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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 Seven
"Stupid PRAT of a brother!" Ginny muttered, sourly in her angry stride. "Bloody getting me in trouble with mum for no good reason!"
But if she were being honest with herself, that was normal 'Ron' behavior. He had been overprotective of her ever since he was old enough to think for himself...
Which, even then, is a struggle for Ron... Ginny seethed.
No, if she were being one hundred percent honest with herself, what she was really mad at was Harry siding against her.
It was typical. Of course, he would side with Ron! How delusional was she to think any different? But she couldn't deny how hurt she had been when she realized that he was against her. She was stupid for thinking that he would actually stick up for her... That their friendship would mean as much to him as his friendship with Ron.
But of course, it wouldn't. The same could be said with his friendship with Hermione. No one could get in-between the Golden Trio… especially not little Ginny Weasley.
But then, Ginny reasoned that she wasn't so little now. She had finally hit the growth spurt that she had been waiting for. It had just only come a couple years too late…
Her mum had told her that she had been a late-bloomer as well, and that it must run in the family. Regardless, Ginny had been quite obviously relieved when her curves finally formed from her twig-like figure and she grew a couple of inches.
She had thought that if she no longer looked like a little girl, she would no longer be treated like one.
But she had obviously been wrong about that… If anything, the belittling treatment that she had gotten before had gotten worse. She couldn't much remember Harry being so over-protective of her like her older brothers.
That was just what she needed, Ginny seethed sarcastically, another older brother to tell her not to do things that she wanted to do…
It was then that she finally reached the pond. It was a place she came often when she wanted to be alone to think. The water looked so cool and inviting, and she felt so hot from her angry trek over. She decided a little dip would do her a world of good.
So, she shucked her Holyhead Harpies t-shirt and blue jeans until she was down to nothing but her white bra and knickers. Then she walked forward and quickly submerged herself under the soothing, cool water. She held her breath for about thirty seconds, before her head bobbed back over the surface, and she found herself standing in shallow water, the water line at her waist.
It was as she was wiping the water out of her eyes when she heard it…
"Sweet, Merlin…"
Ginny yelped in surprise as her eyes snapped up to meet the large, saucer eyes of Harry Potter, standing on dry land – still in his pajamas - as she stood in a pond with only her underwear as her cover…
Her arms snapped up and defensively crossed over her chest, her face turning a deep red of scarlet.
"Harry!" She yelled, beyond mortified, "Bloody hell! Turn around!"
He seemed to be frozen, staring at her for a mere moment longer, before he snapped to attention and whipped his whole body around so fast, Ginny thought for sure that he would get whip-lash…
"Merlin, Ginny, I'm so sorry!" Harry apologized, as she quickly made her way to shore. "I-I didn't know that you were – that, that was all that you… Oh, bloody hell… You've got to believe me!"
Ginny didn't even bother to respond as she whipped her t-shirt on, still inside-out, and threw both of her legs into her jeans… it was completely uncomfortable as her body was still soaked from her dip in the pond.
But as soon as she was dressed, she walked forward to Harry's back and lightly touched his shoulder. He jumped a foot in the air, and hesitantly turned his gaze over his shoulder to see if it was alright to look. He relaxed slightly as he saw that she was fully clothed once again, but Ginny observed that he was still tense as he turned to face her fully.
Her face was still burning fiercely, as was Harry's. They stood in silence for a long while, each trying to get over their own initial embarrassment, as well as really having no words to say…
Finally, it was Harry that broke the silence. "H-hi."
Her head, which was intently studying her toes, snapped up at the sound of his voice. "Wh-what?"
Harry fidgeted. "I, um, I said, 'Hi'… I realized that I didn't get to say hi to you earlier…"
And then Ginny couldn't help it. It was either because of the nerves that threatened to spill over inside of her or because she found it hilarious at how awkward he was acting, but she couldn't hold back the giggle of laughter.
It wasn't long before Harry joined her, and they had to lean on each other for support. Harry's shoulder getting wet from where it touched her.
When they finally settled, they were both heaving and gasping for breath. Until Harry was staring at her with a strange look in his eyes. She couldn't quite interpret what it was. But it was at that moment that she remembered that she was supposed to be angry with him.
Harry must have seen this in her eyes, because he spoke quickly before she could get any words in. "I'm really sorry about earlier, Ginny. And I'm not talking about walking in on you in only your… knickers," He whispered the word as though it were a secret slur.
"I'm sorry for what happened in the kitchen. I'm not going to take back what I said, but I'm still sorry."
She directed her best glare at him. "You know," She mused, haughtily, "I already have six protective, older brothers. I have no desire to have another one."
Harry groaned out loud, exasperated, then he slumped to the ground, his back against the large, oak tree, and she followed his lead and sat across from him. "Trust me, Ginny. I don't want to play the role of older brother to you. That role has unofficially been taken up by Hermione for me... Even though, she is technically older than me..."
He cut off with a bite of his lip, and Ginny realized that Harry was rambling. Almost as though he were nervous.
This surprised her. Was it really that difficult for Harry Potter to share his emotions with anyone? Including his friend?
"What I am trying to say, Ginny, is that, you are my friend. And I only want the best for you..."
His green eyes lifted to meet hers then, and what she saw was true sincerity. It confused her.
"And you don't think that Dean is good for me?" She accused him, a slight bite to her tone.
Harry flinched and turned his eyes away from her then. "It's like Ron said... Dean is, well... Dean is a bit of a 'randy wanker', as Ron so eloquently put it... You didn't really know him all that well before, and Ginny, the way he would talk about girls before... Well, I can understand why Ron, as your brother, would be upset that you were dating someone like that."
Ginny frowned.
"People can change, Harry. It's called growing up, and becoming a mature wizard…" She reasoned. But a part of her was a tad upset that Dean would talk about girls in any bad way… even in the past. But who was she to judge? If every person were forever held to past mistakes they made, then what did that say about her writing in that stupid diary in her first year? She could have killed someone, for Merlin's sake!
No… Tom is the killer, not you. She reminded herself of her own personal mantra. She remembered a time when she used to have to say that to herself every single day… multiple times a day, even. Except she hadn't had to say it as often as soon as she had seen Harry again that summer… He had made Tom disappear out of her thoughts just as much as he had made Tom disappear in real life.
She had felt safe whenever he was around. Some part of her still unconsciously felt that way. But she reasoned that it was only natural to feel safe around the, 'Savoir of the Wizarding World'…
No… he is called the 'Chosen One' these days, isn't he? She wondered if there was any truth to that proclamation. And if there were, would Harry even bother to tell her?
Ginny swallowed thickly, before she continued, "Besides, you know more than anyone how much people can change," Ginny pointed out, "You are hardly the scared, scrawny boy that I met at King's Cross, just as much as I am no longer the blushing, bumbling idiot that would clam up every time she saw Harry Potter!"
Ginny laughed and Harry joined her, but it sounded forced coming from him. "Yeah, you haven't happened to stick your elbow in any butter lately, have you?"
Ginny gasped and reddened in embarrassment. "You noticed that?" Her cold hands came up to cup the heat at her cheeks.
Nodding vigorously, with a large smile, Harry seemed more genuinely jovial than he had a moment before. "I noticed you a lot more than you originally thought." Harry mused. "I specifically remember this lovely poem that I got in my second year…"
"No… No!" Ginny exclaimed, "Don't you dare bring up that wretched-"
"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad," Harry recited, effectively cutting off Ginny's protests, "His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord."
Ginny covered her face, mortified and cringing at the memory.
"The singing dwarf added just the right touch," Harry added, with a chuckle.
Peaking at him from between her fingers, Ginny sighed, before dropping her hands from her face. "I never really apologized for that, did I?"
Harry waved her off. "Aw, don't worry about it. Sure, it was embarrassing at the time, but now I sort of like it. It's actually kind of catchy, isn't it?"
The prat actually had the nerve to smirk at her, and she retaliated by shoving his shoulder playfully, to which he laughed at.
Then she sighed and thought about what Harry had said regarding Dean… before she made up her mind.
"About Dean…" She started, and noticed that Harry had instantly become serious at the mention of her boyfriend… "I hear what you are saying, and I respect your opinion…"
She momentarily paused at the growing smile on Harry's face, confused by it.
"…but,"
His smile dropped.
"I really want to be the one to make my own opinions and base my own decisions on those opinions. Because as much as I think you are trying to be sincere when you say that you aren't trying to be a protective, older brother, I really think that you and Ron will never approve of anyone that I choose to be with. So, if I listened to both of your opinions every time, how will I ever know for myself?"
Harry looked as though he were about to interrupt and protest throughout her entire speech. But he was quiet when she finished. His brow was furrowed, clearly thinking hard about what he was going to say, before he finally turned concerned eyes to her.
"You're going to get hurt…" He whispered, his voice sad.
Ginny tried to shrug nonchalantly. "You don't know that…" Then she tucked her body in, so she was hugging her knees, staring intently at her toes. "Besides, it's not the first time that I got hurt, but I managed to get over that, didn't I?"
She turned to look at him with a small smile, which she lost as soon as she saw the evident frown on his lips, as he glared at the ripples in the pond.
She stared at him as he stared angrily at the pond. She had forgotten how handsome he was. And it was nice to just appreciate his attractiveness unhindered.
Ginny simply waited for him to say something, and it was a while before he finally did. "Just… Just promise me something...?"
She didn't respond vocally and waited until her turned his gaze back to her. When he was looking her right in the eyes, she gave a small smile and a nod of acquiesce.
"Promise me that as soon as there is a moment of doubt, that you'll seriously reconsider your relationship with Dean…" Harry whispered so quietly, that Ginny had to strain her ears in order to hear his over the rustling of the trees.
A small frown grew on her lips, but she nodded her consent. It wasn't as thought Harry was asking Ginny to break up with Dean… he was asking that she reconsider if she ever had any doubt. And really, how could she deny such a fair request?
"Can I hear you say the words, Ginny?" Harry asked, his eyes really sad for some reason.
Ginny could help but sigh as she replied, "Yes, Harry. I promise."
Harry nodded firmly, still not any happier now that he had Ginny's promise. But at the moment, it was all that she had to give…
Harry laid back more into the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes, tiredly. It was then that Ginny remembered that he must have gotten in pretty late the night before.
"Tired?" She asked.
Harry shook his head, his eyes still closed. "Not in the way that you may think…" He replied.
Ginny wasn't quite sure what that meant, but decided to change the subject to something that she was genuinely curious about.
"So…" Ginny mused, "The 'Chosen One', eh?"
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