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Rejection: A Double-Edged Sword	By : brooklynvtc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"So, when are you going to drink it?" Ron asked, excitement in his own eyes now.
Harry beamed at him and uncorked the vial. "No time like the present."
Then he lifted the vial up to his lips, and drank...

Chapter 22
The potion felt warm going down his throat, and a took a second before the feeling of infinite possibility overcame him.

Getting Ginny to forget about Dean seemed incredibly simple, now.

He didn't know why he had found it difficult before...
"How do you feel?" Ron asked, curiosity burning on his face.

Harry hopped up from his position on Ron's bed, suddenly feeling energetic.

"I feel like going to the kitchens to get some blueberry muffins." Harry stated, confidently.

Ron's jaw dropped in surprise. "What?! No, Harry... you need to focus on Ginny, remember?"

Harry pondered this for a mere moment, before shaking his head. "Nope. I'm pretty sure I need to go get those muffins, first."

He started for the door, but paused at the whispering in his mind. Then he turned back to Ron, while pulling out his invisibility cloak. "Felix says that you should come with me."

Ron still gaped at him for a moment, before shrugging. "Alright. I'm hungry, anyways. Looks like you drank a dummy potion, though, mate. You seem downright loopy..."

Harry merely smiled and put the invisibility cloak over only himself. Knowing that he would need it to get out of the Gryffindor common room. Then he waited while Ron changed.

They walked down the stairs from the boy's dormitories, and made their way to the portrait door. As soon as Ron had opened it, it was to see Romilda Vane on the other side.

She had perked up as soon as the portrait door had opened, only to turn disappointed and impatient as soon as she saw that it was only Ron coming through. All the while, Harry sneaked out behind him.

"Is Harry in there?" She asked Ron, all the while trying to look behind him, through the open door to the common room. "Some third years swore to me that they saw him run through here a little while ago..."

Ron gave Romilda an odd look, and asked in a rude tone, "What's it to you, to want to know where Harry is at?"
Romilda sneered unattractively and crossed her arms. "If you must know, it's to try the new cologne that I got for him."

Romilda held up a glass perfume bottle for Ron to see, and Ron's expression got even more bewildered. "Why would you go and get him a stupid thing like that?!"
Suddenly, Felix told Harry that it was a good idea to spray some of that cologne on Romilda. So, Harry stepped forward, quietly and quickly, and squeezed the pump of spray, that was conveniently pointed right at Romilda's face. Creating a brief cloud of mist in the air around her head.
Romilda coughed and gagged at the sudden assault of cologne to her face, but then stopped suddenly as a dreamy look overcame her expression.
Romilda dropped the glass bottle, just as Harry stepped away and it shattered on the floor. Then she bit her lip, and let out a long, guttural groan.

Flabbergasted, Ron watched as Romilda Vane started to rub her hands all over herself, her eyes closing in euphoria. "I never realized how lovely my skin is before..."

Felix told Harry that it was time to move on, before any Professors came round. So, Harry reached up, and invisibly tugged at Ron's elbow, and pulled him down the corridor.
When they got far enough away, and in a spot where no other eyes could see them, Harry whipped his invisibility cloak off. Then, looked at Ron, who was still shocked, and looked to be trying to still work out what just happened.
Then his eyes widened and shot up to Harry. "Harry," Ron gasped, "I think that Romilda was trying to use a love potion on you!"
"Yep." Harry said, seeming unbothered and rather chipper in his voice and step.
"Wow..." Ron said, as he thought on the situation more. "Lucky break you had at Romilda accidentally using the potion on herself..."
Harry nodded firmly. "Yep. Real lucky."
Ron gasped out, as a large grin split his face. "The potion is working, then?!"
"I reckon it is." Harry said, matter-of-factly.
"HI!" Harry shouted at a pair of Hufflepuff students walking in the opposite direction of them.
They gave him twin pairs of amused looks, and said hello in return.
"Enthusiastic, aren't you?" Ron asked inquisitively.
Harry nodded eagerly. "It's going to be a good day. Felix told me so..."
Then they turned the last corner and Harry continued on to the painting of the pear, tickled it, then went inside after the painting swung open.
Immediately, a small body crashed into him, wrapping little arms around his legs.
"Harry Potter comes to visit Dobby! Oh, Dobby is so excited, he is!"
Normally, this would be mildly embarrassing to Harry. But to Harry under the influence of Felix Felicis, it just made him down-right giddy.
"Dobby!" Harry exclaimed in delight. Then did what neither Ron or the house-elf would have expected. He reached down and picked Dobby up into a hug and spun him around.
When Harry finally put Dobby down, Dobby had tears of happiness in his eyes.
"Harry Potter seems so happy to see Dobby. Dobby is so pleased!"
Harry grinned wider and plopped down to his knees on the floor, so he was at the same height as Dobby. "Dobby. I have a secret to tell you... but you must promise not to tell anyone."
Dobby stopped crying as he gasped in delight. "Oh! Dobby wouldn't tell a soul! Dobby wouldn't dare!"
Harry nodded seriously, in a way that said that he took Dobby's promise to heart. "You've always been my favorite house-elf." Harry whispered.
Dobby gasped in delight.
"Shhhhh!" Harry shushed frantically, putting his pointer finger to his lips. "Don't tell Winky!"
Ron sighed in impatience and grabbed Harry's arm and tugged him up off the floor. "Honestly, you're acting like you're drunk, mate!"
Harry righted himself, but shot a smile at Dobby, which was enthusiastically returned.
"What are we here for, again?" Ron asked, grabbing a pastry another house-elf offered.
"We are here for blueberry muffins." Harry stated with fact.
If possible, Dobby brightened even more. "We gots muffins! We gots lots of blueberries!"
Harry looked at Ron in a way that proved a point. "See? Told you."
Then he turned to a Dobby again as said, "We'll take the lot of it, please."
Dobby nodded and rushed off to get the order ready for Harry.
Harry's eyes perused the kitchen until they landed back on Ron's gobsmacked face. There was a bit of powered sugar caked around his lips, which were wide open as he gaped at Harry.
"Why the hell do you need so many blueberry muffins?!" Ron asked, completely bewildered.
Harry shrugged. "Dunno. I just got that feeling, you know? That I will really need them."
Ron stared at him for a long moment, before shaking his head. "You've gone mental..."
Harry shrugged again and hummed a little tune as he waited.
He didn't have to wait long, as Dobby came rushing back with a large bag of individually wrapped, blueberry muffins.
"Thanks, Dobby!" Harry exclaimed as he took the bag away from Dobby. "We best we going, now!"
Then Harry abruptly turned and left the kitchen, while Ron scrambled to follow him.

"Hey, mate! Wait up!"
Harry didn't wait, but Ron caught up anyways.
They walked the corridor, with Ron following, feeling confused.
Until they saw the first person walking through the halls. It was a Gryffindor student, most-likely a second-year.

Felix told him that he should really give this boy a muffin. So, Harry reached into his bag and pulled one out, offering it to the boy. "Here! Don't be blue! Eat a blueberry muffin!"
The boy looked strangely at Harry for a mere moment, but not wanting to turn down a free, delicious baked good, took the muffin. "Thanks."
"Hope to see you at the D.A. starting on Tuesday!" Harry said, as he walked away with a wave.
This continued on, as they passed around muffins to any student passing by. Until the bag was almost empty.
Soon, word spread fast through the castle that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were handing out blueberry muffins to bring awareness for the D.A.
Once Harry only had four muffins left, Felix told him that it was time to stop passing them out to random students.
So, Harry put the bag into his robe pocket, and started toward the castle exit.
Ron groaned behind him, still utterly confused. "Where are we going now?"
"To the lake!" Harry replied over his shoulder. "I just, I don't know, feel like that is the place to be right now!"
Right as he got outside, Felix told him to put his invisibility cloak back on. So, he did, and walked underneath it towards the lake, with Ron in tow, trudging along out in the open...
...
"No." Ginny replied, with a finality in her tone. "You don't get the chance to try anything funny, or distract me with what you think would be a romantic day."
Dean gaped at her in absolute shock. It was clear to her, that he thought that she would say yes. Then a touch of anger and desperation came to his eyes.
"But, Ginn-"
"No." Ginny interrupted. "Whatever plans you've made, can be put in the loo, for all I care."
But the her expression changed from fierce to speculative. "However, this is what is going to happen. I'm starving right now, so we'll first go down to the dining hall for breakfast. I'm going to stuff my face, without a single word of interruption from you. Then, we are going somewhere where we can talk. Because I have many answers that I need from you to all of my questions. And then, after all of that, wewon't decide anything. I will decide where we will stand."
Dean gaped at her in shock and fear, it left Ginny feeling proud of her assertiveness. But she still wanted an answer from him. "Got it?"
Dean broke away from his frozen expression, and shakily nodded.
Satisfied, Ginny nodded back, then turned to leave the library, with Dean following behind.
As they walked down the staircase, Dean reached out, and grabbed Ginny's arm to steady her when they got close to the trick step in the stair. Ginny shot an annoyed glance at him as he did this, and pulled her arm away. Did he really think that she didn't know about the trick step?! She would have to be stupid not to...
But she didn't want to blow up at him for something so silly, so she remained quiet - while she was steaming internally.
As soon as they got closer, Ginny was practically running for the Dining Hall door. But just as she entered the hall for a long awaited delicious meal, it all vanished from the table. Signifying that breakfast was over.
"No!" Ginny exclaimed, miserably.
It felt as though she had been punched in the gut. As though she had been teased with a dirty, dirty trick! Her hopes for food had been so high, and now she felt so bereft... her stomach so empty.
"Looks like you'll have to wait until lunch..." Dean commented quietly from behind her.
Ginny whipped her head in his direction, and glared at him with all of her might. Her nose flaring, as she tried to keep the lid on her temper. "Don't. Even. Say. Such. A. Thing."
It was all his fault! If he hadn't been pestering her, and respected her desire for distance - like she had wanted - she wouldn't have had to avoid meals.
Dean awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck, before he said, "Well, maybe we can find some food for you..."
Ginny could only nod, as there weren't many options left. She felt like crying in that moment. Really cry.
The last few days were catching up with her. Her emotional turmoil finally threatening to tear her a part.
Her problems with Dean...
Her empty stomach...
Her spike in arousal...
Ron pestering her...
And the fact that Harry would never love her.
But she managed to keep her tears at bay, instead putting on a brace face, and trudging forward - a single mission in mind.
It was embarrassing going around, asking students for food when they clearly didn't have any.
It wasn't until they came up to a student a long while later, who was eating the last bit of a blueberry muffin, did Ginny's embarrassment melt away, as desperation took place.
She ran forward to the second-year Gryffindor boy, with Dean following behind.
"Where did you get that muffin?!" Ginny exclaimed.
The boy looked at her as though she were half-cracked of madness, but then the boy's expression melted into something a little odd as he took a good look at her. "Oh, that? Harry Potter is handing out muffins to bring awareness to the D.A. starting on Tuesday!"
Ginny took a step back from her obvious surprise. Harry was handing out muffins? That didn't sound like something Harry would do at all. Why muffins? And where did he even get so many to pass out to students.
All that she knew, though, was that she just had to have one!
She had been just about ready to go hunt down the Gryffindor hunk in question, when she suddenly remembered that she was avoiding Harry...
Then she turned to Dean, who had a sour look in his eye, as he sent the boy away.
"Dean?"
Dean looked up, the look in his eyes not dissipating in the slightest. "Can you go find Harry to get me a muffin?"
As though by the flick of a wand, Dean suddenly became very angry. "No, I particularly don't want to have to hunt down that prat, and beg him for a muffin!" Dean snapped, while Ginny reeled back, aghast. "Why does it always have to be Harry to save the day?! You go missing in your first year? Here comes Harry, charging in with the sword of Gryffindor! You're having trouble with spells? There's Harry, starting up a secret club to help you! You're hungry? He has a platter of muffins ready at the hand!"
"Dean, calm down!" Ginny hissed. "You sound barmy mad right now! Not to mention jealous, which is just plain ridiculous..."
She didn't need to tell him that his jealousy was so far-fetched...
"Fine, whatever." Dean said, then grabbing her hand, he started to pull her down the corridor. "Let's go find you that fucking muffin."
Ginny gaped at him, then sneered in disgust. He was lucky that they were trying to find food, otherwise she wouldn't be so keen to go anywhere with him, at all.
They walked around for a long while, and hadn't managed to find Harry with the muffins...
Finally, Ginny sighed, ready to give up, and to just wait for lunch.
"Let's just go outside and talk, Dean..." Ginny said, miserably. Her stomach aching with emptiness. "Maybe the nice weather will take my mind off of how hungry I am."
Dean nodded, seeming happy that they had given up their search of Harry in favor of spending time alone together.
They started for the front door to the outdoors, with Dean holding Ginny's arm as though she were made of glass...
As they got closer to the door, Dean practically leapt forward to open the door for her. Which would have been fine, if he hadn't insisted on helping her through the door as well, by holding her arm.
Did he think she was a bloody one-year old that needed help walking through doors?!
Ginny's nostrils flared as she tried to keep her breathing calm. She was practically shaking with the effort of trying not to explode at him.
Dean led her this way towards the lake, until Ginny finally had enough and sat with a huff in the grass. Dean immediately followed suit.
They sat in silence for a long moment, while Ginny started to pick out the grass to try and quell her annoyance.
Dean sat in silence as well, but Ginny could sense how tense he was as he waited for her to say something. But, it seemed that he wasn't too keen to break the silence himself, as he didn't want to start her line of questioning.
"So," Ginny began, her voice even and steady. "Who do you think put Angerall potion into your goblet?"
This question seemed to throw Dean off, as he didn't answer right away. "I mostly think that Harry was the one to do it..."
Ginny scoffed. "That's shit, and you know it..."
Dean frowned bitterly, starting to get angry. "Why? Because it goes against the pedestal that you put 'Precious Potter' onto?"
Beyond irritated now, and starting to feel her own anger build, Ginny snidely replied, "No, that's just not the sort of thing that Harry would do."
"And how could you possibly know that?!" Dean argued right back.
His jealousy of Harry was getting way out of hand. A part of her before thought that it was a little justified, because she fancied Harry. But now it was blown way out of proportion. It wasn't as though her and Harry had any chance of being a couple. That dream had died for her right when he had rejected her last Christmas.
"Because, if you forgot, Harry is really close to my family. I know the sort of person that he is, and slipping potion into your goblet isn't even something that would occur to Harry, let alone for him to do it."
"But how can you be so sure that he wouldn't?" Dean snapped back.
Ginny felt herself getting tenser and tenser the more that they talked about this. "Because just look at how he was raised!" Ginny exploded. "He has been picked on and bullied all his life! By his own family, no less! Why would he ever inflict the same on someone else, when he knows how it feels?!"
Dean became quiet, and it seemed as though he had no answer to give her.
Ginny huffed, and yet again, tried to calm herself down...
How had the conversation already gotten this out of hand, when she had only asked one question?
"What is your problem with Harry?" Ginny asked her second question, knowing that it was a dangerous one to ask him, while he was already so one edge.
Dean rolled his eyes heavily at this question. "Isn't it obvious? You had feelings for him for how many years? Plus, it's the way that he looks at you, Ginny! It looks as though he's one moment away from jumping your bones!"
Ginny was, quite frankly, taken aback by this obvious delusion. So, shaking her head, she dismissed what he had just said. "You're honestly just imagining things."
Though a little voice in her head whispered that she wished what Dean was saying had been the truth...
"I'm not lying!" Dean raged. "It honestly makes me sick, the way that he looks at you!"
"It can't possibly be true, Dean. And you want to know why?!" Ginny exclaimed, getting more and more emotional as she thought on what she was going to say. "Because, I had confessed my feelings to Harry last Christmas. And you know what? He rejected me. What does that tell you?!"
A single tear managed to escape from her eye, and Ginny hastily brushed it off of her cheek. Now feeling vulnerable, with the need to hide her face.
They sat there quiet, as they both thought on what Ginny had just said.
"So, given the chance, you would rather be with him than me, wouldn't you?" Dean asked, a hardness to his tone. As though he already knew the answer to his question.
Ginny found that she couldn't answer right away, somehow having lost her voice...
"...This isn't about me that we were talking about..." Ginny said quietly, not able to say the truth out loud.
Dean glared down at her from her reply. "That means yes."
Getting angry once more, Ginny glared right back. "You want to know a truth?! There was a reason why I chose to be with you! I saw something in you that I like. But this jealousy... this rage... it really makes it difficult for me to remember what it was I initially saw in you in the first place!"
Dean was starting to shake with his anger. "You want a reason?! How's this for a reason?!"
With that he forcefully pulled her to him, planting his lips on hers.
It was just a terrible as she remembered, Dean's kiss. It was too harsh... too bruising... not at all like the soft, warm kiss that she had always desired a kiss to be.
Ginny struggled against him, but Dean held on tight, molding his lips around hers.
It was then that a flash of light burst at Dean's back, and she swore that she heard Harry's voice, right before the curse hit.
"Everte Statum!"
Dean instantly fell over as though a great force pushed him to the ground. Forcing his grip and lips away from Ginny.
For a moment, Ginny could only stare wide-eyed at the boy lying below her... before her eyes flashed up in search for a boy with raven hair...
But he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Instead, her brother, Ron, was striding towards them, full of fury as his hand fisted his wand. Ready for the aim...
"Oy! What the bloody hell did you think you were doing to my sister?!" Ron yelled as he came closer, looking about ready to take Dean's eyes out.
Seeing her brother's outrage took Ginny out of her stupor, and she quickly stood, and whipped out her wand.
And with shaking fury, she pointed her wand at Dean, and performed her strongest Bat Bogey Hex to date. So strong, that it wasn't bats that came out of Dean's nose, but black cats...
Ron had stumbled to a halt, fury no longer on his face... only shock sand awe.
It all became too much for her to be there. She was... she was overwhelmed. Had been for the last few days, but only now was it catching up to her.
But overall, she was so. Fucking. Mad!
Ginny stormed off towards the castle without another thought... wanting, more than anything in that moment, to be alone...
...
Harry watched as Ginny stormed away, looking more furious than he had ever seen her.
Harry felt the urge to immediately follow her, but Felix told him then that it was a good idea to cancel Ginny's Bogey hex on Dean.
Ron had already run ahead to catch up with Ginny, yelling for her to wait.
After canceling the hex, Dean instantly scrambled to his feet and with a coughing fit, ran after Ginny, as well.
Felix told Harry to run as well, so Harry ran...
It took him a little while to catch up, and when he did Ginny was already muttering the password to be let inside, Dean was hovering right behind her, apologizing profusely. While Ron had stopped trying to console his sister, and was looking all around the corridor, searching for Harry, no doubt.
Suddenly, Felix whispered another suggestion in his mind, and Harry jumped to action.
As soon as Dean reached out to help Ginny through the portrait door -
Harry crept up next to Ginny under his invisibility cloak, and went through the portrait door with her, brushing by her and causing her to stumble.
Ginny righted herself, before turning fiery eyes toward Dean - who still had his hand outstretched in front of him. Her ferocity was at an all time high.
"Did you really just push me through the door?" Ginny hissed, slow and low. While Harry marveled at her beautiful anger.
Ginny was magnificent. She was a vengeful goddess.
"What?" Dean asked, looking genuinely confused. "No... no, I didn't. I was just helping you through, is all!"
Felix told Harry to quietly go over and sit in the chair next to the fire. Harry did so - unnoticed by everyone who was intently watching the dramatic scene in front of the portrait door - and slipped off his invisibility cloak, watching the scene with everyone else.
"I felt you push me!" Ginny exclaimed, the tone of her voice rising.
"I told you that I didn't!" Dean yelled back, starting to get just as angry as Ginny. "You're just sour because Harry went and ruined our day!"
Felix told Harry that now was the time to speak.
"Really...?" Harry spoke loudly from his corner by the fire. All eyes in the common room automatically landed on him. The students close to him were surprised to see him sitting there. Even Ron was surprised, judging by his face as he gaped at him through the open portrait door...
Harry stared evenly at Dean, who's anger was momentarily forgotten by his surprise. "And what exactly did I do, Dean? Give someone a concussion, perhaps? That's been known to ruin a person's day... or even force them into the hospital wing for a week."
Immediately, all their classmates broke into whispers amongst one another, wondering if it was really true that Dean was responsible for Harry's stay in the hospital wing...
For a moment, Dean looked at a loss of what to say. Ginny, herself, had yet to take her wide eyes off of Harry, a fact that immensely pleased him.
Felix told Harry to wait for Dean to speak, before he said anything more, so Harry waited. With pursed lips and a raised eyebrow, Harry merely stared and waited.
Finally, frustration at the situation Dean found himself in, caught up to him. "You know what I'm talking about! You hexed me outside! I know it was you! I recognized your voice!"
"All that I've seen Harry do today was pass out muffins in the corridor for the D.A." Lavender spoke up from the other side of the room, her eyes soaking up all of the drama in front of her. "And from what I understand, that's all he's done all day..."
Harry fought the urge to smile, as his alibi was finally put out on the table.
Suddenly, Harry's eyes locked with Ginny's and he tried to convey all the emotions he was feeling through his eyes. It seemed to snap Ginny out of her trance, and she turned to Dean with a newfound anger within her.
"Besides, if Harry had been the one to curse you, I can't say that it wasn't unwelcome." Ginny said, coolly.
Dean's eyes bugged out as he dropped his glare on Harry to whip his attention to Ginny. "What's that supposed to mean?!"
"You know as well as I do how forced that kiss was, Dean."
Dean gaped at her, obviously not understanding what she meant. "What are you talking about?! I was only trying to show you how passionate I am!"
Ginny's face reddened, and her body started to shake. And Harry knew that Ginny had finally reached her boiling point.
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I BOTHER WITH YOU!" Ginny yelled in his face, then she whipped around and headed for the Girls Dormitory stairs.
"What's that supposed to imply?!" Dean yelled after her.
Ginny stopped and turned to face him at the top of the stairs. Her eyes wild with fury, and her magic making her fiery, red hair float around her. As though she were caught in the wind.
Harry lost his breath at the sight of her then.
Ginny Weasley was, quite literally, breathtaking.
"It means, that. WE. ARE. DONE."
As she said the words, it was as though a chill of ice swept over the room.
All that Harry knew, was that he was captivated.
Ginny turned, and left, disappearing around another bend of stairs. But her words remained behind, echoing in everyone's ears. Until they seemed to finally catch up to Dean, as the shock wore off and the deepest look of misery and regret overtook his entire body.
Almost as though on cue, the entire room burst into gossip and comments on what just happened.
Harry stood from his seat, and made his way over to Ron, who had beckoned him over enthusiastically.
Dean seemed to still be in shock, as he didn't make any move or comment as Harry passed by him - instead he stared blankly at the stairs Ginny just disappeared from.
Ron suddenly grabbed him by wrapping a brotherly hug around his shoulders. "That was bloody brilliant!" Ron whispered with as much excitement he could muster with such a small voice.
Harry smiled brilliantly at his best mate, and held up his hand for Ron to clap hands with. "It was, wasn't it...? Nice work we did, huh, mate?"
And while Harry was smiling on the outside, on the inside, he was itching to leave the common room...
He didn't need Felix to tell him where he should be at that moment...
So, he slouched and faked sudden fatigue, his hand caressing his head.
Immediately, Ron's expression grew alarmed. "What is it?! Your concussion?" Ron's eyes flashed and focused on Harry's scar. "It's not Voldemort, is it?"
Harry shook his head, and replied, "No... I just got really tired all of a sudden. I think I might be a side effect of the potion..."
Ron's concern diminished, but didn't disappear. "Why don't you go upstairs and sleep, mate. Looks like you need it."
Harry tried not to smile as Ron said just what he wanted him to say.
"I think that I'll do that..." Harry yawned.
Then he headed for the Boys Dormitory stairs, aware of all the eyes watching him - whispering and asking questions of what part he played in the dramatic scene that had just unfolded in front of them.
As soon as Harry got to their dorm, he ran straight for his broom, but before mounting it, Felix reminded him to close his bed curtains and place a sticking charm on them.
A moment later, he was on his broom and in the air, only one destination in mind.
When he made it to her window, he tapped hesitantly on it, unsure if she would even want to see him.
He may have luck on his side, but Felix didn't suggest that he come here... that was a decision made up entirely on his own.
It took a moment before the rustling of curtains pushed out of the way, and there she was.
Ginny Weasley. The girl he loved... who looked so lost and confused.
Harry motioned for her to let him in, and, after a moment of hesitance, she opened the window.
Harry slowly flew in and landed, before turning to face her.
Her face looked guarded, as though she had constructed a wall between them that she was hesitant to break down.
Harry took two steps closer, before stopping, and reaching into his pocket - pulling out the bag of remaining muffins.
"I wasn't sure if you'd be hungry..." Harry said, as he reached into the bag with his other hand and pulled out the muffin.
Ginny stared at the muffin in his hand with so much emotion, before suddenly breaking down into heaving sobs.
She launched herself forward, and Harry opened his arms just in time to catch her.
Her hand fisted the shirt he wore under his robes, as she cried into his chest, Harry's hand holding her head there. While keeping her body steady with his own.
Her tears soaked the front of his clothing, and Harry slowly led them over to her bed, where he pulled away from her just long enough to lay down, and to guide her to lay on top of him.
Ginny clung to him tightly, as she cried, and Harry said no words as she worked out all of the emotion out of her system.
Instead, he gave her a physical comfort by his fingers running through her hair, and small pecks to her forehead.
Eventually, Ginny's breathing started to calm, and her hand slowly came up to take the muffin from him.
Harry couldn't see her face, so he could only listen as she ate, her chewing only interrupted by the odd sniffle or shuttering sigh.
After the first, Harry reached into the bag and grabbed her another. And after that, another one... and so on, until they were all gone.
After she had finished the last, the sky was darkening to twilight, and Harry used his wand to action his broom and close her bed curtains.
They lay in silence in the dark, just listening to the other breath... feeling the other's heart beat.
Until Harry spoke the first words since he had first offered her the food.
"I really missed you, Gin..." He whispered to ceiling of her canopy.
Ginny didn't respond at first, instead turning her face more into his shoulder, pressing her nose into the crook of his neck.
Until, finally, she whispered back, "I missed you, too."
Harry smiled to the canopy above, and wrapped his arm tighter around her. And he closed his eyes, feeling the most content with her pressed up against him.
And it was as he felt the effects of the Felix Felicis potion leave him, did Ginny whisper brokenly into his shoulder, "I think I want to be single for a long while..."
Harry's eyes shot open wide, while Ginny breathing slowed, and she fell into a deep slumber.
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