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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 Thirty-Two
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A buzzing sound rang all around Harry as his tempus alarm woke him up. Startled by the abrupt noise that shook him from his dream, Harry grappled for his wand to cancel the charm.
As soon as he did, Harry dropped his wand on the bed beside him and groaned out loud. He rubbed at his tired eyes and stretched his whole body in a way that was reminiscent of a cat waking up from a long nap.
Harry was exhausted. That much he knew. But the trouble was, he couldn't remember why he was so tired in the first place...
It had only been five hours earlier, when he had stumbled into his dormitory and into bed... where he had promptly fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Why exactly had he stayed up so late?
Then, Harry's eyes snapped open as he remembered...
Last night in the Great Hall, Ginny had kissed him. Then he had frantically flew after her on his broom long after she ran away, and kissed her back! And sweet Merlin, if it wasn't the best kiss of his life!
And then something else came back to his memory...
Ginny... she was his girlfriend...!
A large, goofy grin stretched across his face. Ginny Weasley was his girlfriend! He could hardly believe it!
Suddenly, all of his tiredness vanished due to the giddiness that he felt, as well as the butterflies bouncing around in his stomach. And he couldn't suppress the grin as he thought of the reason why he had been so tired to begin with. They had stayed up late into the night, spending the time snogging the hours away... Sure, they should have probably spent that time talking through some things to get the clarification that they each needed, but Harry found that it was nearly impossible to stop kissing those pouty lips now that he was actually allowed to. And as soon as he would pull away from her - so that they could catch their breath - he would take one look at her swollen, thoroughly-snogged lips and her flushed face, and found that he couldn't resist leaning in and claiming those lips again.
And Ginny must have felt the same way, if the pulling of his hair had been any indication... One look in the mirror last night before bed told him that his hair had never looked messier after the treatment Ginny inflicted on his locks with her fingers.
Just the memory of her heavy breath, her sweet taste, the way her tongue brushed against his, served to harden his already hardening cock.
He had been unbelievably rigid in his trousers last night while snogging Ginny. And she had been so close, pressed so tight to him, that Harry found it to be a miracle that he hadn't accidentally brushed against his length.
But now wasn't the time to beat off... not when he could be spending this time with his girlfriend.
No one was aware that they were the even together, and Harry planned on rectifying that soon. But first, he wanted a little bit of private time with his beautiful, Ginger Firecracker.
Harry grinned as he shot out of bed, eager to get dressed so that he could go downstairs to find his gorgeous red-head. And as he changed into his school uniform, Harry marveled at the simple fact at how wonderful it felt to be able to refer to Ginny as 'his' in his thoughts and actually have it be true.
Bounding down the stairs, Harry waited near the foot of the Girls staircase. But not too close to be seen as hovering by any of his peers.
Time passed by agonizingly as he continued to wait... At one point, Ron had emerged down the stairs and asked Harry if he had wanted to join him for breakfast. But Harry had declined joining his friend, and with a flush, revealed that he was waiting for Ginny.
Ron seemed pleased by this and clapped Harry on the back in a congratulatory manner, before leaving for the Great Hall, his stomach leading him to the awaiting food.
More time passed and the common room became steadily cleared out of more students. Until, it came to the point where Harry had to admit defeat and assumed that he had already missed Ginny before he had come down to wait for her.
She had probably been waiting for him at the Gryffindor table...
Harry tried not to be disappointed at not seeing Ginny, but it was difficult as he thought of how he had truly wanted to spend his morning. Which was to find a broom closet with Ginny and see if he could cause her lips to swell again with his kisses...
Harry sighed, before pushing off the chair he had been leaning against and trudged out of the common room, making his way to his first class of the day.
For the rest of the morning, Harry had tried to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend in between classes. But he had been unsuccessful so far, and that was the reason behind his ever-worsening mood.
Some part of him wanted to at least see her, if only for a brief second. Just so he could reaffirm that last night hadn't been a dream. That it had been real and that Ginny really, truly was his girlfriend. But, as per usual, luck wasn't on his side, and he found himself wishing that he had another vial of Felix Felicis.
It was as he sat himself down at his place in the Charms classroom next to Ron, did his best mate finally ask him if anything was wrong.
Harry swallowed and licked his chapped lips before asking, hesitantly, "Y-You haven't seen your sister anywhere, perchance, have you?"
Ron frowned at him before shaking his head. "No... I thought that you spent time with her this morning?"
Harry shook his head, trying not to look in too deeply into the fact that Ginny hadn't been in the Great Hall that morning... "I never saw her in the common room. And I haven't seen her in the halls between classes."
Ron shrugged nonchalantly. "She probably went to the kitchens for breakfast this morning. You know that she developed a soft spot for Dobby since you gave her access to free food any time that she wanted."
Ron's words caused Harry to feel slightly better. It was true that Ginny loved to go down to the kitchens. But he was left slightly disappointed that she would rather go there than to spend time with him before classes. But he shook off the feeling immediately. He would see Ginny before the end of the day. He would make sure of it.
Behind him, he heard a scoff and both Ron and Harry turned to see Hermione sitting behind them. Harry hadn't even noticed that she had come in. "You two both know that house elves shouldn't have to wait on your beck and call just because you happen to know of the entrance to the kitchens. This is precisely why we need S.P.E.W! I'll be having some words with Ginny about going there and-"
"Lay off it, Hermione!" Ron interrupted, aggravated. "For the last time, house elves like work! It's households like the Malfoys that they don't like."
Hermione had been about to argue, before Harry intervened. "You haven't seen Ginny, have you, Hermione?"
Hermione paused, before shaking her head. "Sorry, Harry. I haven't. But if I do, I'll let her know that you are looking for her."
Hermione hesitated briefly before asking, "So, how did it go last night?"
This question piqued Ron's interest as well, and both of his best mates stared as Harry's face started to flush scarlet. And despite his worries about Ginny's whereabouts, Harry couldn't help but grin slightly as he was reminded of the night before.
Seeing Harry's smile, caused both of his friends to grin in return.
"Congrats, mate!" Ron said. "Though I would say that it was about damn time..."
"Ronald!" Hermione warned as the curse fled Ron's mouth. Before she turned excited eyes on Harry. "Tell me everything! Did you kiss her? Did you tell her that you fancy her? Is she your girlfriend now? Are you-"
But Hermione hadn't the chance to finish her questioning, nor did Harry have the chance to answer any. Because at that moment, Professor Flitwick chose to walk in through the door.
"Turn to chapter Thirty-two in your text, please." He said in a pleasant tone and the class obeyed.
On top of the desk, Harry opened his textbook to the respective page. But silently, he reached into his knapsack and pulled out another book... a different book.
Underneath his desk, Harry stealthily opened the book he had placed on his lap, and silently tried to flip through the pages as Flitwick began his lecture.
Every so often, his eyes would flit down to see if he had made it to the right page. Until, finally, he made it to the section that he had been looking for...
THE MYTHOS OF RETURNING THE DEAD TO THE LIVING:
Resurrection of the dead has been a subject that had been studied by many wizards and witches for centuries. And most have come to the conclusion that there is no magical way of returning the dead, after many years of speculation and research. Despite this, there are still wizards that come forward with new ideas to return the dead. Despite none of these ideas ever being successful, one can't help but wonder when the right witch or wizard will come along with the right idea. As we explore into some of these ideas, we can see that-
"Mr. Potter!"
Harry jumped in his seat, rattling where his book rested on his thighs, causing it to tumble to the floor with a resounding thud.
All the heads of everyone in the classroom turned towards him... eyes staring as they watched Harry's cheeks started to darken in embarrassment from the sudden, unwanted attention.
He could almost physically feel the hard, disapproving stare Hermione was giving to the back of his head.
Professor Flitwick's eyes flitted down to the book that had dropped for a brief moment, before snapping back up to Harry - a look of critical disappointment on his face. "Perhaps," Professor Flitwick began with a disapproving tone. "If you were to pay more attention to the lesson than your casual reading, Mr. Potter, you would hear me when I call on you for answers."
Harry looked down at his hands, embarrassed by the public reprimand. "S-Sorry, Professor. It won't happen again..."
Professor Flitwick sighed, his disappointment in Harry clear on his face. "Not as sorry as I am... Detention tonight, Mr. Potter. You can review the chapter that we just covered then."
Harry's mouth fell open, wanting to protest, but knowing that he shouldn't... that it would only result in worse punishment for him if he argued. And besides... he was in the wrong... he hadn't been paying attention.
Harry slumped in his chair, defeated, and gave a mute nod of acceptance. Professor Flitwick gave a curt nod in return before turning back to the rest of the class, continuing his lecture. And though Harry had just been called out for not paying attention, Harry found his thoughts drifting, far away from listening to the words Professor Flitwick was saying...
It felt like a long time later before the class finally ended, a fact that Harry was glad for as he stood and collected his things to put in his knapsack.
"Mr. Potter, could you stay behind for a moment?" Professor Flitwick's voice came from the front of the class.
Harry sighed, his eyes still glued to the door that he wanted to escape through... to get the chance to finally find and greet his girlfriend for the day before they had to separate for their next classes...
His shoulders slumped and he turned towards his Professor and nodded mutely, before stepping closer to the front of the classroom.
Harry stopped in front of the desk that Professor Flitwick was sitting at, which was an abnormally large size for the small man.
Professor Flitwick folded his hands together, staring evenly at Harry - in a way that caused Harry to fidget from the gaze. Finally, Flitwick released his breath and spoke, "Harry, I couldn't help but notice how... distracted you've become in my classes, lately. Today certainly wasn't the first time that I caught you with a book underneath your desk, but it is the first day that I have called you out on it."
Harry's face flushed crimson at the realization that he hadn't been as stealthy as he thought he was being.
"Now, I realize that I've been showing an unfair amount of favoritism towards you. An occurrence that can no longer go on. But I must ask, is there something that seems to be bothering you, Harry? Any trouble that you need my assistance on?"
As Harry stared at his Professor, he was tempted... Tempted to blurt out his troubles with his research. Tempted to ask the Professor if he knew anything about resurrection. But Harry had to bite his tongue. It couldn't get out to any more people that Harry had the coveted Resurrection Stone in his possession. Because if more people found out, it wouldn't just be Voldemort hunting him down...
So Harry shook his head. "No, Professor. I've just been researching into new topics for the next D.A. meeting. But it won't happen again, I promise." Harry lied.
Flitwick stared at Harry for a moment, before nodding himself. "Alright, Mr. Potter. You best be off then to get to your next class. You'll get instructions for your detention at dinner."
Harry nodded morosely, before turning to the door. But halfway to it, Harry paused and turned back to the Professor. "T-Thanks for your concern, Professor."
Flitwick smiled slightly as he waved off his thanks, and Harry turned back to the door.
As soon as he stepped out of the Charms classroom, however, it was to find someone waiting for him...
"Hello, Harry. Might we have a small chat?"
Harry stared at her, mild confusion and bewilderment at her wanting to have a conversation with him. "Er... sure?"
Meyetta smiled at him and beckoned him closer to the wall that she was propped against, which was opposite of the Charms classroom door.
Harry frowned slightly and his eyebrows drew together, wondering what it was that Ginny's roommate had to say to him. But Harry didn't let the contemplation stop him from stepping closer anyways, and it was as he settled himself against the wall next to her, when a thought came to him. Was this about Ginny? Was she sick? Or in trouble? Harry worriedly stressed over these worrisome ideas before a worse thought took root in his mind...
Did Ginny now regret getting together with him? And because of that regret, did she send Meyetta to end things with him on Ginny's behalf?
Harry felt his muscles tense at the thought as panic started to grow within him.
It would explain why he hadn't been able to find Ginny this morning... Perhaps, in the light of day, she was now ashamed of what happened. And because of that, maybe Ginny was avoiding him...
There was a part of him that wanted to deny it, but there was also a stray thought that reminded him that Ginny had avoided him before...
When Harry didn't say anything else after settling next to her, Meyetta chose to speak first.
"I-It's about Ginny." Meyetta said nervously, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. And it seemed that she wasn't quite able to meet Harry's eye for longer than a couple of seconds before they would shift to the side or the floor.
At the confirmation that what she had to talk about with him was, in fact, about Ginny - Harry felt a tightening in his chest as he tried to remind himself not to panic prematurely before she had even revealed anything. "Wh-what about Ginny?"
Harry stared at the fifth-year girl in front of him with imploring eyes, hoping against hope that what she said next wouldn't completely shatter his heart to pieces. The girl in question seemed to fidget under his intense gaze and looked to her shuffling feet. "Well... I thought that you ought to know - that you had a right to know - before you got in too deep with her..."
'Too late for that...' Harry thought in response. He was in so deep with Ginny Weasley that he hadn't the hope of ever finding his way out of the deep pit of feelings he had for her. There would always be a large part of his heart that lingered on Ginny Weasley. And there was nothing he could do to change that.
"At the party, after you had disappeared-" Harry's mind briefly questioned why she had noticed Harry's disappearance. "-Seamus, Lavender, the Patil twins, Josephine and I were getting a game of truth or dare together. We wanted a couple more players and Seamus didn't want to be the only bloke playing in our group... So, when I saw Ginny with Colin - who both looked well on their way to getting plastered - I knew that they would agree to play. And they did, but before we started the game, Seamus pulled out a potion bottle that he had gotten from Weasley's Wizard Weezes."
As Harry listened to the bizarre rambling the girl was disclosing to him, he wondered what the point of any of this was. Did she think that Harry would disapprove of Ginny drinking? Because Harry had no room to judge in that department...
"The potion was called an 'Integrity Potion', and it was used solely for games such as Truth or Dare. We each put a drop on our tongues and it would make us tell the truth or do the dare assigned to us. It wouldn't allow anything life-threatening, mind you, but it caused the players to have, well, integrity while playing."
Harry's eyes widened as he listened to Fred and George's invention. It sounded like a complex and extremely difficult potion to create, and Harry found himself impressed with the twins. And was glad, not for the first time, that he had invested his Tri-Wizard Tournament winnings towards the twins starting up their business.
"Seamus was dared to sing a love ballad to Hermione while stripping off his shirt, and it made him do it! His eyes glowed briefly and the potion made him get up and do the dare. After that, we were all a little afraid of doing dares, so we all started picking truth. Colin, for example, was asked why he took pictures of you, and he said that he used to have a crush on you and that he is gay."
Harry's jaw dropped at this revelation. But it wasn't the actual secret that shocked him the most - he had always had a suspicion about Colin from the way he always acted around Harry. But he was more shocked that the girl in front of him was so comfortable telling him someone else's personal business.
But before he had a chance to regain his composure and call her out on it, Meyetta continued speaking. "Ginny hadn't been chosen yet by the time it was my turn to spin the bottle. And when I did, it landed on her. For some reason, she decided to pick dare instead of truth... even after seeing Seamus go through his embarrassing display. So-So, I dared her to do something that she really didn't want to do..."
Harry waited, his eyebrows puckered as listened for what Ginny's dare had been.
"I dared her to kiss you in the Great Hall the next day."
Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise, momentarily, before they drew down as his mood darkened considerably...
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