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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 Four
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.
"Harry! What is it? Are you alrigh-" Hermione exclaimed worriedly, as she rushed into the room.
Startled, Harry jumped and fell off of the bed, landing on his bum on the floor. His hand still caught in his pajama bottoms.
Hermione froze as she took in the scene before her, before her entire face flushed a deep red of scarlet.
"O-Oh…" She gasped, as realization flooded her awareness.
Harry was quick to extract his hand from his pants, acting as though his very hand had just been scorched by whatever he had been holding. He had no problem with his erection now, as it had rapidly deflated. "Hermione! Didn't you think to knock?"
He had never been more embarrassed in all of his life. No, he was beyond embarrassment now.
He was mortified.
Hermione didn't look much better off than he did. She covered her face, horrified by what she had just blatantly walked in on. "I know, I know. I'm sorry! I didn't realize what you were doing! I heard you groan, and, well Harry… you sounded as though you were in a great deal of pain!"
Annoyance suddenly overtook his embarrassment and he snapped at her, "Well, I obviously wasn't in pain, now was I? How do you think I could have possibly hurt myself, alone in a sun-lit room, as I was!"
As he said this, he crossed his arms around his body, feeling distinctly uncomfortable and exposed all of a sudden. Even though he still had all of his clothes on…
Hermione's features hardened as she suddenly glared at him. "Well, isn't it obvious? I thought that it was your scar, Harry!"
Harry paused at this, and despite him not wanting to admit it, her reasonings did make sense… So, he dropped his arms with this realization, feeling terrible for snapping at a friend who had only thought that he was in trouble and pain.
"Oh…" He said, quietly. "Sorry."
Hermione allowed herself to glare at him for a moment longer, before her features softened and relaxed. "I'm sorry too."
Harry nodded and put his head in the palms of his hands. Really, what had he been thinking starting such a thing as wanking in such a full house? Especially to thoughts of the youngest Weasley. A part of him should be grateful that it was Hermione that caught him instead of Ron.
Harry shuddered to think about if Ron ever found out about where his thoughts had been five minutes ago…
A click of the door being closed was heard, and he thought that Hermione had left him alone again.
But sensing a presence now beside him, he knew that Hermione had silently joined him on the floor. Her soothing hand came up to rub at his back. "It's really nothing to be ashamed about, Harry. It's all a part of adolescence and growing up…"
Harry's fingers rubbed roughly at his temples. "I'm not really ashamed of, well, that, Hermione…"
Her massaging hand paused in the middle of his shoulder blades, and she asked, "What is it that you are ashamed of then, Harry?"
His hands came up and knotted themselves in his hair. He sat like that for a long moment, before he found the courage to respond.
"I was thinking of her, Hermione…" Harry whispered to the floor.
Hermione's eyebrows furrowed and her lips puckered in confusion. "Who?"
Taking off his glasses, Harry rubbed at his closed eyes. "Ginny…"
He didn't have to look at Hermione to know that her eyes must have widened comically as he heard her gasp. He could almost picture the exact expression in his head, having seen it many times before on his friend's face.
Harry waited for her to say anything, but when she hadn't he continued with his confession. "I think that I fancy her…"
And as he said the words out loud, he realized that he really did fancy Ginny. Putting his glasses back on, Harry pondered this as he looked back and he even noticed some feelings that he had for Ginny before he saw her this summer.
Because really, how could he not like Ginny? When they had become friends, he remembered being surprised by how funny she was. She had a quick, fiery temper that caused all sorts of people to fear and respect her. And Ginny… well, she had a bit of a devious side.
Harry couldn't help but grin at that. Some part of him thought that she could easily rival Fred and George, but all on her own.
And while Ginny had been pretty when she looked younger, Harry couldn't have helped but notice how gorgeous she had become.
"I fancy Ginny Weasley." Harry declared out loud, testing how it sounded. He grinned broadly at how right it felt.
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley… He internally mused, and he liked the way that that their names sounded when put together.
Then Harry suddenly remembered the night in the Room of Requirement, and he beamed at the memory.
Not too long ago, Ginny had confessed her own feelings for Harry. Sure, Harry hadn't felt the same way about her then, but that was before he had even gotten to really know her. Harry even reasoned with himself that he would have noticed his feelings for Ginny sooner, if he hadn't been so distracted by everything that had happened the second-half of the school year.
Regardless, Ginny fancied him back. A thought that caused joy to spring to his mind and endless butterflies in his stomach. Harry was beaming widely, and he suddenly felt himself in a hurry to go downstairs and ask her out.
Springing to his feet, he ran to his trunk and started digging through all of the clothing that he had, looking for anything decent. He distinctly grumbled when he couldn't find anything good within Dudley's large, hand-me-downs. But Harry supposed that didn't really matter much, as Ginny had already seen him in the baggy clothing, and yet she still fancied him.
Harry didn't even bother to suppress the grin. Then he reasoned that what he should really be worried about was his hair. No matter how many times he stuck a comb through it, the mop on his head just wouldn't lay flat.
"Mione?" Harry reasoned distractedly, about to ask for advice, "Do you know of any way to tame this mess on my head? You know, to make it look nice?"
He got no response for a long while, and Harry turned curious eyes on her. She still sat on the floor, still staring at him in shock. Harry couldn't help but grin at her. The realization had shocked him at first, as well.
Finally, something snapped in Hermione and she looked at him incredulously. "Wh-why is it that you want to know?"
Harry thought that it was rather obvious, but he explained anyways. "Well, you know…" He said, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably, "To look nice for when I go to ask Ginny out on a…"
Harry trailed off at the look of mounting horror the was growing on Hermione's face.
"What? What is it, Mione?" Harry asked, before his memory came back to him and dread started to spread in the pit of his stomach. "Sh-she's not still dating that Corner bloke, is she?"
Hermione quickly shook her head. "No, no. Of course, not. Don't you remember? They broke up two weeks before the end of the school year."
As it happened, Harry didn't remember... Too caught up in his own grief, he was. But Harry didn't dwell on that. He was too focused on the swell of relief that he felt loosening the tight feeling in his chest. He allowed a blossom of hope to spark, but he was also hesitant.
"Not that I'm unhappy about that fact, as she was always too good for a bugger like Corner-"
"Harry!" Hermione admonished him, scandalized.
"But what was with the look, Hermione? You looked like you just found out that Crookshanks keeled over and died!"
His lips pursed at he studied his friend suspiciously, as she now looked extremely uncomfortable. He wondered at what she wasn't telling him. Was she just as concerned as he was by Ron's reaction to all of this?
If so, Harry knew that his best mate would be upset at first, but he would just have to eventually get over it.
Both Harry and Ginny fancied each other. It was strictly private business between them, with no room for Ron to budge in and force his opinions on their relationship.
"Look, if you're worried about what Ron is going to think of Ginny and I dating-"
Hermione's scoff interrupted him, and her attitude took on an edge in incredulity. Harry was actually surprised to see that Hermione looked a tad put out at him. "I hardly think you have gotten to the stage where you can go around boasting about you nonexistent relationship with Ginny, Harry. You've yet to even say hello to her. Don't think I haven't noticed..."
Annoyance spread throughout his entire stance, and he crossed his arms roughly. "Who's side are you on, Hermione? Why are you so against me fancying Ginny?"
Huffing, Hermione threw her arms into the air as she finally stood. "That's hardly the problem, Harry. The problem is that you're too late... Ginny has moved on!"
And with that, Harry was left stunned. Not really knowing what to think...
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