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Finding True Happiness	By : CeliaEquus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 19445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have no claim on the Harry Potter franchise, and am making no money from any of my fan fiction.

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Warning: More swearing. Again, by my standards. (Why do I do this?)

“Too Late for Some”

Also around about the same time

Ron watched his sister. Without Hermione to look at anymore he had to make do with checking to see if Ginny was okay. What he saw was not good.

“Bloody hell,” he said as she made another dismal play in their game of Wizard’s Chess. “Maybe you would’ve been better off with Harry.”

“Well, he chose Luna,” she said, tilting her head in sarcastic defiance as she leant forward to have another turn.

“Oi, oi, oi!” he said, batting her hand away. “Merlin’s balls, Gin. Where’s your mind been lately?”

“Nowhere you want to visit,” she said waspishly. He held up his hands in surrender.

“All right, all right,” he said, and he returned his attention to the game. “Pity, though.”

“Well, Harry must just prefer blondes,” she muttered. “I really thought that we might have had a future, but then something just happened. Worst of all, I don’t even know what I did.”

“Oh.” Ron looked away with a quick movement, tapping his knees. “Uh, yeah. Hmm.”

“Maybe I’m just not meant for that sort of happiness,” she said. “I just don’t think that there’s anyone else out there for me. I really was – am – in love with Harry Potter.”

“You probably just fancied him because of who he was, not who he is.”

“What?”

“Well, you heard about him growing up,” he said, making another good move. “You just fancied the idea of him, not… not the real Harry.”

“I was fascinated by him, I’ll admit that,” she said, sitting up straight and forgetting the game as she looked at her brother intently. “Then I saw him at the station on your first day going to Hogwarts. I only noticed that he was Harry Potter because I saw him. I mean, nobody knew what he would look like at that age, except for his scar. Well, I guess maybe the people who knew his parents.” She tapped her foot. “But I fell in love with him at first sight, and then I saw the scar, and then… and then he was your friend, and I was intimidated because of his reputation, yes.”

Ron cast a Muffliato, since Ginny’s raised voice was starting to attract unwanted attention, including from Harry and Luna who were studying together.

“Keep it down, Ginny,” he said.

“But then I got to know him better, and it was like a schoolgirl crush. He was – is – cute, and handsome, and kind of smart, and really good at Quidditch. Yes, he saved the world; but he did it because of who he is. He would have fought without that damned prophecy telling him that he had to, simply because it was right.”

Ron looked ashamed. “Ginny, I should probably tell you…”

“Save it,” she said, standing up. “I’m tired of playing. I’m going to bed.”

“Uh, Ginny?” Harry said, following her. He grabbed her arm, but she yanked it out of his grasp.

“What is it, Harry?” she asked.

“Listen,” he said. “I know we haven’t spoken much lately, and I’m guessing that it has something to do with Luna.”

She glanced over his head at the blonde, who was smiling vaguely in their direction. “How much did you hear?”

“Actually, it was Ron glancing over at us that sort of gave it away,” he said. Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Great,” she said. “So what?”

“Well, I just wanted to let you know,” he said, “that, uh…”

“Just say it, Harry.”

“Fine!” he said. He hurriedly lowered his voice. “I really do care about you, Ginny. I have for ages. I… care for you. It’s just that I’m with Luna now, and I really like her. I just,” he noticed Ginny’s haunted expression, “thought I should tell you. And now I’m thinking that that was a really bad idea. Sorry.” He backed away and Ginny resumed her trek to the girls’ dormitories. But this time Luna stopped her.

“I know sort of what Harry was saying,” she said. Ginny gritted her teeth.

“Oh yes?”

“Ginny, I know how you feel about him; most people know. And he loves you back, I’m sure of it. Whenever we’re together he talks too much about Quidditch, and nearly nothing about The Quibbler, or any of the creatures that people like Hermione don’t believe exist. He treats me like he would treat you.”

“Oh, come on, Luna,” she said. “If he really felt like that about me, why did he make you his girlfriend?”

“Harry didn’t want to be lonely,” Luna said, shrugging. “I was really the next best thing, I suppose.”

“But why? Was he… was he scared of me or something?” Ginny asked. Luna’s usual sincerity was in place. “Tell me, please!”

“I think your brother can explain,” she said. “Just don’t be too hard on him. It was Harry’s fault that he chose to… well, you’ll see.”

Luna walked back to Harry. Ron chose that moment to approach his younger sister, who glared at him.

“What. Did. You. Do?” she asked in a deadly whisper. He turned paler than usual.

“You’re my sister, Gin,” he whispered, arms crossed and shoulders hunched. “I really thought that you only liked him for the wrong reasons, and I thought that Harry liked you for the wrong reasons, too. You know, with the red hair like his mother, and being my sister. Like how I was supposed to be with Hermione. Only she seems to be moping over this secret admirer of hers.” He shook his head, but couldn’t avoid Ginny’s piercing stare.

“I asked you a question, Ronald, and you’d better answer it.”

“I… sort of… warned him off,” he said, looking away. He couldn’t bear to see her face at this moment. “Gave him the idea that being with you would be a bad thing, that you didn’t feel strongly enough about h…”

SMACK!

Ron held his hand to his smarting cheeks, looking at his sister’s angry and hurt eyes.

“You arse, Ronald Weasley!” she shrieked. “You ruined everything! Now I’ve had to pay the price for my bitterness, and it’s cost me big time.” He took a step back. Everyone was listening. “I’ve got to live with what happened the rest of my life.” She shook her head. “I just hope that Hermione has better luck. It’s too late for me.”

She turned around and tore up the stairs, leaving behind a stunned roomful of Gryffindors.

Last chapter coming up. I look forward to hearing your final comments. There will only be four players in the next chapter, since Ernie will still be in his room, thus leaving an empty stage for the finale.

See you then!
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