Harry tried really hard not to look Ginny in the eyes.
The good thing was there were a lot of guests arriving for Bill and Fluer's wedding,so they were never alone in the living room.
However,the bad thing was,Harry couldn't stop himself from looking her way,or be a little too helpful when Ginny was busy.Also,he had to be careful so that Ron wouldn't notice that he's still not over Ginny.
{You really didn't need to break up with her, you know?} Finally, after seeing Harry in such a struggling situation,Hermione stepped in.
They were setting up the table for dinner.Ron was being called by Mrs. Weasley to do some laundry.
{You're human.You have feelings.You can have a normal relationship.}
{Yeah.,but I'm not normal,am I?} Harry snapped back.
His scar was hurting again.It hurt for the whole day yesterday actually. So he was pretty upset already.And the hot weather and Hermione's talking just made him feel much worse.
{Fine.I'm just trying to help,you know.} She glared at Harry,apparently hurt, and set the plates down so hard that he thought they would shatter into pieces.
{Don't think you're the only one who's upset about the break up.Ron told me that Ginny's been crying for weeks.}
Harry felt something inside him missing.He lifted his head and saw Ginny sitting on the couch,reading magazines.
Her red hair covered most of her face,but Harry could still see her left eye.It was red.
A sudden rage raised within him.But it was not about Ginny. It was about himself.
Why,did he always let people down?
People who cared so much for him,who loved him so much…..
He had to do something. He turned around and found Ron being occupied by a pile of dirty clothes.
He stood up abruptly, swiftly and silently he walked up to Ginny, grab her wrist and took her out of the house. Ginny walked silently beside him until the house was nowhere to be seen.
The sun was hiding itself behind the hills, and the sky darkened. For a long time, neither of them said anything.
{Em….Harry? We should go back…dinner….}
{Dinner can wait.} Harry answered, and finally turned around to face Ginny.
{I’ve been so selfish.} He said suddenly.
{What? You’re not! You’ve done so much for us. For the Wizarding world.} Ginny shook her head and said.
{I mean to us. To Ron and Hermione.} Harry replied.
{What are you saying? You’re not selfish.}
{I am. Especially to those who care for me. Who love me. Especially to you.} He touched her face gently, looking into her eyes.
{I'd never asked you. I never thought about how much harm I gave you when I said those words on the funeral. I never asked how you felt.}
{It doesn’t matter. I understand.} Ginny looked away, trying hard to steady her voice.
{I know why you said those words.}
Harry ignored her, and took a step closer.
{How do “you” feel? Ginny? When I broke up with you?}
Ginny didn't answer, and she closed her eyes. Even through darkness, Harry could see a teardrop falling.
{Ginny, you can tell me. You don’t need to be strong in front of me.}
{Would that make a difference then? If I told you how I feel?} She asked. Harry frowned and answered,
{No.}
{So there’s really no need to bother you with those things. You’ve got enough on your mind already.}
{But I want to be bother by those things!!} Harry said without thinking.
{I know this sounds stupid, but being with you makes me feel normal again. And I want to be normal.}
There was another silence. Then Ginny faced Harry and said slowly,
{I felt…angry, upset, and worried. Desperate, anxious and restless. I felt a lot of emotions that day, but mostly I was worried. Worried that….I might never see you again after summer.}
Ginny was moving closer, and she was now whispering. Harry could see tears falling down along her cheeks.
{Ginny, I could not ask you to wait for me. I could not promise that I would return.} Harry held Ginny tightly. So tight that they could hear each other’s heartbeat,
{But I can promise that, because of you, I would try my best to stay alive. And if I did come back alive, will you become Mrs. Potter?}
Ginny couldn’t help but smiled.
{What makes you think that I would want to marry you? No one proposes when they’re 17.} She joked.
{Well, they’re not us. Times like these make me don’t want to miss anything in my life. Make me want to capture every moment. And I want you in the picture. In my picture.}
Ginny kissed Harry slightly on the lips, and she smiled.
{I won't answer that question for now. Cause that way,you will have one more reason to come back alive.} Ginny winked and took Harry’s hand, starting to walk towards the house.
{And now, we should get back to dinner. You don’t want Ron bugging you all night and ask you about what we just talked about, do you?}
{No. Definitely not. If he knew I just proposed, I guess I'll be dead before I kill Voldemort.}
And they laughed like they’d never laughed before.
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