Hi! I am so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for not posting right away, but I got distracted and the rest is history. But I've got this for you now, so I hope that makes up for it. Anyways, people keep asking for specific songs, and I'd just like to say that I will not be using 'Long Live' or 'I'd Lie'. While both of those are two of my absolute favorite songs from Taylor, I can't seem to find a way to make them fit this story. There's only three more songs after this one, and two of them are already written. What are they? Read on to find out...
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter-that's J.K. Rowling's. Don't own the song-that's Taylor Swift's. Don't own the idea-that's xxtotallyinsanexx's, and is used with permission.
Chapter 4: Ours
"Alright," Ginny said slowly. "How about a song about our love?"
Harry grinned and had to look away again. He was thankful Ginny's brothers were all focused on her and not him. Except George, who kept winking knowingly at him.
"Elevator buttons and morning air.
Stranger silence makes me wanna take the stairs.
If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares,
But right now, my time is theirs..."
"What's an elevator?" Charlie asked.
"A Muggle device that moves you up and down," Ginny replied. "I went with him in one once." She smiled at a memory before continuing.
"Seems like there's always someone who disapproves."
She glared at Ron, who glared right back.
"They'll judge it like they know about me and you."
"I do!" Ron insisted.
"No, Ron," Hermione replied, laughing. "You have no clue. I know more than you, easily, and even I don't know half of it."
"But I know them as people!" Ron protested.
"Hmm," was Ginny's only comment before she continued.
"And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do,"
"I have other things to do!" Ron butted in again. Ginny's eyes flashed.
"Name one. Quidditch, homework, and flirting with Hermione don't count." Ron flushed a very deep pink, and so did Hermione.
"I...I...I, er, I...play chess?" he offered. She scoffed.
"That doesn't take up the entire day. I know you weren't happy with who I was dating, Ron. Don't deny it! We both know it's true."
"Would you get on with the song? I want to figure this out," Fred snapped impatiently.
"The jury's out, but my choice is you.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard.
The stakes are high,
The water's rough,
But this love is ours."
"Aw," George smirked, but Bill glared at him.
"Don't. That's the way it should be. If you love someone and they love you, then damn it, you should be together, no matter what people think."
"Yeah, Ron," Ginny muttered, and Ron glared at her. She smiled back.
"Just sing," Ron grumbled, turning away and glancing at Harry. He was deep in thought, considering Bill's words.
"You never know what people have up their sleeves.
Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me.
Lurking in the shadows with their lip-gloss smiles,"
Harry burst out laughing as he realized who Ginny was talking about. A smile as bright as day appeared on her face as she watched him rolling around on the floor. Charlie looked from her to Harry and back again, then grunted and sat up.
"I know who it is," he announced, which shut Harry up.
"Who?" Fred asked immediately. Ginny shot her brother a pleading look.
"Figure it out yourself, Fred. It's not that hard," he assured him. "Clues are sitting right in front of you." Bill and Fred both stared at him, then Fred grabbed a piece of paper.
"What are you doing?" Ginny asked.
"Writing down all the clues you've given. Oi, Bill, c'mere and help."
"You come over here," Bill shot back. Fred rolled his eyes but complied. The moment Fred was out of earshot, Charlie leant down and whispered in George's ear. George nodded, and Charlie sat up, looking very satisfied with himself.
"Continue," Fred said finally, sitting back from the list. Ginny complied.
"But I don't care
Cause right now you're mine,"
She winked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who all recognized what she meant by that.
"What?" Fred asked, looking around at them.
"Nothing," Hermione replied easily.
"What?" Charlie asked more urgently.
"Oh, shush up, I'm singing," Ginny sighed.
"And you'll say
Don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard.
The stakes are high,
The water's rough,
But this love is ours.
And it's not theirs to speculate
If it's wrong and
Your hands are tough but they are where
Mine belong, and
I'll fight their doubt and give you faith
With this song for you,"
"I was not that bad," Ron muttered.
"Yes, you were," Ginny shot back. "Always breathing down our necks and complaining about PDA when we sat next to each other in the Common Room-"
"So, Ron knows him and he's a Gryffindor?" Bill asked. Fred bent down to scribble on the paper. Ginny chose not to answer.
"Cause I love the gap between your teeth.
And I love the riddles that you speak.
And any snide remarks from my father
About your tattoos-"
"WHAT?" roared Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie as one. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, burst out laughing, remembering Romilda Vane and the supposed Hungarian Horntail tattoo.
"Inside joke," Ginny assured her steaming mad brothers. "Besides, Bill, wasn't it you who said that if you love someone and they love you, then they should be together?"
She had him there. George looked suspiciously at Harry, who shook his head. She really was just joking.
"Go on, Ginny," Hermione urged.
"Will be ignored.
Cause my heart is yours.
Ha-ha
So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard.
But don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine
But they can't take what's
Ours,
They can't take what's ours.
The stakes are high,
The water's rough,
But this love is ours."
Ginny finished her song with a smile on her face, remembering her time with Harry. It had honestly been the best time of her life. He was so sweet, and kind, noble...he was perfect, in her eyes.
Harry turned away from the room to stare at the roaring fire. He was seriously starting to doubt his decision. It didn't take much persuasion to change his mind, as he desperately wanted to be with her. But she'd be in danger...but wouldn't she be in danger, regardless?
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice Hermione lean closer to Ron.
"Bet you five Galleons they're back together by the end of the night." Ron looked at her in shock.
"Hermione Granger, betting?" he teased. "What has this world come to?"
"Look at him!" she insisted. "He's rethinking it, you know he is. Won't take much more from her to change his mind."
Ron sighed. He knew she was right. "Well, you're on. Harry's pretty stubborn," he reminded her. Hermione simply sat back, smirking.
"Sing another one, Ginny. Do something lovey," Fred suggested. Everyone stared at him. "What? It's better than having her cry over some idiot," he shrugged, and her brothers all nodded.
"How about a love story?" Ginny asked, grinning.
Right, so that's totally obvious, but I've had nearly everyone ask me for that one, so I wrote it in. Hope you liked this one! The plot thickens with two Weasley brothers in on who her ex is...hehe. Should get interesting next chapter...leave a review if you want it. Ta-ta for now!
Lovelovelove -D-