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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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Chapter Three
Harry's jumbled thoughts wondered at all that Dumbledore had told him. They had just apparated to the Burrow not long ago, after going to see his soon-to-be new teacher, Horace Slughorn.
Was Professor Dumbledore really going to teach him private lessons this year after he had blatantly ignored him all of the year before?
And what he had told Harry about telling his friends of the prophecy… Harry wasn't entirely sure. A large part of him wanted to tell them, but the smaller part just didn't really know the words.
How did he work up the courage to tell his friends that it is his destiny to kill or be killed by Voldemort? He could barely wrap his own brain around the fact.
Harry sighed. When Dumbledore told him to tell his friends, he really only meant Ron and Hermione. But Harry found that he not only wanted to confide in his oldest friends, but in Ginny as well.
After Ginny had confessed her feelings to him the previous year, they had agreed to be only friends. As he wasn't attracted to Ginny and he also had feelings for Cho.
At the thought of Cho, Harry couldn't help but cringe. After a very wet and disastrous kiss, as well as a horrible first date, Harry realized that he knew nothing about Cho and he didn't fancy her after all. He had only liked her because he thought that she was pretty.
But once he got past her pretty face, all that he saw were tears and possessiveness. A fact that made Harry cringe yet again as he remembered Cho's jealousy when it came to Hermione.
But he and Ginny ended up becoming close friends. He still marveled at how easily she came out of her shell when she wasn't burdened by her crush on him. As well as how much they had in common. Harry actually found Ginny to be quite hilarious, and found himself in many situations where he had been laughing uproariously at her Umbridge impersonation. As well as the way she often took the mickey out on Ron.
He remembered the first time that he had witnessed Ginny perform her famous bat bogey hex. Malfoy had seen them walking to the dining hall together and teased them about being a couple. Ginny didn't even hesitate in hexing him, and bats came flying out of his nose.
It left Harry both in awe and in fear of her. When she later got detention for it, she had claimed that she was proud to serve it only so she could put the 'ferret git in his place'.
It was just after the Christmas holiday when she had started dating Michael Corner. And while Harry was glad to see her happy, he thought that she deserved someone better than a bloke like Corner. At the time, Harry marveled at how quickly he had become protective of Ginny. But he reasoned that it was normal for friends to want the best for their friends.
And then she had been there for him during the battle of the Department of Mysteries… Harry's mood plummeted at the thought of losing Sirius, but he quickly pushed the thought aside, not wanting to dwell on it.
He remembered at how adamant she was in joining him to the ministry when he thought that the Death Eaters had Sirius.
He still couldn't believe that she had been willing to risk her life to join him in battle. He definitely didn't see himself as worth it.
But apparently, she does…
So how could he betray such unwavering loyalty by excluding her from learning the truth of the prophecy. The very reason they had the battle in the Department of Mysteries in the first place.
It wouldn't be right not to tell her when she had risked her life in battle over the stupid globe.
So, Harry resolved that he would tell his friends… all three of them. And he walked up to the Burrow's front door.
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"HARRY!" The shouts of his name startled Harry awake. He was lying in Fred and George's room, as they were staying in the apartment above the joke shop.
Harry's hands scrambled to put on his glasses, and once they were on, he saw clear images of Ron and Hermione before him.
They all greeted each other warmly, and Harry told them how Dumbledore had only needed him to convince Professor Slughorn out of retirement. A tidbit of information that interested Hermione, of course.
"So, um, did Slughorn seem like he would be a good teacher?" Hermione asked.
"Don't know," Harry replied, "Can't be worse than Umbridge…"
Suddenly, the door opened and a lilting, feminine voice came from the hallway. "I know someone who is worse than Umbridge…"
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. A girl came into the room. And what a girl she was... She had long, wavy red hair that stretched down her back. Wide, brown eyes that looked huge on her slender face. And curves that complimented her tiny waist.
She was the most beautiful girl that Harry had ever seen. And she was standing in the middle of his temporary room, while he was still in his pajamas, and undoubtedly with a very untidy head of hair.
Just at the sight of her, he felt himself twitch inside of his pajama bottoms. A fact he desperately was trying to control, lest he embarrassed himself.
The girl suddenly smiled at him, though and it made his heart stutter, his loose pants becoming even less loose, and his ears started to redden.
"Hi, Harry." She said in greeting.
He couldn't believe that this gorgeous girl was greeting him with a hello. Like they were old friends.
"What's up with you?" Ron asked the girl, exasperation in his voice. Harry turned gob smacked towards Ron. He couldn't believe that his best mate could treat such a beauty with such distain and annoyance.
"It's her!" The girl replied, frustration evident in her voice. The girl easily diverted Harry's attention back to her. "She's driving me mad."
"What's she done now?" Hermione asked, annoyance also tinged in her voice.
"It's the way she talks to me, you would think that I was about three!" The girl exclaimed, while Harry was left thinking how anyone could mistake such a stunning, young woman as a child when she clearly wasn't one.
"I know…" Hermione sighed, with a roll of her eyes. "She's so full of herself."
"Can't you two lay off of her for five seconds?!" Ron exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Defend her. We all know that you can't get enough of her." The girl said with a dramatic roll of her eyes and an accusatory tone in her voice.
Harry didn't know who had upset the girl, but a part of him wanted to find who was responsible and make them right the wrong that they had done to the girl.
He suddenly had the urge to get to the bottom of this, just so he could see the girl smile at him again.
"Who are you-" He had been about to ask.
The door opened again, and Harry recognized Fleur Delacour coming in with a breakfast tray for him.
"'Arry!" Fleur exclaimed and set the tray down as she kissed both of his cheeks. Harry peaked a glance at the red-headed girl and was surprised to see a sour look directed at Fleur.
Mrs. Weasley stormed in then. "There was no need to bring up the tray, I was just about to do so myself." Mrs. Weasley said, angrily.
"Eet was no trouble," Fleur said, then she turned back to Harry, "I've been longing to see you. You remember my sister, Gabrielle? She never stops talking about 'Arry Potter. She will be delighted to see you again!"
He could see the beautiful girl mock gag in the background behind Fleur. And he had to stifle and smirk.
"Oh… Is she here too?" Harry asked, hesitantly, hoping that the young French girl wasn't.
"No! No, silly boy!" Fleur exclaimed. "I mean next summer when we – but, do you not know?" She asked, surprise showing over her entire face.
"We haven't got around to telling him yet…" Mrs. Weasley half-heartedly tried to reassure.
"Bill and I are going to be married!" Fleur exclaimed, excitement shining in her gaze. But Harry couldn't help but notice that she was the only one excited, as everyone else in the room had a sour look on their faces.
"Oh!" Harry said, awkwardly, "Uh, congratulations."
To which Fleur grinned in reply, before turning to leave the room.
"Well, enjoy your breakfast, 'Arry!" She called over her shoulder.
They were all silent for a beat, before the stunning girl broke the silence. She looked directly at Mrs. Weasley and said, "You hate her."
"I do not hate her," Mrs. Weasley denied, "I just think that they've hurried into this engagement, that's all."
"They've known each other a year…" Ron argued.
"Well, that's not very long." Mrs. Weasley countered. "I know why it's happened, of course. It's all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back. People might think that they are dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of decisions that they normally take time over. It was the same the last time he was powerful. People eloping, left, right, and center."
"Including you…" The girl replied, knowingly. And Harry wondered how she knew such a thing. Was she a relative to the Weasleys who was visiting for the summer? It would explain much with why she was here, as well as the fact that she had red hair.
Harry found that he hoped that she came to visit for every summer from now on... Or to just not leave at all.
Suddenly a fantasy of him showing the beautiful, new girl around Hogwarts came to mind. He would be the best tour guide that she could find, undoubtedly. At least he would try to be. He had yet to utter a single word directly to the girl. And he didn't even know her name...
"Yes, well, Arthur and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?" Mrs. Weasley stressed, "Whereas Bill and Fleur, what have they really got in common? He's a hard-working, down-to-earth sort of person, whereas she's-"
"A cow." The girl seethed slowly, and it took all that Harry had not to choke from what she had said. He found her obvious dislike for Fleur interesting, and her reactions to the French girl hilarious. "But Bill's not that down-to-earth. He's a Curse-Breaker, isn't he? He likes a bit of adventure, a bit of glamour. That's why he's gone for Phlem…"
He couldn't help himself, he laughed uproariously at the nickname that the girl gave Fleur. Everyone in the room turned to look at him, as he held his sides together so tight, that it hurt. There was a smidge of amusement in Hermione's eyes, and annoyance in Ron's as he noticed that Harry was taking the opposite side than his. But as Harry looked up at the gorgeous girl that he was quickly becoming obsessed with staring at, he could see the obvious approval all over her face as she looked at him.
He felt his spirits lift high at the look that she gave him. And he knew that he had somehow won her favor. His laughter calmed quickly after that, and he beamed at her with his winning smile.
That was when he noticed Mrs. Weasley was staring at him with a bewildered expression. "My goodness, Harry. Are you alright?"
At the concern for his well-being, Harry felt his entire face start to darken to a Weasley red. "Yes, yes. I'm fine. Just thought what she said was funny…" Harry muttered, embarrassed.
Mrs. Weasley's face twisted with lines of disapproval. "It was no such thing." Then she turned her hard eyes on the girl. "And honestly, you need to stop calling her that, Ginny."
Ginny… Ginny… Ginny…
The name seemed to echo in his ears before it finally made purchase in his thoughts. Then Harry froze. His entire mind had stopped functioning at any high level, as he stared after Mrs. Weasley in complete shock as she left. He briefly recalled Mrs. Weasley telling him to eat his eggs before they got cold, but he didn't reply to her and she left just after that.
He slowly turned his eyes away from the door, and they shifted until they landed on the girl. Ginny…
This girl - the girl that just made his pants too tight, the girl who had just made him laugh in a way he rarely did anymore, the girl who made butterflies dance in the pit of his stomach and made him beam with happiness just from a smile directed at him – This girl was Ginny Weasley.
He could hardly believe it. Little Ginny Weasley…
Not so little anymore, is she now? His thoughts spoke back to him, as his eyes drifted down to appraise her lithe body. And as he stared at her, he felt something else become not so little anymore.
What was happening?! What had happened to her? To Ginny. When had she become, uh, so grownup?
His dick twitched once again as he stared at her breasts, and he felt himself grow to full-mast. Harry started to panic. He was getting turned on by Ginny Weasley in a room with her brother sitting in it. And he was wearing nothing but flimsy pajama pants and boxers to cover that fact.
He thanked his lucky stars that he was still sitting in bed, the comforter covering his lap. Or otherwise Ron would surely kill him…
What was happening to him? He wasn't supposed to fancy Ginny. Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley are supposed to be friends, and nothing more. He had made sure of that…
But then why was he already imagining what she looked like without all of her clothes on…?
No, no, no, no, no! This was all wrong. So very, very wrong.
But as Harry looked at her, he wondered if it really was wrong. What was so bad about fancying Ginny Weasley? In fact, Harry could see many benefits indeed. His cock sure knew what he liked, that was for sure…
As he thought of said appendage, he was reminded at how hard he was… it was starting to get rather painful.
It was then that Mrs. Weasley returned and demanded that Ginny joined her in the kitchen.
"I'm busy talking to this lot!" Ginny complained, an adorable scowl of annoyance gracing her features.
"Now, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley hissed, and turned back out the door.
Ginny sighed and turned back to them. "It's just that she doesn't want to be alone with Phlem, is all." She said sourly, before strutting out the door.
Harry was saddened to see her leave, but he could definitely appreciate how she walked away. His arousal was testament to that...
When Ginny left, Harry immediately voiced his need to be alone to get ready for the day, before either Ron or Hermione could start in on a long conversation.
They both have him weird looks at his abruptness before getting up and leaving him blessedly alone.
Harry heard the door click behind them, and he waited a solid minute after they had gone before whipping back the covers, and sticking his hand down his pajamas.
As soon as his hand made purchase on his length, he let out a long, hearty groan.
Harry had never been this turned on ever... In fact, Harry rarely ever masturbated. Not even when he liked Cho.
There were many reasons why he hadn't. One was that he spent most of the year in a crowded dorm of boys. Which he knew that his dorm mates still wanked every now and then, but it didn't make it any less awkward. He specifically remembered one instance where Neville had been caught beating it off, and Seamus, Dean, and Ron would not stop pestering him about who he thought about while doing it… Harry had felt extremely embarrassed on behalf of the timid Gryffindor, and resolved that the resulting embarrassment just wasn't worth it in the end.
Another reason was that Harry always seemed to have some worry on his mind, and a quick wank hardly seemed important compared to everything that had happened the last five years. He already had lost many nights to nightmares.
And lastly, he never really had any motivation to wank. As in, no ammunition for his spank bank.
Well, he certainly had no troubles with that now...
His mind easily conjured many fantasies of him and Ginny together. They were all very tantalizing, and made his mouth water. Before he finally settled on one image of her long, red hair draped around her face, as she sensually teased his cock with her tongue.
With what Harry knew of Ginny, he knew that she was quick with her tongue, and sassy with her fiery personality. Somehow, he just knew that she would be a tease…
In his daydream, Ginny had given up with using her tongue, and she started peppering kisses all over his length, as dream Harry begged her to do more.
Dream Ginny smirked at him with a tantalizing smile, before finally complying and taking his length into her mouth.
Harry's hand moved faster at the thought, and he couldn't help but let out a long groan, as tingles of sensations started to form in the pit of his stomach.
Suddenly, the door banged open in a rush....
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