Hello, all! Promise I haven't vanished off the face of the earth, I simply got sick, missed school, had to do homework, and I've been writing three stories and two essays at once. Not fun. But anyways, the good news is that I got ahead on this story, so I should post tomorrow, depending on the reviews. So please leave me one! They make me very very happy! OK, I'm done blabbering.
Disclaimer: Both Harry Potter and the songs belong to two wonderful women I've never had the privilege to meet.
Chapter 3: Tim McGraw
"Let's go back to previous summers, shall we?"
Ginny sighed and began another song, this one a slow love ballad. Harry froze. He'd heard this one before, and it was highly painful. He was amazed she'd sing it. Especially after this summer...
"You said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie."
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On backroads at night,"
"Wait a second," George said, as it dawned on him who her ex could be. "I think I've got a guess."
"Well, wait till I finish the song, then," Ginny replied. She was fairly certain he knew who it was. After all, when they'd drove up in an old truck at 2 am one night, it had been George who was up to see them.
"What's a Chevy truck?" Bill asked, furrowing his brow.
"A car. A Muggle car. Dad's got one in his shed," Ginny replied. "Haven't you ever seen it?"
"No, actually," Bill said, frowning. "How'd I miss something like that?"
"I don't know. It's pretty big, you see," Ginny replied seriously, trying not to laugh.
"And I was
Right there beside him
All summer long.
And then the time we woke up to find that
Summer gone,
But when you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song."
"Who's Tim McGraw?" Charlie butted in. Ginny sighed.
"My ex's favorite Muggle singer. He'd never admit it to you if you asked him, though. He sang one of those songs for me. It's still my favorite song to this day," she admitted, smiling, her eyes a million miles away in a memory. Harry smiled too, and George noticed, confirming his suspicions.
"The one we danced to all night long,
The moon like a spotlight on the lake.
When you think happiness,
I hope you think that little black dress.
Think of my head on your chest,
And my old, faded blue jeans,
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me."
Hermione sighed. Harry and Ginny were perfect together, but they were both really thick. She still couldn't believe that after how long Harry waited to be with her, that he'd broken up with her. He surely had to realize that no matter how hard he tried, Ginny would never be completely safe.
"September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that.
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you'd never read
From three summers back."
Harry's hand twitched to his back pocket. He knew exactly what letter that was. He'd read it over and over, wishing things were different and he could be with her. But he couldn't, she had to stay safe. They couldn't be together. Could they?
"It's hard not to find it all a little
Bittersweet.
And lookin' back on all of that, it's
Nice to believe,
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song.
The one we danced to all night long,
The moon like a spotlight on the lake.
When you think happiness,
I hope you think that little black dress.
Think of my head on your chest,
And my old, faded blue jeans,
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me."
A tear glistened in the corner of Ginny's eye, and she wiped it away hastily. No more crying, she told herself firmly. But could she not cry when it hurt so badly?
"And I'm back for the first time since then, I'm
Standin' on your street.
And there's a letter left on your doorstep,
And the first thing that you'll read,"
Ginny paused, remembering the day she tricked the Muggle radio DJ to play her song on a station Harry always listened to. Just her luck, he'd been listening. Hermione had Apparated her to Harry's street, where Ginny had left the letter on his doorstep in time with the song.
"What letter?" Fred inquired.
"The letter I sent him, duh," Ginny replied, coming out of her thoughts.
"Is when you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song.
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
I hope you think that little black dress.
Think of my head on your chest.
And my old, faded blue jeans,
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me,
Oh think of me,
Ooooooo..."
Ginny's voice trailed off again as she stopped to take a deep breath, wiping away the lone tear that had trickled down her cheek. Harry looked away again, biting the inside of his cheek hard, trying not to cry. He caught Ron's eye, and they exchanged a look. Maybe he hadn't done the right thing. Maybe he could still fix things up with her.
"You said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night,
I said, "That's a lie."
Ginny finished her song as another tear trickled down her cheek at the memory of that night. She drew her knees up to her chest and placed her head on top of them. To Harry, she looked so sweet and innocent, so heartbroken.
"I was right," George crowed. "I knew it!" Ginny shot him a look, and they communicated silently the way only two siblings can. Yes, moron, you got it right. Don't tell Fred or anyone else, OK? Fine.
"Right, then," Fred said, seeing it was pointless to ask George. "Sing something else. Something happy," he added, not wanting his sister in tears over this stupid boy again. Ginny paused.
"Alright," she said slowly. "How about a song about our love?
Kudos to you if you guess that one. Oh, and a quick shout-out to PotterAllTheWay64 and JuliaGlyn99, who both guessed the song. Congrats, guys! Anyways, please leave a review for me!
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