A/N This is a nice chapter, you'll like this one! Thanks to reviewers:
SierraPotter: Yeah, Harry and Ginny had a bit of a moment there didn't they? And the Harry Hermione thing was supposed to just lighten the mood, be a bit funny perhaps?? It was also supposed to show how Harry still feels about Ginny, the nutter lol!
A Different Type of Passion
"Ginny! You hurry up or we're leaving without you!" Mrs Weasley shouted up the stairs.
"Give me a second!" Ginny shouted back down, running across the landing as she did so.
Mrs Weasley clicked her tongue and crossed her arms. It was two days after the incident with Hermione and they were getting ready to go and see Ron. They had seen him yesterday and were told that he could come home today; so they were going to get him.
"Mrs… Molly," Harry corrected himself at her stern look, "I'm not feeling too well. I might stay here and see Ron when he gets back."
"Oh he'd like that! To come home to his best friend. Yes, a splendid idea dear!" Mrs Weasley replied, adding, "Ah! Where is that girl?!" She looked around the kitchen in a mad rage and shouted up the stairs; "Right! We're going! See you later Ginny!"
And with that she disapparated out of the room. Hermione gave Harry a sarcastic worried look and did the same, leaving him on his own. He breathed in deeply at the sound of silence and rubbed the sides of his head to sooth his headache, but it did him no good. He wandered slowly into the living room and laid down on the longest sofa.
Five minutes later he heard banging footsteps coming down the stairs and looked out of the open door into the kitchen. Sure enough, he saw Ginny standing, looking very frustrated. She let out a small growl and poised her fingers to disapparate.
"They've already gone," Harry said from the living room.
Ginny leaped from the spot and turned to face him.
"Oh, what are you doing here?" She asked, walking towards him.
"I have a blinding headache!" He said, pointing to his temple.
"Oh, you poor thing," She replied sarcastically, but Harry knew it was only a joke.
"Look, Gin, can I just say something?" Harry asked, but he didn't wait for a reply as he went on, "I know this isn't a good time but I wanted to say thanks for the other day. When you didn't tell them about… me."
"Oh," She paused, "Well I didn't want Hermione to be mad at me again! She would have just thought I was lying!"
"Yeah, I'm sure…" Harry nodded, suspecting that she was not telling the whole truth.
"Well… I'm going! Don't want Ron to think I don't love him!" She said, adding, "I'll… I'll see you later."
Harry nodded again and watched her disappear from the room. He thought about her beauty as his eyes slowly shut and he drifted into a light sleep.
"Yes, yes Ron! Calm down! You've only been home two seconds!"
Harry opened his eyes and stretched off the sofa. He only just realised that he had heard Mrs Weasley's voice when he saw people in the next room.
"Ron?" He said, clearing his throat.
He got up and walked out into the kitchen, where there was great confusion as Mrs Weasley was trying to make food, Ginny was jabbering on and Hermione was just trying to cuddle Ron.
"Ron!" Harry said again, louder this time; then everything stopped. Harry didn't really know why, because it wasn't like he hadn't seen Ron yet – he had seen him in hospital – but maybe it was different in the comfort of your home. And that's when memories came flooding over him, and tears filled his eyes for reasons he couldn't understand.
"Alright mate?!" Ron said loudly, running to Harry and squeezing him tightly; no matter how unmanly it may be.
"Yeah! How are you?" Harry replied, blinking away his tears.
"Glad to be home!" He answered, taking a seat. "Tell me everything then!" He said.
Harry looked around in a confused manner and saw that all the girls had started to get on with various jobs again.
"What?" He asked.
"Well, Ginny said that you have loads to tell me," Ron said, pointing to his sister.
Harry looked up at her threateningly and she instantly looked away and ran off up the stairs.
"Oh she did, did she?" He asked.
"Yeah, about what you've been doing while you were away," He said, lowering his voice, "What's really been going on."
"Nothing's been going on!" Harry tried not to shout, "It's what I told you all at the hospital. I think I'd better go sort it out."
And without saying another word, or letting Ron say what he wanted, he ran off up the stairs and in to Ginny's room, where she instantly stood up and opened her mouth to shout. Harry ran up to her and put his hand over her mouth.
"I thought you'd changed!" He said forcefully, "But no, you still want to hurt me! Get me back for leaving you; or maybe just for hitting you the other night!"
Ginny struggled against him and pushed his hand back. "It slipped out!" She tried.
"Oh, just happened to slip out that I've been lying? Ginny…" He continued, before she could say a word, "If I tell people the truth I'll be sent to Azkaban for what I did! I'll get the Dementor's kiss! Is that what you really want?"
"No…" She mumbled.
"Then why are you making it so hard for me?" He asked.
"Because you keep doing this!" She said.
"What?"
"Trying to hurt me! I'm scared of you Harry!" She shouted.
He let go of her immediately and stood back. She was scared of him? Was he really that bad? There was no way…
"Why do you think I left so quickly earlier?" She asked. "Did you really have a headache, or were you wanting to get me on your own?"
"Of course I had a headache! Why would I want you on your own? I thought we were getting on fine! I mean, just the other day you saved my skin! I thought we were friends again…"
"Harry, we can't ever be friends again," Ginny sighed, walking up to him slowly. "I want you to tell Ron and I want you out of our house."
Harry shook his head in disbelief, this was madness, he wasn't going anywhere. He promised himself he'd never leave again. He knew if he did go, everything would start again.
"I'm sorry Harry…" She wiped away her single tear and stood on tiptoes to give him one last kiss on the cheek.
She then went to walk past him, but he grabbed her hand. That one little kiss on the cheek sent sparks of electricity run through him. He hadn't kissed her since he was seventeen, and he missed it so much…
"Harry, let me…" Ginny said, but she was cut off by the touch of his lips on hers.
Harry turned while still kissing her and then stopped. They looked at each other then; and he hadn't seen that look in her eyes for so long. That longing, needed look that rested just behind the exterior movements. He was so close to her face, mere centimetres and he would have been kissing her again. Their breath mingled together in a warm dance of passion as they just stared at each other.
It seemed like hours on their own, in their very own world, before Ginny suddenly moved and kissed him again. This time a more passionate, deep kiss. Harry's hands wandered around her back and lower as they moved around the room, knocking things over as they went. Finally they fell on her bed and Ginny instantly went to remover his t-shirt. But there was a loud knock on the door and Ginny pushed him off her and he fell on the floor. He jumped up just as the door opened and stood awkwardly by the window.
"Tea's ready guys," Ron said, apparently not noticing that anything was wrong.
Ginny looked at Harry and then jumped up, "Good," She said, walking to the door, "I'm starving!"
She walked out and Ron turned to Harry, "You ok?" He asked.
"Yeah, just an argument, we have them a lot, don't worry," He lied, ushering Ron out of the room.
A/N Hi, I'm really sorry it was such a short chapter. But they've been reasonably long recently so I figured it wouldn't matter too much! Thanks for reading! And remember to give me ideas for ending! xxx
