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Chapter 3

Harry Potter's favorite Weasley is me. Ginny continued repeating the sentence over and over in her head. She frowned and sighed heavily before drawing the covers tightly over of her head.

She vividly recalled how she felt when the trio left after the wedding. How hurt she was that they never said anything, even a word of goodbye, before disappearing. She thought about Harry constantly and after the war she expected everything to go back to normal. But she was wrong. Harry never contacted her from St. Mungo's and when she visited him he'd hardly speak to her. Ginny could still remember how devastated she felt after he left for auror training a few days later.

However, when he finally returned he was the same Harry that she remembered. They laughed, joked, and talked like they did before the war. She patiently waited for him to ask her out again but he never did. Confident that he was over her and hurt with rejection for the second time, Ginny finally decided to move on. Although she didn't have Harry's love anymore she didn't want to lose their friendship sulking over it. In fact, one of her co-workers at St. Mungo's had been trying for weeks to set Ginny up with one of her friends. She finally agreed to it just a few days ago. Yes, life was going back to normal again.

Till today…

She groaned remembering how she fled from the kitchen. This was all Ron's fault the stupid git. With two words he managed to resurface painful old memories and feelings that she worked hard at getting over for the last few months. Images of Harry and her in fifth year had flashed into her mind as well as visions from nightmares she had after he left. Before she knew it, Ginny had found herself in bed under the covers inside the safety of her room.

She was determined not to go through all that pain again.

Immersed in her thoughts, Ginny didn't notice when her door opened. She froze when Harry called out her name. She cursed silently and after a long pause came out from underneath the blanket blushing.

"Are you alright?" he asked apprehensively.

Ginny nodded, looking away, embarrassed.

Harry frowned and nervously ran a hand through his messy hair.

"About what happened. I.."

"Stop."

Harry looked down at her dumbfounded.

"What?" he asked.

Ginny ignored him and quickly stood up. She could feel herself panicking again and wanted to get away from him.

"I'm gonna go make some pancakes. Hermione's probably full but maybe Ron'll like some too," she said half way to the door. Recovering quickly, Harry stepped in front, blocking her.

"You're still hungry, right? Don't worry, I'll make enough for all of us. They're not going to be as good as mum's but I can mix in some blueberries and.."

"I don't want pancakes. I want to talk," he said firmly.

"No," she replied, pushing Harry aside.

He grabbed her arm to keep her from fleeing.

"What do you mean, no?" he asked.

Ginny could feel tears start to well up in her eyes. She pulled away.

"I can't do this," she finally murmured.

Harry stared at her, his body numb from the shock of her words.

The room became quiet.

Satisfied that he wouldn't stand in her way anymore Ginny walked past him.

She had taken a few steps down the hall when Harry suddenly grabbed her again, pulling her back into the room. He slammed the door shut. Furious and in confusion, Ginny shoved him away and reached for the handle. Before she could turn it Harry seized her wrists, pinning her against the door with one hand grasping both arms securely above her head.

He looked down at her with determination, tilting her head up before leaning down.

A/N: Like a few of you mentioned in your comments I also thought it would be appropriate if this chapter was predominately in Ginny's pov. Albeit, it turned out a bit shorter than I had planned it's still longer than chapter 2 so technically I didn't lie in my last A/N. Hope you liked it.