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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-Three
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Ginny Weasley had overslept.
It was an accidental occurrence that happened to everyone at some point. But the only difference was, that usually the person who overslept felt some sort of guilt for not getting up in time.
Ginny didn't feel this at all...
Well...
Actually, she did feel guilty for forgetting to set her tempus alarm the night before. But the circumstances for her exhaustion to cause her to oversleep? She would never apologize to anyone for it.
So, it was as Ginny was whipping around her dorm room - trying to dress herself to look somewhat presentable - where she was trying, and failing, to suppress a secret grin on her lips.
She should be more focused on the fact that she had accidentally slept through most of her first class... but her mind couldn't help but stray to the night before... to Harry.
Her suppressed smile grew as she thought of him. Her mind replaying over and over to the way he had gone after her after she had run from the Great Hall... to how he hadn't been able to hold back his desire to kiss her when he had found her... and how afterwards, they had snogged for hours...!
She couldn't believe that Harry Potter, the boy she had fancied for five years, actually fancied her back!
Sure, there had always been a part of her that hoped that this day would come... the day where Harry would confess his undying love for her. But a large part of her always told herself that it would never happen. Because what would Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, ever see in frumpy, little Ginny Weasley?
And sure, he hadn't confessed his undying love to her last night, but the idea that it could one day happen didn't seem so ridiculous or far-fetched to her anymore. Not after he had confessed his fancy for her and asked her to be his girlfriend.
Forgetting to suppress her grin, Ginny was now outright beaming as she straightened her tie around her neck.
Because she, Ginny Weasley, was Harry Potter's girlfriend!
And damn it all to bloody smithereens if she wasn't exasperatingly happy about it!
Slipping her feet into her pair of Maryjanes, Ginny quickly left her dorm, feeling happier than she remembered being for quite some time.
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The rest of the morning dragged on in a quite agonizingly slow fashion. She had already sat through Transfiguration and History of Magic. But Ginny found herself not quite able to pay attention. Because it was sometime during Professor Binns' droning lecture, that Ginny realized with a start that Harry must think that she had blown him off this morning! Sure, they hadn't made any plans to meet each other before classes started for the day, but it was certainly implied… seeing as it was their first official day together as boyfriend and girlfriend!
She cursed herself internally as Professor Binns droned on about ogre wars. It was just what Harry and her needed...! More misunderstandings between them.
There were still so many obstacles between them that needed to be cleared away. Ginny had a deep desire to understand everything about Harry Potter... To be let into his mysterious mind, even the parts he hadn't ever dared to share with Ron and Hermione.
But Ginny wasn't daft. She knew that it would take more than just her title as his girlfriend to get Harry to open up about those things. The only things that would get Harry to talk to her about such things were time and trust. Both of which Ginny was willing to wait around for, even if it took years.
A slight smile grew to her lips as she thought about Harry being worth the wait. She had already waited five years for him to notice her... what was a few more? Especially if Ginny could spend that time snogging Harry in the meantime.
All that Ginny knew now was that she had to find Harry as soon as possible after class.
As soon as the bell rang and she stepped out of the door, however, Ginny realized that she didn't have to go all that far to find him.
Because leaning against the wall opposite of her classroom door, was Harry himself... seeming to be lost in thought as he waited.
Her heart stopped the second that she saw him, before it started to beat erratically in her chest. He really was so handsome... she was attracted to every part of him. From his shaggy, black hair and piercing, green eyes... down to his round glasses and lightning-bolt scar.
And he was all hers... it was a one-sided infatuation no longer. Because they belonged to each other.
Ginny couldn't help but grin widely at the thought and wasted no time in stepping closer to him.
"Harry!" She exclaimed, surprising herself slightly at how excited and pleased her own voice sounded.
Harry's attention snapped up to look at her, his eyes roaming her form as the slightest of smiles came to his lips.
Ginny paused short just before him. She had been about to invade his personal space and snog the living daylights out of him as her own form of a 'hello'. But something stopped her...
It was his eyes, she realized. They looked... worried.
"Hey, Gin." Harry said, pushing himself off of the wall slightly. Ginny relaxed slightly at his use of her nickname, telling herself that if he was still using it that he wasn't worried or upset with anything that had to do with her... right?
Harry lifted an exhausted hand up and ran it through his shaggy hair, causing it to look even more messy than before.
"Are you free?" He asked with a nervous hesitance. "There's something that I need to talk to you about that I think that you should know."
Panic overcame her instantly and her entire body froze as soon as she heard the words. He couldn't possibly... so soon?! What had she done to warrant this? Did he regret everything that he had told her last night?
These thoughts ran through her mind, but the panic kept her from voicing them, as she felt it physically constrict and take hold of her throat... But Harry must have seen the panic on her face, because he was immediately consoling.
"No!" Harry blurted out in alarm, before reaching forward to grab her hand. "It's not what you think. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about where you and I are concerned."
Ginny searched his eyes imploringly and saw the truth shining back at her through his green gaze.
Releasing the breath that she had been holding, Ginny squeezed the hand that held hers and nodded in relief. "A-Alright. Now that the brief panic attack you gave me is over, what would you like to talk to me about?"
Harry looked all around, noticing that there were lingering students that were staring at them with curious gazes.
Tugging her hand, Harry made a decision and started to move down the hall, with Ginny trailing behind him. Her confusion keeping her silent as she was pulled along by him.
He didn't stop until they got to a deserted hallway, and Harry pulled back a tapestry for them to hide behind.
They both stepped behind the drapery, and Harry busied himself with straightening the fabric to make sure that they were really hidden.
Ginny's face flushed scarlet as she looked around the showed area and realized how alone they were now. Even a brief memory of Harry catching her snogging Dean behind a tapestry came to mind, before she pushed it away. Choosing to focus on this moment as excitement pumped through her veins, causing her beating heart to go erratic with speed.
Forgetting that he wanted to talk to her about something, Ginny had been prepared to jump into his arms and do things to him that would make McGonagall frown in disapproval... But as Harry turned to face her, he still had that worried expression on his face...
Ginny was about to ask him what was wrong. Was it something that he learned of involving the prophecy? Or perhaps his parents? Did he find a way to resurrect them, but found that the cost was too high? Or maybe it was simpler than that and he was having trouble with the D.A.?
"Y-You're not friends with your roommate, Meyetta, are you?" Harry asked, suddenly.
Ginny frowned, wondering why they were choosing this time to talk about her roommate. "No, not particularly. Why do you ask?"
For some reason, this answer brought a sigh of relief from Harry.
"I found her outside my Charms classroom. Sh-She told me about the dare, Gin..."
Ginny's eyes widened considerably, and a feeling of dread overcame her. He was sure to break up with her now that he knew about the dare! He was bound to think that she wasn't actually interested in a relationship with him... she had to set the record straight before it was too late!
Stepping closer and grabbing his other hand, Ginny frantically said, "Harry, let me explain! You see, that night I-"
Harry detached one of his hands from hers and brought it up to cup her cheek, bringing their foreheads together. "Shh... I know. You don't have to explain. I don't care about the dare."
Harry then leaned back slightly and smirked at her. "In fact, I'm actually glad for it. It pushed us together, didn't it? Can you imagine if we wasted even more time than we already had?"
Ginny stared at him in what she could only imagine resembled a gaping fish. "You-You're not mad...?"
Harry let out a huff of laughter, while shaking his head, as if the mere idea was ridiculous to him. "Merlin, no! Why would I be when the dare was that the most beautiful girl that I know had to kiss me?! Scarhead Potter... Practically every bloke in the school would curse their mother to be in my place!"
Ginny still stared at him in shock, unable to comprehend what he was telling her.
Harry squeezed her hand again and brought his other hand up to run nervously through his hair. His eyes were suddenly shy again, as though he were afraid that he had blurted out too much. "Er... yeah... so, the reason I even brought up the dare was because when Meyetta told me, it seemed as though she were telling me in a vindictive way... almost as though she was trying to hurt you."
Harry frowned at the thought, before continuing, "I just wanted to make sure that you didn't see her as a friend. And to tell you to be careful around her. Because she obviously doesn't care about you, Gin."
With every word he said, Ginny felt her features softening. "Harry, I... well, thank you. And I think that you're right about Meyetta... in fact, I would add on to it by saying that you should be careful around her too..."
Harry seemed quite perplexed by this - if the slight pucker of his eyebrows was anything to go by.
Ginny stared at him as his mind tried to work out her words, before she grinned deviously and stepped closer to him. This action sure got Harry's attention, as his eyes widened comically and his head snapped in her direction. Ginny grinned wider as she pressed herself closer, pushing him back until he was backed against the castle wall. Her hand went up to trace his face, and she could hear as his breath got more laboured... just as his eyes got heavier... with desire... for her.
A burst of confidence found a home inside of Ginny at the look he was giving her, and she pressed even closer... putting her body flush against his..
She could feel the heat that his tall body was emitting. The heavy puffs of his breath that hit her cheek, a sensation that made her eyelids flutter ever-so-slightly. His heartbeat beating just as erratically out of his chest as it was in hers.
They were touching practically everywhere except for the lips, but Ginny found that it was the most intimate that she had ever felt with anyone in her life.
Finally, Harry's mind seemed to have fully caught up with her actions, as he lifted his arms and wrapped them around her waist, pressing her tighter.
"Gin..." He breathed, her name coming out as the barest of sounds.
But his voice seemed to spark something in her, and she found that she needed to be even closer.
One moment, she was looking deep into Harry's eyes, basking in the intimacy of his closeness... and the next, her lips were upon his.
It only took a mere second before he responded to her kiss, his lips moving in tandem with hers.
Her hands were everywhere that she could reach. His mess of hair... his muscular neck... his broad shoulders. While Harry's hands stayed in one spot, which were currently fisting the fabric of her shirt at the hem.
Her white, button-down was bound to get wrinkled by the time they were done with each other. In fact, Ginny found herself not caring at all about the state of her dress.
She was more concerned with the way Harry bit her bottom lip with his teeth... A sensation that caused her to gasp, while he took advantage and delved his tongue in her mouth to meet hers.
As soon as the kiss deepened, sparks burst in her body, dampening her awareness all the while.
"... Speckled Chocolate Trout is way better than Peppermint Pig Snout!" A young, boyish voice exclaimed as it walked past the tapestry.
Harry and Ginny immediately broke apart with a gasp of breath. The voice serving to invade their personal bubble.
"No way! You're bloody mad if you think-" A different voice responded as they walked further down the hall.
It was a tense and quiet moment as they fought to catch their breath… waiting until the two, young boys were out of range before they dared to breath a word. It was clear that they could have been caught… both of them had forgotten to set up a silencing charm, and it wasn't as though they were being entirely too quiet with their snogging...
"Hmmm..." Harry mused, finally breaking the silence.
Ginny shot him a curious look. "What is it?" She only dared to whisper.
"They were both wrong. Speckled Chocolate Trout and Peppermint Pig Snout both have nothing on Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans..."
Ginny quirked an eyebrow at him as she suppressed a snort. Harry grinned. "What? It's a surprise with every bite! You're never sure what you are going to get..."
Ginny laughed outright at this. "Well, I guess that's just the adventurer in you who is always looking out for trouble to get involved in..."
"I don't find trouble. Trouble always finds me."
Ginny snickered and snuck another peck against his lips before he said anything more. "Keep telling yourself that. You run headlong into danger with no hesitation each and every time. It doesn't help that you get encouragement from Ron and..."
Ginny trailed off and gasped as her eyes widened in horror.
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Harry watched as Ginny stopped in the middle of her teasing tirade and gasped, looking as though she had seen a ghost...
Well, that's probably not the best analogy to compare to while in Hogwarts... where ghosts haunted practically every corridor.
Alarmed by her expression, Harry immediately stiffened. "What's wrong?"
Ginny bit her lip. "How are we going to break the news to Ron? Without him killing you...?"
Harry stared at her for a second, confused, before he remembered that Ginny had no idea that Ron approved of them being together. In fact, he had practically begged Harry to fancy Ginny when she was with Dean, before Ron knew that Harry already fancied her. But Harry wasn't about to tell his girlfriend any of this... lest he get his best mate in trouble with his sister.
Harry chuckled. "He already knows. At least, he knows that I fancy you. And he approves."
Ginny stared at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows before a slow grin grew on her lips. "Good. I fancy my new boyfriend to be among the living. You being killed by my brother would just complicate matters..."
Harry laughed outrageously at that, before he calmed and shook his head with a satisfied sigh. "It's not as though you wouldn't be able to still see me, even if Ron had killed me. I would make sure that you got the Resurrection Stone, and then you would be able to talk to me anytime."
Ginny made a face at that suggestion. "And date a ghost?" Ginny shook her head. "No thanks."
Then in a move that surprised Harry, she stepped close once again and wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her head on his chest, right over his heartbeat. "I would miss your warmth too much..."
Harry softened and wrapped his arms around her, as well, then kissed the side of her forehead.
It felt strange and liberating - at the same time - to be able to hold her like this, and at any time he wanted. It left him in awe that Ginny would allow him to touch her like this now, all because she fancied him back. A fact that still managed to shock Harry while simultaneously making his heart beat faster.
Not to mention that his cock had hardened as soon as he saw her. He was lucky that he had managed to keep his hips tilted away from her while she pressed her body against his as they snogged.
Harry grinned as he remembered the feeling of her mouth moving against his... the way their tongues danced a waltz as old as time...
Or was it more like a tango...?
It certainly felt more passionate and... well, hotter than a waltz.
"I'm sorry if you were looking for me this morning." Ginny suddenly whispered against his shoulder, before pulling away and looking up at his face. "I overslept. I was too tired when I got to my dorm last night and forgot to set my tempus alarm…"
Upon hearing this, Harry couldn't help but smirk. "Tired, were you?"
Ginny narrowed her eyes and playfully hit him on the shoulder. "Oh, shut it, Harry!" But she didn't seem annoyed in the least. In fact, her eyes crinkled with amusement.
"I also wanted to know if you were free tonight?" Ginny added. "I think that we, uh, had gotten too caught up last night to talk over some things… You know, clear the air between us, along with some misconceptions?"
Harry found himself nodding and had been about to vocally agree out loud, before he paused and groaned out in frustration. "I can't… I got detention with Flitwick tonight."
At her questioning look, Harry clarified. "I, er, was sort of reading underneath my desk for the past couple of weeks, and Flitwick finally called me out on it."
"Oh." Ginny said, still looking confused. "What were you reading exactly?"
Harry swallowed heavily and shifted his eyes down. "Uh, you know… resurrection…"
He didn't know why he suddenly felt uncomfortable talking about this with her. It had been Ginny's thinking that led to the idea that resurrection could be possible with the stone. Perhaps it was because of the absolute failures he had come up with in his research? Could it be that he was ashamed that he was actually becoming frustrated with the lack of results? And not only that, but embarrassed to admit it, too?
Harry forced himself to meet Ginny's eyes, and saw her gaze intently searching his… her eyes clearly portraying the worry that she held for him. But she didn't say anything, nor did she push. Though, Harry could practically see the wheels turning inside of her beautiful mind.
Harry sighed and regretfully pulled away from her. "Can I walk you to class?" He asked, wanting just a tad bit more time with her.
Ginny nodded slowly, before looking down at herself and seeing the result of what their snogging did to her shirt. She snorted and looked up at Harry with a glint in her eye. "You couldn't have been more kind to my clothing, could you?"
Harry grinned, glad for the subject change. "But where would the fun be in that?"
Then he reached up and tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear. "I want everyone to know that we are together…"
Ginny rolled her eyes, but still couldn't keep the grin off of her face. Before she cleared her throat and stepped back from him, attempting to straighten the wrinkles in her blouse. "Er, so should we be going?"
Harry smirked and nodded, stepping forward to hold the tapestry up for Ginny to get through.
But before they took a step towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry boldly reached forward and clasped her hand in his, threading their fingers together.
They started out walking in silence. Both red-faced as they passed by students who gawked at their clasped hands. Loud whispers reached their ears about them being a couple, with some students claiming that they saw Harry and Ginny's relationship coming.
It was as they were climbing the last staircase to Ginny's class, when Ginny piped up with a question. "So when Meyetta told you about the dare, what did you say?"
Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I actually got rather angry at her. And, well, I told her that I thought that it happened to be the best dare ever…"
His answer served to surprise Ginny. But that surprise slowly turned into a pleased smile, glad that she had a boyfriend was willing to see reason with misunderstandings.
…..
As they came up the last corridor, up ahead, they could see as Snape stepped out from the classroom. His eyes roamed around the halls until he spotted Harry and Ginny. His beady eyes immediately zeroing in on where Ginny's hand was clasped in Harry's, and sneered at the sight of their physical contact.
"Potter!" Snape barked out in a fierce tone. "Fifty points from Gryffindor and detention! For inappropriate touching and being in a place you aren't expected to be."
Harry gaped at Snape, the suddenness of the point-loss leaving him momentarily stunned... before anger started to build in his gut. "Y-You can't do that!"
Snape sneered even further, his nose turning up in what Harry perceived to be disgust. "Just like your father... flaunting your fame just as he flaunted his popularity!" Snape snapped. "Showing off with witches and money, same as he did."
Ginny stepped forward then, an angry frown on her lips and fire in her gaze. "Well, then you're going to have to give me detention, too. Because I'm 'inappropriately' touching Harry, as well."
There was an odd look in Snape's eyes as he glanced at Ginny... a haunted look that made him seem to age before Harry's very eyes. "...But you are precisely where you are meant to be, Weasley. And from the way that I see it, it was Mr. Potter who is inappropriately touching you."
Ginny's frown deepened and the fire in her eyes grew. But there was also determination set in her eyes.
Then, Harry watched, with wide eyes, as Ginny unclasped her hand from his, held it up for Snape to see, before reaching behind and landing it firmly on Harry's arse.
Harry jumped from the unexpected contact, but not enough to dislodge Ginny's hand from his arse...
With a glare that Harry was glad wasn't directed at him, Ginny declared, "Is this inappropriate enough for you?"
Harry couldn't believe what was going on...! Ginny, his girlfriend, had a hand on his arse, in front of Snape, of all people! If only they were alone at this very moment, so then Harry could return the gesture on her...
Snape looked on with disgust written over his features. "Fifty points from Gryffindor. Now get in the classroom, Weasley."
Snape's tone left for no argument, and Ginny sighed, defeated as she retracted her hand and shot an apologetic look at Harry. "I'll see you later."
"At lunch?" Harry asked hopefully. But the only response that he got from his Ginger Firecracker as she walked away, was for her to turn her head and wink at him before disappearing through the classroom door.
Harry couldn't fight against the smile that wanted to creep onto his lips as he watched her disappear. But the smile promptly vanished at the sight of Snape still glaring at him from by the door. Harry glowered right back, leaving Snape with no other option than to send Harry one last sneer before striding into the classroom and slamming the door behind him.
...
Harry sighed as he sat down in his place at the Gryffindor table, dropping the book onto the table and sliding it forward towards Hermione - who sat across from him.
"Another dead end..." Harry sighed, returning the book he had been caught reading in Flitwick's classroom to her.
Sparing a glance at the book in front of her, Hermione sighed regretfully. "And I thought for sure that this one had at least a bit of promise..."
Harry shook his head in negative as he loaded his plate with an assortment of food. "All that it spoke of was the possibility of theories, and not the actual theories themselves..."
Hermione scoffed as she cut into a piece of turkey, "Then the title of the book was misleading then, wasn't it?"
Harry couldn't help but agree, as he stared at the cover of the offending book in question... 'Theories to Bringing Back the Dead'.
He couldn't help but feel a tad bit... discouraged by yet another failure... another dead end.
"Do you want to look again tonight?" Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head, spearing some green beans with his fork. "Can't. Flitwick gave me detention for reading during the lesson."
"Professor Flitwick, Harry," Hermione corrected, then fixed him with a stern look. "And it honestly serves you right. You should have been paying attention."
Harry sighed, popping his fork into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. "Don't I know it... Ginny asked me if I could spend time with her tonight, but I told her that I couldn't, because I have detention..."
Despite the fact that Hermione had just been scolding him, she couldn't help but beam at him with happiness. "Oh, Harry! I can't tell you how happy it makes me to know that you and Ginny are together! You two make the perfect match. I'm rather relieved that you had moved on from your infatuation with Cho, as I didn't see the two of you as very compatible, and-"
"Hermione!" Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Take a breath before you wind up in the hospital wing!"
"But isn't that your usual place to wind up in, mate?" Ron asked from behind him, as he settled himself down in the seat to Harry's left.
Harry shot him a look while Hermione let out an amused giggle.
Ron held up his hands defensively. "What? Can't knock what's true, right mate? I mean, you've got to admit that Madame Pomfrey should have a bed specifically just for you to use."
Hermione closed the book that had been open next to her and commented, "Do you think that she would conjure a plaque above the bed?"
Ron laughed outright at this. "Bloody right idea, that is! What would it be labeled? 'Property of Mr. Harry James Potter: The Boy-Who-Gets-Injured-A-Lot'.
"Guys…!" Harry tried to interject.
Hermione nodded enthusiastically, as a brainstorming glint came to her eye. "Ooooh yes! And then, at the bottom, there should be a tally of the number of visits he has made so far."
Both of his best mates were now both laughing at his expense, and though Harry was glad to see the two of them getting along and in such high spirits, he couldn't help but feel the embarrassment creep up his neck in the form of a flush.
Noticing this, Hermione sobered slightly. "Oh, Harry… We're sorry. We're only teasing…"
Hermione sent a shy smile at Ron, as he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, mate. No hard feelings."
Harry rolled his eyes at the pair of them, but smiled all the same. Glad to see that they were at least getting along rather than arguing as they usually did.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and Ginny was sliding into the bench on his right side. "You prats leave him alone…!" Ginny stated with a teasing smile of her own, before sliding sideways, leaning into Harry's side. Harry immediately wrapped his arm around Ginny's waist, securing her close to him. "He's delicate."
Ron and Hermione immediately burst out in laughter, while Harry turned on the spot and shot a betrayed look at his girlfriend. "Y-You're supposed to be on my side!" Harry complained.
Ginny - who had been laughing along with his traitorous friends - had been about to respond in a consoling and apologetic manner, but didn't. Because at that moment, Susan Bones had walked up and shyly sat in front of Ron, next to Hermione.
"H-Hi, Ron." Susan stuttered in a soft tone. "I was wondering if it was alright that I wore orange for my dress…? Do you think that you would be alright with wearing a bowtie of the same color?"
Everyone, expect for Ron, stared at her in silent confusion. Harry, in particular, wondered what in Merlin's name she was talking about.
Ron shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure, orange is fine."
Susan smiled slightly, before replying as she got up from her seat. "Alright. I will order it along with my dress."
Then she was gone, making her way back to her squealing friends at the Hufflepuff table.
As soon as she was gone, Ron started to load his plate with an obscene amount of food. All the while, the rest of them stared at him in question. Wondering what in Merlin's name had Ron done?
Hermione, herself, seemed rather tense as Harry snuck a peak over at her. Her back was ramrod straight and she looked at Ron with eyes as wide as galleons.
Of course, it was Ginny who spoke up first. "What in Merlin's name was that about, Ronald Billius Weasley?!"
Ron's head snapped up from where he was promptly stuffing his face - where he had been previously oblivious to the tense atmosphere he had created. "Whaph dop yophu mephn?" He spoke around the food in his mouth, before visibly swallowing.
"What I mean, you prat…" Ginny started, her voice tense and dangerous sounding. Harry had to mentally tell himself that now was not the time to get turned on by her fiery attitude. "...is why Susan Bones was talking to you about dress colours and bowties?!"
Ron looked at his sister as though he thought that she was mental. "Well, isn't it bloody obvious? She asked me to the ball, and I said yes."
Harry's eyes now widened as he finally caught up to the same conclusion that Ginny and Hermione had already come to.
"B-But what about Hermione?!" Ginny exclaimed.
Harry was looking straight at his sister, whose face looked entirely mortified. Hermione looked as though she wanted to sink into the floor and stay there for all eternity.
"Gin…" Harry tried to interject, but Ron responded before he could say anything more.
"What about Hermione? She's already going to the ball with Harry!" Ron said back, starting to get agitated with his own sister.
But soon, Ron's words finally seemed to register with Harry. He was going to the ball with Hermione…! He had completely forgotten that he had asked her, with it being so long ago… Which means that he couldn't go to the ball with Ginny…!
As he contemplated this, Ron finally seemed annoyed enough to get up and storm away from the table… muttering something about going to the kitchens to get a lunch in peace away from harping sisters.
They were all quiet after he left, each thinking the same thing, no doubt…
After a long, tense moment of silence, Hermione cleared her throat - her face still flaming. "O-Of course you don't have to go to the ball with me still, Harry-"
"Don't be ridiculous," Ginny interrupted. "Of course he will still go with you."
Harry's head whipped to look at her fast, his face showing his complete shock. Ginny shot him a look that told him not to argue. "What? Do you really expect me to be alright with you ditching Hermione to go to a silly ball with little 'ol me? You can't do that to her, Harry…"
"Ginny, it's fine-" Hermione started to say, before Ginny flashed the same look at her that she had been giving Harry.
"No. It wouldn't be fine. You two can still go together as originally planned. I'm not about to force you to go stag, Hermione. Especially since my prat of a brother will have a date, himself."
Harry frowned. "But what about you?"
He didn't much like the idea of Ginny going to the ball with another bloke… Where he would have his hands on her as they danced… Where she could possibly start to fancy someone else other than Harry after spending time with that bloke.
Ginny waved an unconcerned hand at him. "I'll be going with Colin."
Relief found him at the suggestion. Especially as he remembered Meyetta telling him that Colin admitted to be being gay during the Truth or Dare game the other night. If there was any other bloke in the castle besides himself and Ron that he could trust to not make the moves on his Ginger Firecracker during the ball, it was Colin Creevey.
Hermione still seemed uncertain, but not as much so as before. "Only if you're sure…"
Ginny nodded firmly, her decision resolute.
Harry stared at his girlfriend for quite a bit of time, before his gaze shifted over to his sister. "So…" He said, in a conversational tone. "You're not going to talk to me about dress colours, are you?"
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