Chapter Four
Realism Revisited

The music was blaring and the house was packed. Ginny was in the center of a lovely lady sandwich. As she, Sara and Ann danced the night away. It was Halloween and they were at some party that Ann knew about. There were so many people, it didn’t matter that the windows were open and cooling charms in the air it was hot. Ginny’s hair was sticking to her back.

“Gin,” Sara whispered in her ear, “York’s here,” she pointed towards the door.

Ginny looked where she was pointing as she pulled her hair back for a few moments to give her neck some air, “so,” she tried to act causal.

“Don’t pull that casual bullshit with us,” laughed Ann, “we know you’re shagging him.”

“I am not,” she said letting her hair fall back down. She wanted to but he comes with an entourage and having sex with others watching isn’t her thing.

“Well then you want to,” Ann corrected, “so go make it happen so you can tell us all about it.”

“That’s a bit personal, yeah? I never asked you how your night with that lawyer was,” Ginny tried to act as if she never discusses her personal life but with them there was no untouched subject.

“There was nothing to share, he couldn’t get it up.”

Ginny and Sara laughed, “I’m so sorry darling,” Sara put her arm around her, “he’s coming this way, we’re going to get drinks.”

“What, no…”


Ginny turned around and nearly ran into York, “hello, I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

“I didn’t either, I don’t even know whose house this is,” he laughed. “John knows them.”

“Oh well, it’s nice to see you.”

“You too… you look nice.”

Ginny laughed nervously, “yeah covered in sweat with a light up pumpkin around my neck,” she played with her jack-o-lantern necklace, its eyes lit up. It was a children’s toy, she and the girls thought it would be fun and ridiculous. If she knew he was going to be there, she wouldn’t have worn it.

“It’s festive,” he ran a finger over the pendant and then over the hand she was holding it with.

“Happy Halloween”

He smirked, “Happy Halloween,” he leaned down and kissed her.

Ginny wrapped herself around him, she felt wrong for what she was doing but at the same time it felt so good. She pulled away from him, “do you always go everywhere with your entourage?”

“Pretty much”

“Oh,” she looked away from him for a moment in thought and then looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, “Well you need to ditch them tonight.”

There was something so sexy about the way she said that, “Fine.”

“Let’s go,” she took his hand and led him through the party.

“Oi, York where are you going?”

“Somewhere you’re not!”
When they were outside they wrapped themselves around each other again and Ginny apparated them to the alley where the entrance to the Seymour Inn is located, although right know it was better known as her home address. She had been living there for almost a month.

She had to pry York off of her so they could go inside. She may have been up for some fun but she was not about to be seen crossing the lobby in that manner. She held both of his hands as they crossed the lobby to keep them from exploring her body. She kept hold of them in the lift. The bell boy was watching them out of the corner of his eye. She wasn’t about to give some teenage boy a dream show.

“Goodnight,” she said to the boy as they got off on her floor. His face turned bright red. He thought he was being inconspicuous.

“That kid was checking you out hard,” York snickered as Ginny unlocked the door to her room.

“How do you know he wasn’t looking at you?” She said entering her room, she took her cross body bag off and her pumpkin and tossed them in the chair in the corner.

“You never know, I am pretty hard to resist,” he said enclosing the space between them.

“That and you’re the lead singer of a band known for selling out arenas,” she said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Uh huh,” he captured her lips.
There was a knock on Ginny’s door, she rolled over and pulled the sheet off the bed with her and wrapped it around herself. York was lying on the other side of the bed fast asleep. Ginny was a bit hung over and dragged herself across the room to the door, she pulled it open a bit so whoever was at the door couldn’t see inside, “yes,” she said trying to focus her eyes.

“What happened to you?”

“Hermione what are you doing here?” She whispered.

“I’m worried about you. You seem to be going through some sort of public downward spiral.”

“Now’s not a good time I’ll talk to you later,” she tried to close the door but Hermione put her hand in the way.

“I am not going anywhere.”

“Hermione, I said I would speak to you later…” she heard York stirring, “just go away!”


“Brunch, I’ll meet you in an hour.”

“One hour Martin’s Café,” she eyed Ginny sternly, she removed her hand and Ginny closed the door.

She turned around and York sat up in bed, “who was that?”

“Just a nosey friend,” Ginny said discarding the sheet for her robe. She plopped down on the foot of the bed and York scooted over to her and put a leg on each side of her. He wrapped his arms around her middle. He pushed her hair aside and kissed her on the neck.

“I had fun last night.”

Ginny giggled, “me too,” she turned and kissed him. “I’d say let’s order breakfast but I have some stuff to take care of.”

“Well then, let me get out of your hair,” he went back to devouring her neck.

She closed her eyes, she knew she was going to be late to meet Hermione but given the time she had with York last night she was willing to be late. She stood up, turned around, and straddled him. She kissed him as he undid the tie on her robe and pushed it open…

Ginny sat down across from Hermione at the table she had chosen at Martin’s Café, it was entirely outdoors. It was in a wide alley between two buildings in Diagon Alley, all the tables covered with colored umbrellas and a small building that housed the kitchen in the back. Fall was upon them but it hadn’t gotten too cold just yet for the place to be filled with warming charms and the fire pit in the middle of the restaurant lit.

“You’re twenty minutes late,” Hermione said giving the sunglass clad Ginny a stern look.

“You really should learn to loosen up Hermione.”
The waitress came over to the table, “what can I get you?”

“Can I just get a cup of coffee black,” Ginny said looking up at her. She nodded and walked away.

“You really should get some food.”

“You’re only having tea,” she pointed out.

“I was waiting for you plus I’m not the one who’s drunk.”

“I just don’t feel like food right now. So why did you feel the need to come bother me?”

“There’s been all this stuff in the papers about you and Harry…”

“Let me stop you there, Harry and I aren’t together.”

“See that’s what I don’t get, you two love each other.”

“Well perhaps you should have this conversation with him because he’s the one who broke up with me.” The waitress delivered her cup of coffee, “thank you,” she said reaching for the cream and sugar in the center of the table.

“Can I get you ladies anything else?”

“I’ll have the fruit plate,” said Hermione.

“I’ll have some toast whole grain with nothing on it.”

“Ginny this isn’t like you,” she continued on when the waitress left, “late nights, living in a hotel.”

“I am not living in a hotel, I’m staying there while things settle down at home,” Ginny ran her hands through her hair. This was ridiculous she shouldn’t be wishing she had a family who didn’t care about her. But they were putting their noses where they don’t belong.
“They wouldn’t have to settle down if you weren’t acting like a…” she stopped herself before she said something she would regret.

“If I wasn’t acting like a what, Hermione,” Ginny snapped. “A bitch, a slut well let me tell you what this slut did last night. She banged the lead singer of the Bent Broomsticks a lot and enjoyed every moment of it. I can do that because I am an adult, a single adult and whatever spiral you think I’m going through is in your mind. I’m having fun, finally.” The waitress brought their food over. Ginny took a large gulp of her coffee. “If you’ll excuse me I have some stuff to take care of,” she tossed some money on the table took her two slices of toast and left.

Party in the North!
The Halloween Bash to end all bashes took place in Northern England last night. No photographers or news people allowed but an unnamed source dished about some of the things that went on. Who went upstairs with whom, who aired their dirty laundry in public, and most importantly who didn’t arrive together yet left together. A major topic of conversation is that York Grant left with Ginevra Weasley. The two have been chummy around town and apparently shared a kiss before exiting the party. Although it has been assumed she and Harry Potter are no longer together, why she let him go we’ll never know. Neither Miss. Weasley nor Mr. Potter were willing to comment on the matter. I think it’s safe to say they’re done and Grant is in. The new beau suspicions have been confirmed.
The Skeeter Report

Wilford slammed the paper down on his desk, “PENNY!” he bellowed. His assistant came running into his office. The small brown haired spectacle clad young woman looked horrified. “I want Ginevra Weasley in my office now!”

“Yes sir,” she answered in terror before running out of the room.

Ginny was in the lift at the Ministry, going to her meeting with the head of Games and Sports. She had no idea why he asked to see her but she was certain it most likely had something to do with Harry Potter. He probably wanted her to coerce him into going to some charity event or attending every league match for a guaranteed sell out. The lift doors opened and her brother Percy got on not bothering to look up from the stack of papers he was reading.

“Hi Percy

He looked up, “Ginny what are you doing here?”

“I have a meeting with Wilford.”

He looked her up and down, “dressed like that?” She was in jeans and a t-shirt.

“What’s wrong with this, it’s not as if it’s a formal affair.”

“You clearly haven’t met Wilford,” he pushed the button for the floor his office was on, “I have an extra suit in my office, I don’t know any tailoring charms but a few binder clips and a staple or two and you should be good,” he pulled her off the lift to her protest.

Ginny sat nervously in front of Wilford’s desk, Percy’s pinstripe suit tailored with binder clips and staples. She felt silly walking down the hall in this ensemble but given the look of Wilford, Percy was right. Yet another person who has more fashion sense then her.

“So Miss. Weasley this is where I would say it’s nice to put a face to the name. But I already did that because your face has been all over the papers the last couple of months.”

She smiled nervously, “I know… what can you do? I’m surprised you knew who I was.”

“I know every athlete that falls into the jurisdiction of this department. Regardless if they’re a reserve or not, as a reserve you are not penalized for you philandering but I want to make it clear. If you make the league look bad we will be forced to take action.”

She gulped. Apparently her mother wasn’t the only one who didn’t like her behavior. The difference was this one could decide the fate of her career and from the looks of him murder her without flinching.

“Do I make myself clear Miss. Weasley?” He eyed her.


Ginny opened the back door at the burrow. She had checked out of the hotel, it was getting too costly anyway. She figured if Wilford took notice then it was time to cool it with the escapades.

“Ginny your home, I’ve been so worried,” Mrs. Weasley said as she dried her hands and rushed over to her daughter. She pulled her into a hug.

“I wasn’t gone that long, there was nothing for you to worry about,” she let her mother hug her.

She pulled away, “you’ve changed so much, I don’t know where my little girl went.”

“See there’s the first problem. I’m not a little girl, I haven’t been for years and I’m allowed to change, I’ve grown up.”

“I just don’t want to see anything happen to you.”
“You’ve got five other children you could be worrying over,” reasoned Ginny.

“It’s just you’re…” Molly Weasley didn’t have any favorites when it came to her children but there was a reason she had seven of them. Molly refused to stop until she got a girl, she didn’t care that they couldn’t afford them. She wanted a girl. Her little girl seemed to be more like a boy then her sons. But she was special to her, “I can’t help but worry, dinners just about ready. You should go wash up and drop your stuff.”

“I think Charlie’s obsession with dragons is a more appropriate place for you to be concerned,” she said as she left the room.
As she climbed the stairs to her bedroom, she felt an extreme sense of dread. She was going to her childhood room, in her childhood home, where she would have to reframe from having any fun or mouthing off so she wouldn’t feel the need to split again.

She opened the door and stared in at all the things she’s collected over the years. She sighed, new plan, recover from money spent living in hotel and move out.

Kenmare Krestals vs. Puddlemere United
The field was covered with bright lights as the Krestals tried hard to slaughter Puddlemere. It was a clear cold night and the crowd was in frenzy. Oliver Wood was on fire, he managed to block ever goal except one, and the Krestals only chance of redemption would be to catch the snitch.

“Oh come on guys,” Dean sighed, “if they don’t pull it together Toby is going to blow a gasket and take it out on me.”

“Where is he this evening anyway,” asked Ginny. They were sitting in the top box on the visiting team’s side.

“He had an event,” Dean cringed as Wood blocked a Krestal’s attempt at the goal. “Well I must say kudos to our fellow Gryffindor alum, he does bring results.”

“Yeah,” is all Ginny said as she watched Oliver defending the goal as if it was life or death. She admired him so, although she shouldn’t because he encouraged her antics. Because of that she lost her love and was threaten by the head of games and sports. But he was so passionate about the sport. He could fill seats and bring wins. She wanted to be him.

“Don’t swoon too hard there Gin,” Dean noticed how hard she was focusing on Wood. She ignored him and he tapped her on the arm.

“I’m sorry did you say something?”

He chuckled, “just about your love for Oliver Wood.”

“Who wouldn’t love him, he’s a genius.”

“I don’t, because of the talented git, Toby’s going to act like I coached the team to this loss,” Dean adjusted his tie.

“Oh my god,” Ginny hopped out of her seat just as everyone else did. The race was on. Aidan Lynch seeker of the Krestals spotted the snitch and was pushing hard to get to it as, Kirk McDougal, Puddlemere seeker, swerved around and took off after him. Not that catching the snitch would allow the Krestal a win but it would allow them some dignity in this pathetic display for athletics. The fans began to cheer on the racing seekers.
“Goal, that’s fifty points for the Krestals,” the announcer cheered. Ginny looked back to Oliver who didn’t appear pleased, he missed the block as he was busy dodging a bludger. “McDougal has caught up with Lynch. They’re shoulder to shoulder…”

“Come on Aidan,” Dean said through clinched teeth. He closed one eye as both men had their hands out stretched to grab the snitch.
“It looks like it’s going to be a close one,” the announcer’s voice filled with excitement, “and the snitch is caught... I think.” A mass of confusion flooded the stadium. Lynch and McDougal were hovering and pulling back and forth at the snitch. They were arguing over whom exactly caught it first, “there seems to be confusion as to whom actually caught the snitch, but it’s oh!” Lynch’s fist collided with McDougal’s face and the fight was on.

The two began trying to strangle each other as they’re brooms plummeted rapidly towards the ground. Their fellow teammates flew down to meet them and there was a mass brawl of emerald green and navy blue. Coaches, trainers, and the referee charged out onto the field trying to put an end to the fight.

“Shit this is just what I need,” Dean huffed angrily.

They were so wrapped up in their fight. They didn’t notice the small glint of gold rise above the mob. It didn’t matter who caught the snitch, it was released again and began speeding away. It shot high in the air and whipped around the field in a circle. Ginny watched as it flew level with the top boxes. It was getting close to her and Dean. She didn’t know what she was thinking but she stuck her hand out and caught the snitch.

“Oh my god Gin,” Dean beamed, “that was awesome!”

“And the snitch has been caught!” The announcer bellowed, “By a young woman in the top box,” the fight on the field suddenly stopped. They all looked up at the monitor where Ginny’s astonished face was shown big for all to see.

“Oh shit,” she laughed. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“I suppose this qualifies as interference, I’ll just take that and go sort this mess out,” Ginny handed Dean the snitch. He left the box to find out what they were going to do about ending the game.

Ginny plopped down in her seat. Her face was still on the screen and the crowd applauded her. The people in the box congratulated her on her gutsy impressive move. Her face eventually left the screen and it went to the people huddled in center field. The team managers, the ref, and the coaches were meeting to discuss the problem.

“I just want to say that the display of both teams was absolutely appalling,” a league representative shouted. “I’m tempted to lobby for disqualification for both teams!”

“Let’s not be hasty,” chimed in Dean. “Yes they all got carried away but do we have replay of the snitch catch?”

“We can’t really make out who caught it,” informed the representative.

“How about we release the snitch again, seekers only and let them race for it,” offered the ref.
“That sounds reasonable,” Philbert Deverill manager of Puddlemere said.

“I agree,” nodded Dean.

“Coaches what do you think?” The referee looked from one coach to the other.

“I think it’s pointless,” began the Puddlemere coach, “Lynch was just sore because no matter who caught the snitch we’ve beaten you guys good!”

“Why don’t you take a flying leap,” the Krestals coach lunged forward and Dean grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.
“That’s enough,” he was the youngest person in this huddle and he felt like the parent. “The rules are the game cannot end until the snitch is caught. So let’s release it and end the game fairly. Now will the league accept it?”

“There’s only one way to find out. I say do it and Wilford will either wipe the game from the league cup qualifiers or let it go,” explained the rep.

“Coaches shake on it,” the team coaches shook hands more forcibly than necessary and the referee blew his whistle. “SEEKER’S ON THE FIELD!” Dean handed the referee the snitch.

“By the way who’s that girl,” Philbert asked before they dispersed.

Dean smiled, “that’s Ginevra Weasley reserve seeker for the Holyhead Harpies,” he answered before he walked off.

“Alright face each other,” the ref told Lynch and McDougal. They both looked like they wanted to see the other dead. “First to the snitch ends the game for 150 points, I want a clean race. If either of you attacks the other, it’s an automatic disqualification. Mount your brooms,” the two seekers did as they were told, the ref opened his hand the snitch flew away. He blew his whistle and they took off.

“Had to steal my thunder didn’t you.”

Ginny turned around to see who was talking to her. Oliver Wood was hovering on his broom by the railing. “I couldn’t resist.”

He smiled, “that’s quite alright. I must admit that was pretty good.”

“Not as good as you. You were killing it out there.”

“I try,” he tried to sound humble but it wasn’t believable, “we should train together. I may be rich and more famous than needed but I’m still the overzealous Quidditch obsessed guy from Hogwarts.”

“I might just take you up on that.”

“So you want a ride,” he asked indicating to his broom.

“No thank you.”

“Are you sure? We could create quite a stir.”

She sighed, “Which is the problem. A couple weeks ago I had a rather worrisome meeting with Wilford.”

Wood laughed, “So you met the big bad. He’s not so bad, he just likes to seem that way.”

“Could have fooled me,” she looked scared at the thought of just thinking about him. “I think it’s best if I cool it for a while.”

“Ok, but you’re on the wrong side. You should be in the Puddlemere seats. After all we just slaughtered the team you’re cheering.”

“I’m not cheering anyone, my mates the assistant manager. I’m in support of him.” She looked over her shoulder for Dean and pointed, “You remember Dean Thomas from school?”
“Vaguely,” he said looking in his direction. “Did he do those drawings for the Gryffindor matches?”

“Yes… we’re actually going to go get a bite if you want to join us,” offered Ginny.

“Yeah sure, I’m just going to go change.” He flew off.

__________Diagon Alley__________
Oh god it’s Christmas already…
“Do you think my mother would like this,” Dean asked Ginny as he pointed to a necklace in the glass case at a jewelry store.

“No,” said Ginny, “I think it’s too simple, she always wears those ornate unique looking pieces.”

Neither of them knew where the time went, it seemed like only yesterday it was summer. But it was December, Christmas less than a week away. Diagon Alley was packed with people trying to find the perfect gift for their loved ones and the ones they have to pretend to like.

Dean sighed, “I hate holiday shopping. I should just give my entire holiday fund to charity and then hand out cards. It’s thoughtful and takes the stress off of me.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Do you mind if I use it. My families so big, the holidays always put me in the poor house.”

“Just think when all your siblings start having offspring’s. They’ll be like a million people in your family,” laughed Dean.

“I shudder at the thought.”

“Oh my god, I didn’t tell you want happened last week,” Dean began as they left the jewelry store and went back out into the frost covered Diagon Alley. “Upper management hates me.”

“Why, you’re so lovely.”

“Because Wilford came to the match last weekend and made positive comments about me and no one else.”

“But they had to know he likes you.”

“They do it’s just, I think they’re scared for their jobs,” he chuckled.

“Do you want to be team manager?”

“No I want to be head of the league,” he looked over to her and smirked.

“Not of games and sports?”

“I’m not sure yet because it includes other sports as well,” he explained. “I’m kind of a Quidditch junkie. Speaking of Wilford, he gave me his dueling championship tickets for New Year’s Day if you want to go.”

“It’s not as if I have anything better to do, the Harpies will be in Austria increasing their standing in the European tournament and I’ll be here. I’m always ready to catch a miss fired hex.”

“So how is it being back home?”

“I haven’t been partying and I keep my mouth shut and all is great.”

“That sounds terrible.”

“It is but the Seymour Inn was costly.”

“Why don’t you get your own place,” Dean said, “Do you want to go to the café?”

 “Yes, I don’t know that’s a big leap but I’m thinking of looking into it. How do you like single living?” They wandered into the alley that was Martin’s outdoor café. It was considerably warmer there although they were outside and it felt like snow was in the air. There was a roaring fire in the pit in the center of the restaurant. In the winter they had pit side seating, for those who wanted to order the fireside s’mores. It was a service for multiple people and gave you all the fixing to make your own warm chocolaty treats. She and Dean choose a couple of seats near the fire.

“It’s excellent, I have four maddening sisters,” he gave a sigh of relief. “The oldest has her first boyfriend. I kind of want to kill him.”

“How old is she?”


“Well she’s at that age, leave her alone.”

“I will leave her alone. It’s him I’m going to kill.”
Ginny laughed, “I’m sure he’s not so bad.”

“Any teenage boy who’s trying to get up my sisters skirt is worth killing.”

“You don’t know if that’s what he wants.”

“All boys want that.”
She rolled her eyes, “is that all you wanted from me?”


She laughed as the waitress came over to take their orders. They got the s’mores and topped off the sugar with more sugar and got hot chocolate as well. “So you pursed me for all those months, impatiently waited for Michael Corner and me to come to an end, just so you could try to sleep with me?”

“I know it seems like a difficult process but I’m a guy. Most of the things men do for women is to have sex,” he shrugged.

“I hate men.”

He laughed, “That’s not what you were saying after you shagged York Grant.” He watched as she went red.

“I needed that.”

“So basically you let him pursue you and go through the motions, already knowing you were going to let him in your bed. The tactics are a bit different but it seems a bit man like to me,” he had a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

“I suppose it’s only natural to want to get laid.” She tried to sound as innocent as possible.

“Yeah, so whatever happened to Mr. Grant anyway?”

“Ah, I don’t know. I suppose we had the same agenda. Which is fine with me, I could never deal with his band of merry followers anyway. I like one on one action.”

“I remember”

She rolled her eyes, “shut up.”

Merry Christmas______________

The Weasley house was filled with Christmas music. George had taken over the record player so it was the Bent Broomsticks Christmas record on repeat. That would only be until Bill arrived, it was going to be York Grant out and Myron Wagtail’s raspy voice in and the Weird Sister’s all the way. The house smelled of treats as Mrs. Weasley was baking up a storm.

Ginny and Charlie were taking care of the tree, he and their father had gotten. The house was bustling in excitement, it was Christmas Eve. The kick off the Weasley two day extravaganza…

“Here are the ornaments from the attic,” Ron said as he came downstairs. “The trolls in a right mood, he didn’t want me to take them.”

“Thanks,” Ginny said taking the box and sitting down on the couch to go through it. This Christmas wasn’t going to be so bad, not yet has anyone brought up the fact that two months ago she was running around town with the man currently singing. They had not mentioned her and Harry getting back together…

The front door opened, “Happy Christmas!”
“Hey Harry”

“Happy Christmas,” everyone traded in pleasantries as Harry came into the house. She was not surprised to see him. They were the only family he had. It’s just that she thought about him and he appeared. She pretended to be super involved in the ornaments so she wouldn’t have to make awkward small talk.

“Do you put tinsel on before or after the ornaments,” asked Charlie sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table. Ginny didn’t respond she didn’t even hear him. She just kept at what she was doing, “Gin.”

“Huh,” she looked up at her brother.

He looked over his shoulder to make sure Harry wasn’t around before he spoke, “no one’s going to pressure you,” he said quietly. Last night when he arrived Ginny had overheard Ron giving him the rundown of events. A much distorted rundown that made it seem like she’s been spending her nights on the corners of Diagon Alley showing some leg. Given Charlie hadn’t threatened her. She knew he realized Ron was overreacting.

“They already have, you’re just different,” she said softly.

“Sometimes these things just don’t work out,” He shrugged, “so tinsel on before or after the ornaments?”

“After,” she said before getting up and beginning to place ornaments on the tree. All of their ornaments had some sort of story. They were either gifts or homemade. She wasn’t going for order because they didn’t have two identical ornaments. If she just kept busying herself then…


She looked up at Harry, “Hi.”

“Do you need any help?”

No, she thought, “Yeah, grab some ornaments and put them on.” She turned her attention back to the tree.

“So ah… how’s everything,” Harry asked nervously trying to begin a conversation with her.

“Great,” she lied. Ever since they split she’s been forced to figure her life out and growing up was annoying as hell. She looked over to Charlie as he stood up and left the room. He clearly thought he was about to be imposing on a private conversation.

“Cool, I heard you caught a snitch at a match you weren’t playing in,” he said casually as he played with the ornament in his hand.

She smiled slightly, “it was a lucky catch.”

“You’re quite skilled I’m sure it was more than that,” he stopped fiddling with the ornament and put it on the tree. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was not trying to get back with her but he was trying to like her again. He missed her, he loved her and before they dated and everything got messed up they were friends. It would be nice if they could at least try and make that happen again.

“It was more to put a stop to the brawl the teams were having center field,” she chuckled.
“It was the Krestals, right? I’m sure it made Dean’s life easier.”

“It did until he remembered that his team still lost.” Ginny went back over to the couch and sat down in front of the box again. She began to pull out the rest of the ornaments. She watched Harry nervously play with one of the branches out of the corner of her eye. “So how’s everything with you?”

He turned from the tree, “same, can’t complain. I think I’m mastering concealment and disguise.” She smiled. She wondered if that was true because he wasn’t concealing his anxiety about this conversation with her. “What,” he asked to the face she made.

“Nothing… it’s just that you aren’t masking your feelings about talking to me.”

“What did you expect Gin,” he shrugged. “You’re someone I have trouble hiding lots of things from… It’s just I love you…”

“Harry,” she cut him off, “we can’t do this right now.”

“Then when’s good for you?”


“That doesn’t work for me.”

She sighed, “Let’s step outside.” She knew her mother was in the kitchen ease dropping and she didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. She grabbed her coat from the hook near the door and Harry followed her out into the cold. She walked away from the house a bit to make sure no one heard anything they said. “So what do you want to say to me?”

“These last few months I’ve been going over what happened and for the life of me I can’t figure out why you thought kissing Oliver Wood would be okay. Then supposedly you’ve been hanging around him.”

“It’s not okay and I am so sorry that it hurt you. But kissing Oliver meant absolutely nothing and it still does. He’s been a friend, it’s something we can laugh about and not take seriously. I honestly didn’t think you would react the way you did.”

“So how am I supposed to act when the woman I love and is supposed to love me back is all over someone else? On top of that it was all to get attention.”

She shrugged and slipped her hands in her pockets. “I don’t know what to tell you. I apologized and you wanted time and now you’ve had all the time in the world. So you can forgive me or not.”

“I’m so angry with you I don’t know how to do it.”

“Well you need to figure that out.”

“And while I’m doing that, what the hell are you going to be doing? What Skeeter favorite is your next target?”

“You can be as angry as you want with me,” she snapped heatedly, “but you don’t get to comment on what I do with my personal life! You removed yourself from it and with that your opinion as well!”

“So I’m just supposed to say nothing while you go whoring about?”

“I cannot believe you. Harry just stay the fuck away from me,” she furiously marched back towards the house, she slammed the door behind her immediately went up to her room. She couldn’t believe he just said that to her. She hurt him but that was just too harsh.

Harry silently made it through the rest of the day. No one asked him what happened between him and Ginny for which he was grateful. He was so rude to her. He wished he could take it back. It didn’t matter what she did to him, he should have never said anything so crude to her. He barely touched his food and it was a shame because Mrs. Weasley’s food was mouthwatering.

When he was sure Ron was asleep he crept out of his room and down the stairs. He hoped Ginny was awake so he could apologize. He wanted to speak with her but he had no intention of letting things get carried away as they did.
It was after midnight and Ginny was lying in her bed wide awake. No one heard a peep out of her since she went outside to talk to Harry. She missed the rest of her family’s arrival, the completion of the tree and dinner. She stayed in her room, in her bed…

There was a light knock on her door and then in creaked open. She rolled over, “Harry,” She said sitting up.
“Sorry to wake you,” he said coming into the room closing the door behind him.

“You didn’t.”

“I um,” he sat on the edge of the bed and faced her. The only light in the room was coming from the window. The moon cast a stream of light across the room and across Ginny’s face. She looked beautiful, “I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”

“No you’re not.”

He looked at his hands, “I am… no matter how upset I am I didn’t have the right to say those things to you.”

“You most certainly didn’t.”

“I know I’m angry but I could never truly think of you that way.”

“Well given some of the things we’ve done that may be the impression I’ve given you.”

He smirked, “Not at all, what happened between us was because I love you and I think you love me.”

“I do love you… probably a little too much.”

They stared at each other for a few moments and then crushed their lips together. They were going to have to be quiet because Arthur and Molly Weasley made it so their children couldn’t put silencing charms on their rooms. They wanted to be able to hear everything that happened in their house. Hearing Harry Potter penetrating their little girl was something they didn’t want to know but if it happened they would put a stop to it immediately.

“Realism Revisited”

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