Harry And Ginny
This starts at Bill and Fleur's wedding, with Ginny in her bedroom. You are Ginny Weasley, so it's in 2nd person.
You sat and stared out of your bedroom window, wishing that you were still dating your ex-boyfriend-Harry Potter-, that the greatest wizard ever- Albus Dumbledore-, was still alive and that everything would be okay. You sighed and got off your windowsill, which you were sitting on, and looked in your full-lenth mirror at yourself. You didn't look at all bad, in your cream, sleeveless bridesmaid dress, with your red hair falling around your shoulders.
'Knock, knock'
"Come in," you said. Hermione came into your room and smiled at you. You forced a smile back at her, trying to be happy on your brother's wedding day, even if you disliked his bride.
"You okay?" she asked you.
"Yeah, of course!" you lied.
"Ginny, you can't fool me. You and Harry haven't even looked at each other all day. What happened?" she asked, coming over to you and looking you dead in the eye.
"We split up. He said he was putting me in danger, because You-Know-Who hurts the ones Harry loves," you confessed, biting your lip, refusing to cry, "I knew it would happen someday, i just hoped we could have had more time."
"Oh, Ginny. I'm so sorry," Hermione put her arm around you. "But you have to be strong. I'm not saying you're being stupid and weak, but V-V-V...You-Know-Who is strong, and we all need to be on our guard. Come on, come down to the party. The food's out."
You wiped your eyes, because a tear or two had fallen from them, and smiled at Hermione.
"I know. Right, let's go."
You linked arms and went into the back yard, where there was a long table filled with plates of food. You grabbed a plate and some food and sat on the wall with Hermione, both of you eating.
"Omigod," you whispered frantically as Harry came out of the house and down the pathway to the garden. "Hermione...."
"Act cool, it's okay, act like he's not there. Talk to me." Hermione looked at you and continued, "So, is your mum letting you go to Hogwarts if it opens?"
"Yeah, she says everywhere's the same now, but maybe Hogwarts is that little bit safer, I mean, most of the teachers are in the Order, and I can bet if it does open, there'll be more Aurors and spels guarding it. I'm not sure if I really want to go though, to be away from them for so long..." you said.
Just then Harry came over to you both.
"Hey. What you guys up to?" Harry asked.
"Just talking about Hogwarts and stuff." Hermione answered. "Ginny was saying it's probably a little safer, but she doesn't want to be away from her family for so long...I'm the same, really. I think I'll go back for a term but then study at home." She glanced at Harry quickly, making you curious, but you stopped yourself asking "what?".
"So what about you Harry?" you asked, trying to shake off the glance Hermione gave Harry. Fat chance. Another glance, even though Harry didn't see it.
"I'm going to Godrics Hollow, visit my parents graves, then find the Hor-crux..." he paused after 'Hor' but it obviously came out anyway.
"Did you say HORCRUX?!?!" you knew about them because you had read about a guy in the Daily Prophet who made one, and it got destroyed, and his body died of old age a few days after he was sent to Ascaban. Either that or the depression killed him. "And...that's where you went, the night he died, wasn't it?" Suddenly you understood the glances Hermione made, and Harry was so daft he told you. If it was anyone else, you would have said he was stupid, but he wasn't anyone else; he was Harry, and even though he dumped you, it was for your safety and he was still wonderful and you liked him more than anyone, or anything, in the world. Maybe even love...but no, you mustn't think of that now, when he was there talking to you. You had to forget about him, he was a friend, now. You had to remember why he did it, and think of the future. But all you could think of was settling down with Harry in the future...You dragged your mind back to the conversation, where Harry was looking sheepish, and Hermione was glaring at him for telling.
"Uh huh," Harry said, looking at his feet. "Don't say anything to anyone."
"My lips are sealed," you joked and pretended to pull a zip across your lips.
He looked up and smiled. You always felt yourself go weak when he smiled, especially your knees. Good job you were sitting down, or you would have felt your knees crumbling and collapsed or something. He had the most gorgey (gorgeous- yes i know i took this out of the Georgia Nicolson series by Lou Rennison *sticks out tongue* so what?) smile...
"Thanks," Harry interrupted your mind (which is a plus, really), and looked you in the eye. You felt yourself melt into the garden wall...he kept staring into your hazel-brown eyes with his own marvy (marvellous) emerald green ones...the sounds of your love letter to him -that you sent in your 1st year- came haunting back... 'His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad..'. You shuddered inwardly at the thought of it.
Harry tore his eyes away from you when Hermione started talking to him about something that you weren't listening. You joined in the conversation but weren't really aware of what you were talking about; you were just saying things like "Yeah", "I know", "Uh huh" etc., while gazing at Harry and thinking about every time he kissed you, whenever he held your hand and when he just sat with you on his lap or snuggled up to him in the common room...
After an hour a so it started to get dark, and everyone went inside, except you, Harry, Hermione and Ron. Hermione and Ron had been acting differently with each other all year, and they were in their best moods tonight, and you smiled to yourself at the thought of them finally hooking up. Hermione had told you she had always fancied him a bit, but when he got with Lavendar she was really jealous and she really wanted to be with him. While they where flirting with each other, Harry pulled you to one side.
"Ginny, we're friends right? I'm sorry about...stuff, but you know why it happened. And if Hermione and Ron..." he trailed off and looked at them both, the both of them laughing at something one of them had said,
"If Hermione and Ron hit it off-which I'm pretty sure they will, and tonight, by the looks of things-then you're gonna need someone who isn't all loved up to be your mate. I understand," you finished his sentence for him.
"Yeah," he smiled at you again, and you leaned against the fence, just in case, "Anyway, c'mon, let's go back."
Somehow, in the time you and Harry had been been talking behind them, Hermione and Ron had ended up so close to each other Hermione was practically sitting on Ron, and they were gazing into each others eyes, totally oblivious to the fact that you and Harry had gone from their sides.
"C'mon, let's leave them. We can spy from the window." he added and pointed to the porch window at your crestfallen face; you wanted to spy and you wanted to badly.
"Okay," your whispered brightly, if that was possible.
You watched Ron and Hermione chatting and flriting from the porch's tiny window, and after a while, they kissed. One minute they were both laughing, then gazing into each others eyes, then kissing. It made you pang for Harry, but you knew that you were over, and, even though it was tearing you apart, it was safer for you that way. You had to act tough, because you hated crying. Especially in front of Harry, and you didn't want to make him feel guilty. But no matter how many times you rolled this over in your head, you wished to be with Harry. You didn't care if it injured you.
When Hermione and Ron broke apart, you and Harry snuck into the kitchen, pretending you hadn't seen anything. Fifteen minutes and two slices of cake later, Hermione and Ron came into the kitchen. They had been holding hands, but when Ron saw Mrs Weasley looking at Harry and trying to get him to eat more, they broke apart.
"Gotta go," you said to Harry, left the table and went over to Hermione. "What happened!" you asked her, excitedly. You were an excellent lier when you wanted to be.
"Upstairs," Hermione said.
You went into your room, where Hermione would be sleeping that night, and sat on your bed.
"Well?! Spill!!"
"Well...we kissed."
"Oh my god!! Wow, good for you!"
"I know!" Hermione gushed.
"So, what else? Are you seeing him?" you grinned.
"Well, I think so!"
Just then there was a knock at your door.
"Come in," you called. Ron poked his head around the door.
"Can I talk to Hermione?" His face was like a tomato; he looked like he was on fire, mixed with his red hair.
"Sure," Hermione agreed, blushing a little.
"Er, alone," Ron hinted. You grinned, got up and left, raising your eyebrows over your shoulder at Hermione, who blushed some more. When you were on the first floor landing, Harry was sitting in the old rocking chair, polishing his Firebolt. He didn't notice you had came out of your bedroom, so you stood and watched him for a minute.