry said approaching the older man. Snape glared at his once student but said nothing. "…but I suppose we don't do this for fun…" Harry muttered. Snape raised a brow. "Do what for fun Mr. Potter?" Harry swallowed, "We don't come here cause we want too Snape…admit it. We come here so people will stop asking what's happened to us. " Snape snorted, "Maybe Potter."
Harry smiled and looked up at the older man, once more feeling like a child.
"The way he looks at you sometimes…" Ginny said one hot summer day as they sat outside at Hogwarts, wearing too little clothing, basking in the sun. "…and who wears those sorts of robes in summer?" Ginny whispered as they watched the Potions master make his way across the field.
Harry said nothing and instead watched the way his robes flowed behind him. Even in the heat…even after all those years of being equal; Harry felt he was still inferior.
"….and where's your mistress?" Snape asked looking at anything but Harry. Harry was caught off guard and found himself stumbling over words. "…she's…I mean we're…and…" Ginny appeared in the doorway again, and this time made her way towards the pair. "We're not in love." Harry spat out. Snape turned his gaze and their eyes finally met.
"Hello Professor." Ginny said wrapping her smaller arm in Harry's. Snape nodded and walked away. Ginny bit her lip and pulled Harry towards the kitchen. "What?" Harry snapped. "I just need some help…" Ginny said cutely as Mr. Weasley turned to see what Harry's harsh tone was all about. Harry smiled and followed along as he was pulled.
When the kitchen door closed there was silence. Harry said nothing as Ginny stood with her back to him, shoulders heaving as she took in breath after breath. "Do you have to talk to him?" she asked. Harry said nothing. "…I just….he's always looking at you so…."
"Ginny…."
She spun around, her eyes wild with anger. "Don't." she hissed. "…don't dare act like you even care what I'm going to say. Just admit it! Admit you want us done and over with!" she snapped. Harry said nothing. "It was just one night…it was…I was…"
"Drunk; so you've said." She crossed her arms. "I was…I was drunk and he was…"
"Not a woman."
Harry glared, "Fuck you." Ginny rolled her eyes. "I don't want to be done." Harry told her. She sighed, "We're not in love." Harry said nothing. The words stung even though they were exactly the truth. Snape….he wasn't…Ginny. But Ginny certainly wasn't anything he wanted anymore.
"Shouldn't you be dancing?" Snape asked Harry who stood outside smoking. The cold air made Harry shiver and he took once last drag. Harry rolled his eyes and finally threw the smoke on the ground. "No…well…I guess I could be. But that doesn't mean I should be." Snape walked forward until they stood side by side.
"It's over you know…you don't have to hate me anymore." Harry muttered shoving his hands into his pockets. Snape shook his head. "Finally…" Snape muttered coldly.
"I can dance though. "
Snape looked at the younger man seeming almost amused. "Can you?" he asked. Harry nodded. "It's not too hard; I mean it's about the same as flying. If you can ride a broom you can dance." Snape raised a brow, "If only that made sense…" he muttered not directly to Harry. Harry shook his head, "No really. The movements, the spins, the feeling; it's the same in dancing and flying." Harry found himself holding a dancing stance, one hand on an imaginary waist and the other holding a hand that wasn't there.
"I'll admit they hardly look alike, but they go hand in hand." Harry twirled his imaginary partner and then bowed to the air. Snape seemed to be in shook, staring at the younger wizard as if he were out of his mind.
Harry sighed, "Oh come here Snape…"
Harry pulled the older man towards him like it was nothing. "With a woman…you put one hand on the waist and hold the other. But don't squeeze to hard, just hold lightly. I always make sure our palms never touch. It gets sweaty, you know…" Snape snorted and froze when Harry's hand landed on his hip.
"I'm not a woman Potter." He told him. Harry gulped and looked up. Their hands were held in air; palm to palm. "Ginny…she always hated dancing. Weird right? Most girls like that sort of thing…"
Snape said nothing for a moment.
"Most in love do." Snape said finally. Harry looked at their feet. He shook his head and took his hand off Snape's waist. Before he could get to far away however, he was pulled back into place. They were dancing. Harry couldn't help but laugh aloud. "You can dance…" Snape smirked and looked beyond his gaze. "…and fly." He mumbled to himself.
Harry smiled and Snape's eye glinted; he pushed Harry out and pulled him sharply back into his arms. But Harry stumbled and slammed into the older man quite hard. Snape seemed speechless for a second and neither said a word. "…wouldn't it be wonderful if everything was as easy as this?" Harry whispered looking up at Snape.
Somehow their mouths found one another and it was unlike any kiss Harry and Ginny had ever shared. In the back of his mind he heard the clicking of heels. Snape pulled away and they both turned to see Ginny looking as pale as a ghost. She raised a hand to cover her mouth and ran as the tears began to fall. Harry pulled completely out of Snape's arms, "Ginny!" he shouted running in her direction. He stopped and turned to see Snape with his arms crossed looking at the sky.
Ginny walked out of the kitchen, still looking obviously upset. Harry followed soon after and found that everyone's eyes were on him. He left the Order House never looking back.
"…Ginny…when did things change?" Harry asked as they lay outside in the snow that fell so perfectly in the winter moonlight. Ginny turned towards him, "Long before we'd admit it, that's for sure." Harry nodded and folded his hands over his stomach.
"I can't tell mum and dad…just not yet. They just lost Ron…things have to be normal; just for a little while." Harry turned his head towards hers.
"Okay." Harry said pushing forward a smile. They laid for a moment longer in the snow, until the moon ran to hide behind clouds in the night sky. Harry thought of dancing, flying and something that seemed could be love.
-Fin- for now
…I haven't decided yet, but I think I might make this into a mini series…or maybe I'll just write a sequel about Snape and Harry. Let me know what you think :)