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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 Eight
The Weasley's, Hermione, and Harry all rushed through the barrier to 'Platform 9 ¾'. They were running a bit late, as usual. They had a mighty time trying to get Ron out of bed, who would most-likely still be asleep if they hadn't awoken him.
The thought caused Harry to snicker, as Ron was still trying to flatten his bed hair as he had no time for a shower. But Harry reasoned that it was nice not to be the only one with wild hair.
They quickly shucked their trunks in the storage space, and boarded the train, and all four of them turned out the window to wave goodbye to Mrs. Weasley.
"Look after one another, now, you hear?" Mrs. Weasley called out to them, tears in her voice and gathering in her eyes. "Be good, and study hard! No arguments, Ron!"
Ron paused in his waving, looking offended. "Why'd she have to call me out?"
They all laughed and ignored his question. The train started to move as the whistle blew. And Hermione and Ron turned to Harry and Ginny.
"Well, see you both later," Hermione said, "Ron and I've got a prefect meeting to get to."
"Ugh, don't remind me, Hermione…" Ron complained, and Hermione shot him a sour look.
"Ronald, if you want any chance of being made head boy next year…!" She was arguing as they walked off to the front compartment together.
Harry smiled internally as he watched them walk away. He had been waiting for this moment for weeks. A time where he could finally be alone with Ginny again. He hadn't had the chance to be alone with her since their day sitting at the pond. Where he had walked in on her in just her bra and knickers…
Harry could help but smile at the memory. It still made him giddy just thinking about it. Sure, it had been embarrassing at the time… especially with him having to hide his large erection from Ginny's notice as a response to seeing her so… unclothed.
But now, he looked back at the memory through a lust-fueled haze. She had been wearing a white bra and panties… and they had been so gloriously wet, and almost see-through. He remembered having seen the outline of her pert nipples, as she must have been cold to cause such a reaction. It was all so endlessly fascinating to him. He wondered many times what reaction her nipples would make if he touched them, or if he kissed them…
He could tell just by looking at them, that her breasts would fit perfectly into the palms of his hands. His fingers and cock twitched at the thought.
He had found himself many nights, since that day, laying in Fred and George's old room, wanking to thoughts of Ginny in her knickers. And that would turn to her not even wearing that in his mind. Mmmm… Ginny deliciously naked…
That one day at the pond fueled so many fantasies for him, that it was difficult for him to wait until night time, so that he could beat off to said fantasies…
His favorite one was one where he would catch her in the pond, just as he had in reality, but he would shuck his own clothes and join her in the pond.
She would be confused at first, but then she wouldn't be able to contain her desire for him… She would come up and press herself against him and…
He shook himself of that thought as he felt himself starting to harden in his jeans.
He turned to Ginny and beamed at her with a wide smile. He couldn't wait to be alone with her. He really enjoyed spending time with her, just talking and laughing about things. It made him feel as he thought any teenaged boy should feel.
Normal.
Ginny returned her own smile at him, and he grinned even wider. She was so beautiful when she smiled… but Harry reasoned that she looked beautiful all of the time. Even when she wasn't smiling, he thought this as he remembered fondly how attractive she looked while angry. Before he shook those thoughts away and spoke to her, "Fancy finding a compartment together?"
His heart sank as he saw Ginny's smile freeze before it melted away altogether. "Sorry, Harry. But I better go find Dean and sit with him for a while. I haven't seen him all summer, and I promised him in the letters…"
Harry tried not to let the crushing disappointment show on his face. Of course, she would want to sit with her boyfriend… He was foolish for looking forward to her sitting with him, when there was no such guarantee that she would.
"Oh! Uh… that's okay. I understand," Harry replied, lamely, "I-I guess I will just see you at the sorting feast?"
He tried not to make his voice sound too hopeful. And his heart lightened just a bit when she smiled at him and nodded. "See you around, Harry."
And then she was gone. Leaving Harry behind, with no one to sit with on the train.
Harry sighed out gruffly, annoyed at his own self-consciousness. And after tightening his grip on Hedwig's cage, he made his own way down the corridor.
His annoyance grew even more as he noticed many people gawking at him. Whispers were passed around as he passed, people not even caring if he heard them or not.
"Do you think it's true about Harry being the 'Chosen One'?"
"I heard that he made it all up for attention…"
"I heard stories about what happened at the Ministry, last spring…"
Harry gritted his teeth and moved onward, passing full compartment after full compartment.
If he couldn't sit with Ginny, Ron, or Hermione, he just wanted to sit alone for a while.
Harry was passing yet another full compartment when one door popped open abruptly in front on him. He jumped back in order to avoid getting hit in the face by the door. Which he narrowly missed...
He scowled at the door and turned his scowl at whoever was responsible for doing it.
It was a girl, who looked to be a fourth year, who had black hair and eyes that were beaming up at him.
"Harry," she breathed, and before he knew what was going on, she snatched his arm and pulled him into her compartment, forcefully.
"Why don't you sit with us, Harry. Seeing as you are alone..." She said in what Harry supposed was supposed to be a flirtatious voice, as she closed the door behind her.
And that was how Harry found himself alone in a closed compartment full of giggling, fourth year girls...
Harry did not sit down. He was standing uncomfortably in front of the closed door as they all giggled and gawked at him.
All, except, the brazen girl that had put him in this situation in the first place...
She put her hand on his shoulder and asked in a sultry voice, that was too overdone to be natural, "Do you have a girlfriend, Harry?"
Harry quickly weaseled himself away from her touch, trying to put as much distance between them in the limited space that they had. "Er, uh... No, I, uh, don't..."
The brazen girl turned to all of her friends then, a victorious smile on her lips. "See? I told you he wasn't still dating Cho Chang..."
Harry felt his face redden at the reminder of his sort-of ex-girlfriend... All of the girls giggled once again at the revelation, and Harry's brow puckered in confusion. Did all girls giggle like that all of the time?
Ginny certainly didn't giggle this much. Then again, he wouldn't mind if she did... She had the sort of laugh that made him want to join in.
"So, Harry," The brazen girl giggled, stepping closer and closer to him than Harry would have liked. He found himself pressed against the door, wishing it would somehow absorb him. "Seeing as you're single and all, which is crazy, seeing as you're the Chosen One, how would you like to-"
But she never had the chance to finish what she was about to say, as just at that moment, the door opened behind him and Harry stumbled back before catching himself on whoever opened the door.
He looked up at his hero to find it was Neville who had saved him.
"Neville!" He exclaimed, pleasantly surprised, as he righted himself up again, only outside of the compartment door.
"Hiya, Harry!" Neville said with a grin, Luna at his side, staring dazedly at the ceiling with strange glasses. "Been looking for you, mate. Ginny sent us to find you and sit with you."
Harry could have kissed Neville or Ginny at that moment, he was so grateful. But most preferably Ginny...
Actually, forget gratitude, he wanted to kiss Ginny anyways.
A snide scoff broke his train of thought, and they all turned their attentions back to the brazen girl.
"Come on, Harry," The girl said with a look that implied that she smelled something bad. "You don't have to sit with the likes of them... There is plenty of room for you in here."
She made another grab for his arm, but Harry stepped back, now thoroughly angry enough to forget his politeness.
"I would actually prefer to sit with them," Harry argued, with a glare directed at the girl, "They are my friends and some of the bravest people I know. They both saved me from a couple of scrapes at the Ministry last spring..."
He trailed off when the other girls in the compartment started whispering furiously.
"It's true! They actually went to the Ministry!"
"But-but that means that You-Know-Who really has returned..."
Harry was getting more and more tense with each word they said. It wasn't until Neville laid a hand on his shoulder and nodded his head to the side, indicating that they should get out of there, did Harry finally relax.
They left unnoticed, at first, and it wasn't until they were into the next train car did they hear the brazen girl call after him, telling him to come back.
As they were walking, Harry couldn't help but hear a snicker coming from behind him. He turned a quizzical eye back towards Neville, who started outright laughing when he noticed that he had Harry's attention.
And Neville didn't calm down until they finally found an empty compartment somewhere in the middle of the train.
Neville gave a heavy sigh as he sat down, a wide smile still on his face. "Sorry, about that, mate." Harry thought that he didn't look at all sorry, as he sat down across from Neville.
"It's just that, a lot of blokes would love being in the center of attention for so many girls... But you-" Neville broke off with a laugh again, "You look as though they are about to physically attack you, and the thought makes you sick on top of that!"
Harry huffed indignantly, "Well, it's not as though they were very nice, were they? Didn't you hear how that one girl talked about the two of you!"
Harry was still angry just at the thought of it...
Luna chose that moment to speak up, but never took her attention off the wall, nor did she take off those weird glasses. "That would be Romilda Vane..."
Her dreamy voice contrasted to the slight frown that suddenly appeared on her face. "You really didn't have to go to the trouble to say those nice things about us, Harry."
Harry's own frown turned resolute and he spoke in a firm voice, "I meant every word I said about you two. It doesn't take just any sort of person to follow me into a den of Death Eaters..."
Harry trailed off at the looks they were giving him.
Finally, Neville spoke up. "You really think that, Harry?"
"I do," Harry nodded firmly, "You are both my friends."
"We are?" Luna asked, surprised, "Huh. Well, that's good to know..."
Neville laughed as Luna went back to staring all around her in fascination, before he turned back to Harry.
"So, are you thinking about starting up the D.A. again this year, Harry?" Neville asked, anticipation thick in his voice.
Frowning, Harry replied, "No, I actually hadn't..."
It was the truth. He really hadn't thought of starting up the D.A. again. And now that he thought on it, he wasn't entirely sure that he really wanted to… The only reason why he had agreed in the first place was because Umbridge was a nightmare and wasn't teaching anything. And it had felt like his own secret revenge against her, that is, until they were found out, of course.
But with Umbridge gone, there was really no need to start up the D.A. again.
Then an image of Ginny's face came to his mind. And it caused his opinion on the matter to change…
Ginny was still a year younger than Harry, meaning that he wouldn't get to see her as often as they wouldn't have any classes together.
Perhaps the D.A. would be a good excuse to spend some time with her… Sure, Dean would most likely join back up in the D.A., but at least they wouldn't spend that time alone.
And as the teacher of the D.A., he could keep an eye on things… maybe even separate them when it came to dueling partners. Harry internally grinned at a fantasy of asking Ginny to stay after class for some private lessons…
"Oh…" Neville's disappointment was palpable throughout his entire demeanor. "I… I had thought that… but I understand if you didn't want to…"
"No! I-I actually think that it's a great idea, mate. I just hadn't thought of it before now, is all," Harry quickly interjected. And it suddenly hit him with how much of a good idea it actually was. With Voldemort out there, planning something big, getting more and more Death Eaters to follow him, it would be quite silly to waste this time in the calm before the storm… They really all should be preparing to the best of their abilities.
I shouldn't be the only one with extra training this year… Harry thought, before he continued his thoughts out loud to Neville and Luna. "Actually, I feel quite stupid for not thinking of it before, with Voldemort on the rise…"
Harry was surprised when neither of them shuddered at the name, and he knew then that what he said about them to Romilda Vane has never been more true.
Neville actually smiled wide at him, "That-That's great, Harry! It will be so nice to have the D.A. this year without having to worry about getting in trouble just for being a member!"
Luna frowned, "But the sneaking around was half of the fun. I remember one instance where I had to turn down a corridor I had never seen before, in order to hide, and I saw a large nesting of Lykuin birds high up in the mantles… Did you know that if you eat their eggs, you get three years of painful boils on your face? And if you pop them, it shoots out poison that can eat away stone…" She said in a dreamy voice.
Coughing to cover his laughter, Harry replied, "Really? I've never heard of Lykuin birds…"
Luna looked at him pointedly, "That's because you're not very cultured with your magical creatures, Harry. But you make up for it in your defense skills…"
Shaking his head, Harry neglected to comment, and they all fell into comfortable silence, each in their own thoughts.
Harry thought back to how the rest of his summer went with the Weasleys. It had been his best summer yet. Having time to spend with Ron, Hermione… as well as Ginny.
Even though he hadn't had any extra time to spend with Ginny alone, Harry didn't have to try too hard to convince his friends to include her in their summer plans and activities. They all had a fantastic time, it was easy for Harry to forget all of the negative things in his life.
Like Ginny having a boyfriend, or the prophecy…
When Ginny had asked him about being the 'Chosen One' at the pond that day, Harry had immediately told her everything about the prophecy, as well as his concerns that came along with it. Ginny had listened intently as he told her everything. Of course, she had voiced her concern and dislike at Harry having to be the one to try and defeat Voldemort…
"What did Ron and Hermione have to say about all of this...?" Ginny had asked him, in a quiet voice. It was clear that she had still been absorbing all of the information that he told her. And Harry couldn't have blamed her. It was a tough potion to swallow.
Harry had given her a puzzled look at the question that she chose to ask, though. "I haven't told them yet, hadn't had the chance to…"
For some reason, Ginny had seemed shocked by this, but she never elaborated why and Harry didn't push her by asking.
In the end, Ginny didn't treat him any different than she normally did. He was still 'Harry' in her eyes. It was both a comfort and a curse to him.
And it was later that night when he had finally gotten around to telling Ron and Hermione, with Ginny there with them as emotional support. A fact that Ron had actually caught on to, when she didn't react along the same lines as they did. Shocked and scared.
"You already knew?! When? How?!" Ron had bellowed when Ginny told him that she already knew of the prophecy.
Harry had tried not to meet Hermione's knowing gaze as he had answered for Ginny, "I had told her earlier today, when she asked about me being the 'Chosen One'…" Harry had said.
Ron had looked like he had been about to argue, but Harry had said that he didn't want to hear any more of it. He had expressed his desire to spend the rest of the summer doing fun, normal things. Without anyone bringing up Voldemort, Sirius, or even the looming war.
And that was exactly what they had done. They spent many days in the air, on brooms, tossing about a quaffle or actually playing quidditch when Fred and George came over.
And it had all been simply fantastic to forget…
That is, until they had spied on Malfoy getting up to no good at Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley. Harry just knew that Draco was now a Death Eater, and that was what he had shown what had been on his arm to Mr. Borgin to terrify him so much.
He just had a feeling that they should keep an eye on Malfoy this year, but Ron and Hermione didn't believe him… and they had been right there with him, seen it all for themselves. Harry had been so annoyed with them that a large part of him regretted having them come with him, whereas he could have brought Ginny instead.
Ginny would believe him, surely. In fact, she might have come up with her own theories to what Draco had been after in that shop.
Harry was interrupted from his thoughts by the opening of the compartment door. The three of them all looked up to see Mr. Slughorn, er, Professor Slughorn, beaming down at Harry.
"Ah, Harry, my dear boy. I have finally found you!" Professor Slughorn praised. "I am hosting a sort of luncheon in my compartment in the back. Do say that you will come…"
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