Disclaimer: All that you recognize belong to JK, The bolded dialogue was quoted from Deathly Hallows, UK edition, page 98-99. The situation in Ginny’s room reflected the situation from the same part of DH, but not directly quoted.
A.N: This one-shot is written for mybabyblaze as a part of SAYS Secret Santa Fic Exchange. At first I wanted to write something fluffy, but the prompt included that she didn’t want a sappy story. So I wrote this instead. If you're reading this, mybabyblaze, I really hope you like it! It has also been edited from its first version posted on SAYS. Anyway, enjoy! Reviews are always welcomed.
Ginny could hear the footsteps coming down the stairs. They were coming. She knew she had to catch him now or she wouldn’t get another chance today. Taking a deep breath, she opened her bedroom door and poked her head out. She called out to him, asking him to come into her room.
Harry seemed a bit confused, but he nodded and began to walk toward her. Ron looked like he was about to follow, but Hermione, being the sensitive one that she was, pulled him away upstairs. Ginny, avoiding Ron’s eyes, stepped back to let Harry in. She couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous as she looked up to his face, but she shook it off and gave him a smile and wished him a happy birthday.
He muttered his thanks, but his eyes were anywhere but on her. He directed his eyes to the window, making a lame comment about the view. Holding back a sigh, Ginny ignored him. One of her brothers or her mother would be banging on her door any moment, and she wouldn’t be able to talk to him alone again.
“I don’t know what I should get you,” she said. Harry muttered something about her not having to buy him anything, but she ignored him too. Her heart was beating faster, but she tried not to show it as she took a step closer to Harry. “So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.”
He grinned at this. “I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.”
“That’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for,” Ginny whispered. She kissed him, and her heart jumped as Harry kissed her back. For a moment it seemed like everything was right again, and she was reminded of their first kiss in the common room. It was a completely different kiss, but the feeling was the same: total bliss.
The door banged open, causing Ginny and Harry to jump apart. Ron’s hand was on the doorknob, glaring pointedly at them. “Oh, sorry,” he said. Ginny wanted nothing more than to kick him out and yell at him, but she didn’t have the strength to do it. The warm feeling has left her completely and she felt like collapsing on her bed. Without a word, she turned her back to them. For a while, nobody broke the tension the room.
“I’ll see you later,” Harry said.
Ginny made sure the door had clicked behind her before she collapsed on her bed. A tear rolled down from her tightly shut eyes, but she didn’t wipe it away. One tear, she promised herself, and I’ll never cry for him ever again.
She lifted her hand to her lips, treasuring the feel of Harry’s kiss. It was exactly how she remembered it to be. It had sent a chill down her spine and made her stomach flip. It seemed like such a cliché way to describe it, but it was true.
She shouldn’t have kissed him, she knew that. She would only hurt herself more by doing so, and it would just confuse Harry even more. However, she didn’t regret it. He was leaving, and once he left, there was no telling when, or if, he would come back. She hated to think about it, but it was the plain truth.
Harry was leaving, and she wasn’t about to stop him, nor was she going to beg him to take her with him. She wanted to come along, she wanted to help him fight, but she knew it wasn’t going to happen. Her mother had been very upset when she found out Ron wasn’t planning on going back to Hogwarts, and Ginny didn’t want to distress her further by following Ron’s footstep. Her place was in Hogwarts, and it wasn’t as though she couldn’t help Harry from there. Neville and Luna would be delighted to start the Dumbledore’s Army again and she knew many students would want to join now that You-Know-Who was openly terrorizing them. Ginny wondered if they would still have to sneak around or if the teachers would let them organize it as an official club. She grinned as she pictured herself taking Harry’s place as the leader, along with Neville and Luna. Harry would agree, wouldn’t he? He always wanted them to be able to defend themselves from whatever was out there. Another grin spread on Ginny’s face as she recalled her fourth year, sneaking around for DA’s meeting and cherishing the small moments where Harry would touch her hand when he showed her the wand movements. She didn’t show it back then, but she was looking forward to those meetings just to see Harry.
She would miss him terribly. She already did. She missed having his arms around her, she missed being able to make him laugh, and she missed being able to gaze into his eyes without him turning away hurriedly. He wouldn’t look at her properly these days, and it drove her mad. She knew he was feeling guilty for breaking up with her and confused because he still felt something for her, but he was afraid of hurting her. Ginny wanted to tell him that she understood now, and she wasn’t mad at him anymore, but she didn’t know how she could tell him without making things feel more awkward between them. All she could do was to act normal, as if everything that had happened between her and Harry was nothing but a dream.
Perhaps it would be easier if it was just a dream. She had always thought she had no chance with Harry. Compared to Cho Chang, she was just a plain, little girl, nothing more than his best friend’s sister. She was used to daydreams. She could push them aside easily and go on with her life, knowing that it was all in her head. Reality, however, wasn’t something she could push away and forget. Now that she knew that Harry cared for her, it was harder for her to accept the fact that they couldn’t be together, or that he would probably never come back.
Sighing, she gazed out of her window. Even the beautiful view outside couldn’t stop her from worrying, especially since Harry wasn’t the only she had to worry about. Ron was leaving too, and he had been acting like he was prepared for the worst, with the ghoul and all. She hated that. Even though Ron could be an overly protective git sometimes, he was still her brother, the one closest to her. No matter how much she would miss Harry, she would miss Ron even more.
It felt like Voldemort was after every man important in his life, directly or indirectly. His snake had attacked her father in the Department of Mystery. His appearance had torn Percy away from the family. His werewolf had scarred Bill’s face and almost ruined his life. His Death Eater had blasted George’s ear off. Now in attempt to bring him down, Harry and Ron was leaving her. Her hand instinctively gripped her wand as she thought of all the devastating blows Voldemort had thrown to her life. It was repulsing to think she had once let herself be fooled by him.
Tom Riddle. She still had nightmares about him sometimes. She could still feel the panic she felt back then when she saw him coming out of the diary and her strength slowly leaving her. She used to be terrified of him, even in mere memory, but as she got older, she was also angry. Tom Riddle had manipulated and her to hurt the ones she cared about, and he had almost killed her to bring himself to life. Her parents had taught her not to keep grudges or want revenge, but she knew they would let her make an exception on this case.
Once she had tried to ask Ron about the mission Dumbledore left Harry. She knew her mother and most of the Order’s members had vainly attempted to ask Harry many times about it, but she wanted to try it herself.
“I can’t tell you, Gin. It’s between Harry and Dumbledore,” was all Ron said before he made his escape.
It was frustrating to be kept in the dark, but she realized that it must’ve been very important if Harry didn’t even tell Remus. She had even secretly discussed it with the twins and tried to pry information out of Bill, but her attempts were fruitless. The message was clear: whatever Harry was looking for, she couldn’t help him to find it. The DA was the one and only way she could participate in the war.
Ginny wondered how Hogwarts would be affected by this. It would lose some students.
A knock on her door broke her train of thoughts. “Ginny,” her mother called, “I need your help downstairs.”
“Coming, Mum!” Ginny replied, wiping her face to make sure her tear hadn’t left its trace on her face. Sighing, she shook her head fiercely as if to shake every miserable thought out. Everything will be fine, she assured herself, just pretend it was all a dream.
It was easier that way. Brooding about Harry wouldn’t help anyone. He would be fine. He had defied Voldemort numerous times, why wouldn’t this time be the same? She had nothing to worry about. Besides, Ginny couldn’t help smiling as she recalled Harry’s words, dating chances are probably pretty slim on the ground.
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