Maybe Just Maybe

GPOV

This year me and Harry have become good friends. Not best friends but friends none the less. We have hung out more, been in each other's company more, have talked a lot more. But after what happened a week ago in the forest by the Burrow we have been avoiding each other like the plague.

We hardly look at each other and smirk whenever Ron and Hermione are at it again let alone talk to each other. Whenever we're in the same room the air gets so tense you could cut it with the Reductor Curse. For the past week since the game the only things we've said to each other is "hi,' "bye," "over there," or "can you pass the salt."

I don't know about him but I miss him. I miss how he would run his fingers through his in frustration, how he would come to me when Ron and Hermione start to argue over nothing, how he quirks his eyebrow when I challenge him.

I felt like I was 11 years old again. Watching from a distance, sneaking glances at him, trying to figure out how he's feeling.

At this point I was ver mad at Ron for interrupting us. I mean how thick can you get. Couldn't he tell he interrupted something very BLOODY IMPORTANT?!?!

CRACK!!

I looked down at the dish I was washing, well what was left of it. I broke it and now I was bleeding. Good thing it wasn't a big cut or else mum will have kittens. I got a towel and ran my hand under the cold water. It's a good thing I don't get queasy around blood. After about a minute I pressed the towel to my right hand to stop the blood flow. I could've healed it with magic but I didn't want my mum to know I cut myself. So I cut the towel in a thin strip and tied it tightly around my palm. I'll take it off in a few hours.

I cleaned the blood and continued washing the dishes. When I finished I headed for the living room but something collided into me and knocked me down.

"Ginny! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you. Are you alright? Let me help you," I heard him say. Out of habit I extended my right hand and he grabbed it and as soon as he made contact I yelped in pain. I pulled my hand back and held it to my chest.

"Ginny what happened? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he apologized his voice filled with concern, worry, and regret.

"Its ok Harry, don't worry about it I'm fine. It wasn't your fault," I reasoned. I saw him look at my hand and his eyes went wide. He reached for it and before I could put it out of his reach he held it in his hands. A blush started to form. I tried not to notice the small electrical currents that were running up my arm, that this is the closest we've been in a week, that his eyes were filled with worry and concern over me, or that this is the longest we've talked.

He held my tiny hand in his huge one with such tenderness that it was as if it was made of glass. He slowly unwrapped it and saw a pale cut that was on my palm. He traced it slowly with his finger, sending shivers down my spine, then got up and got something from the cupboard and came back. He held my hand gently and started to spread a cream over the cut and then wrapped it again. I normally hate being babied and cared for like a child but with Harry I don't know, something was different when he did it.

The cream soothed the cut and I knew it would heal faster, I forgot we had it.

"How's it now?" he asked taking my left hand and helping me up.

"Its better thank you. I forgot we had that cream," I said standing up but not letting go on his hand, he didn't let go either.

"how did you do that to yourself Gin?" he said using the nickname I only let him use. He was staring profoundly just like a week ago and just like a week ago I was getting lost at sea.

"I was washing the dishes when I broke one in my hand," I answered absentmindedly, I was lost in his gaze. He was starting to lean down while I started to reach up.

"Why would you do that?" he asked dimly.

"I was mad," I said distracted. I didn't even try to come up with a lie.

"At who?" he asked. Our faces were an inch apart. I could feel his breath on my lips, the electricity between us was enough to light up a muggle city. I reached up as he leaned down as I started to say, "R--"

His lips touched mine for a millisecond before we sprang apart in alarm as idiot 1 walked in yelling over his shoulder.

"Alright alright I'm getting them." We let our hands drop as he turned around. He got startled as he saw us there but then shrugged it off and said, "Hey guys, what are you doing?"

I didn't answer as I was a bit dizzy but luckily Harry did.

"Just talking about Quidditch and you?" he said but his voice sounded as if he just woke up or came out of a daze. We both blushed furiously at almost being caught and by Ron of all people.

"Mum sent me to get some things, she's going mad because we're leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow and wants to get stuff done," he answered while searching the kitchen.

"Ron what are you doing?" Hermione asked as she came in. she looked at me and at Harry. She took in our blushes and turned to Harry with a question her eyes. I saw Harry shake his head infinitesimally and his eyes dart to Ron.

"My mum sent me to get things. Is that ok with you Hermione?" he asked in an annoyed voice his back to her.

"Why are you asking for my permission Ronald? Are you a baby?" she countered. As they continued to argue I stared at Harry and Hermione. What was all that about? What were they up to?

I could still feel my face burning and I know I was still blushing.

"--that's not my--" Hermione was saying but I cut her off.

"That reminds me I have to go finish packing. I'll see you later," with that said I left. Harry looked as if he wanted to stop me but I rushed out the room.

I was about to lock the door but I heard Ron storming outside muttering to himself and Harry and Hermione talking in the living room. I stepped into the stairs and went down just low enough to hear what they were saying.

"He did it again didn't he?" Hermione said.

I heard Harry sigh but not say anything. I peaked down and saw that Harry had his back to me and Hermione could've seen me. I think she did, I saw her eyes flicker to me then back to Harry.

"I'm going to lock Ron up with the twins to make him stop," I heard Hermione say angrily. I heard Harry's laugh. So they are up to something. I just needed to know what.

"Well she can't anyways she's with someone else. I don't want to get in the middle of it. I mean I fancy her yes, and I want to kill the bloke but I'm not going to," Harry said. I heard hum mutter something under his breath and saw him kick something.

"I know she likes you Harry we just need to get the emotional range of a teaspoon away. He never leaves you alone and since we're going back to school it'll be worst, non stop Quidditch," I heard her say to him.

I heard someone coming down the stairs. I rushed into my room, I closed the door just as they passed where I was crouching seconds prior. Harry liked someone. But who? Hermione said that Ron kept interrupting, and that she's with someone else. Could it be possible that Harry Potter likes. . .me?

No don't go there Ginny Weasley that's not possible.

Why not?

Because he's Ron's best friend he never looked at you that way.

But this year its different. We're friends. We've got to know each other.

Hello keyword friend.

He almost kissed me. . .twice.

He almost kissed me. . .twice. Stupid Ron that's two he has to pay for. Ugh, Hermione's right since we're going back to Hogwarts we'll never get to be alone. Stupid Ron. I went to my bed and tried to go to sleep. I hit my pillow a few times pretending it was Ron. I turned to my side and saw Harry's jumper. It got mixed in the wash and it landed in my room by accident. It was emerald green like his eyes with and H in the front. I grabbed it and put it on. Even though it got mixed up in the wash I keep "forgetting" to give it back to him. I eventually fell asleep and forgot how mad I was at Ron. For the time being anyways.