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Chapter 1: Harry’s Homecoming

Ginny’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of someone running down the stairs outside her room. The 15-year-old witch jumped up and looked out the window to see Harry Potter standing outside the front door with Professor Dumbledore. Ginny jumped up from her bed and bounded to the door. She slowly opened it and slipped out through the small crack. She tiptoed down the stairs, making sure to skip all of the squeaky ones. When she reached the bottom she slowly and carefully looked around the corner of the kitchen hoping her mother wouldn’t see her. There, she saw Harry sitting at the table talking to her mother about her father’s promotion and everything that was happening at the ministry. She had heard about this many times before and it was no surprise that this was the first thing her mother told Harry. Her mother had told everyone she knew about his promotion many times before. Ginny zoned out as they kept droning on about it. She began listening again when they began talking about Harry. Her mother asked Harry questions about his home and how is family treated him this past summer. She took a chance and peeked her head around the corner again. She smiled at the sight of Harry, but quickly stopped herself. Harry turned toward where Ginny was standing as she whipped her head around the corner in a panic that she had been caught. She bounded up the stairs and back into her bedroom. Harry looked at the stairs swearing that he saw a flash of long, red hair.

Ginny felt guilty for still have residual feelings for Harry. She had recently started dating Dean Thomas, who was a friend of Harry and her older brother, Ron. Dean had liked her since her 3rd year and finally asked her out last year at the end of her fourth. She hadn’t really liked him until they actually started going out. She did like Dean and she liked him enough to date him but she didn’t love him like she loved Harry. But, Harry didn’t return the same feelings for her and she knew that. This depressed her as she slipped back through the crack in her door and closed it slowly.

She heard Harry pass her room on the way to his bedroom for the night. Ginny tossed and turned in her bed, thinking of Harry. She got up and walked around her room. She read all of the letters Dean had sent her, but they didn’t make her smile as much as they used to. She thought of Harry and how she became happy just thinking about him. But, she had to give up on him. He was going to move on and find a different girl that he loved. And it wasn’t her. She became even unhappier as she thought about this further. She looked through her journal from years ago. She read about when she first met Harry and she thought that he might actually like her. She read further through her past years through her diary and as she turned every page she felt numb and empty inside as if something was missing. She threw herself onto her bed in frustration tears rolled down her face.

The next morning Mrs. Weasley knocked on her daughter’s room to wake her up. Ginny groaned and pulled her pillow over her head.

“Go away! I’m sleeping,” Ginny yelled.

“Ginny, ‘shouted Mrs. Weasley from outside as she pounded on the door harder, “Get up now. Fleur needs help with breakfast and I most certainly am not doing it.” Her mother stomped down the stairs after she pounded on the door a few more times. Ginny pulled herself out of her bed and trudged into the bathroom and jumped into the warm shower. She blow-dried her hair, brushed on some make-up and brushed her teeth. She hadn’t felt like putting on any real clothes so she threw her pajamas back on. She then trudged downstairs to see her older brother Bill’s fiancé, Fleur. Ginny despised Fleur. She was part veela and everyone loved her, at least all the boys did. Even her brother Ron was in a daze every time she was in the room. Ron was running around the kitchen trying to help Fleur in any way he could while only making a fool of himself by dropping everything he tried to hand to her. This also disgusted Ginny.

“Morning ‘inny,” said Fleur, “you zlook zo cute.” Fleur hugged Ginny while she tried to push away. When Fleur let go, Ginny escaped to the stove and started making eggs. Mrs. Weasley came waddling down the stairs a few minutes later.

“Ginny,” she said, “put all the food onto a tray that we can take up to Harry.”

“Harry’s here?” shouted Ron and Hermione at the same time, “why didn’t you tell us?” They both ran up the stairs and into the room where Harry was staying. Ginny stayed and began to make Harry’s breakfast when Fleur swooped down on her again.

“I’ll do zat zsweetheart,” she cooed, “You go andz playz wiz your friendz.” Ginny sneered at her and practically ran up the stairs to get away from her. She came bursting into the room where Harry was in bed and Hermione and Ron were sitting next to each other on the end of the bed.

Harry looked up to see Ginny standing there in her pajamas but she looked different. She seemed to glow and his heart raced oddly. He tried to shake this feeling but he couldn’t and as she came closer to his bed, butterflies came into his stomach and he felt nervous and lightheaded as her flowery scent washed over him. He shook this thought out of his mind and tried to listen to the conversation without thinking about what he had just felt.

“What’s wrong Ginny?” asked Hermione.

“It’s HER,” Ginny said irritated, “the way she talks to me, you’d think I was four!” Ginny sat down on the edge of Harry’s bed.

‘Yes,” agreed Hermione, “She can be annoying sometimes.

“Lay off her,” said Ron, “She’s just trying to be nice.” Harry looked confused thinking they were talking about Mrs. Weasley.

“Who are we talking-“ he started to ask but his question was soon answered as Fleur swept into the room with a try of food. She flew over to his bed and kissed him on the cheek.

“Itz zo good to zee you ‘arry,” she said as she put the food on his bed and she continued to cooe over Harry. Ginny tuned out Fleur’s useless yapping and she watched Harry. He looked anxious, but what boy doesn’t when someone like Fleur is talking to them. Ron was embarrassing himself by saying stupid things and she turned her eyes toward Harry but she noticed he was looking at her. She quickly turned away and looked back at Fleur who was twirling around saying something about Bill and Mrs. Weasley and came into the room and said something to Fleur. Ginny didn’t catch it but it made Fleur leave. Mrs. Weasley shook her head and turned to Harry.

“So, I see you heard the news about Bill and Fleur,” she said and forced a smile on her face. Ginny and Hermione giggled.

“Mum hates her,” Ginny told Harry and giggled again.

“I do not hate her,” Mrs. Weasley snapped at her daughter, “I think that Bill is rushing this a bit.”

“Whatever Mum,” said Ginny holding back giggles and glanced toward Harry who was smiling at her.

“Ginny, Fleur needs you to help her start lunch,” Mrs. Weasley grumbled to Ginny. Ginny snapped her head toward her mother.

“I am not helping her,” she said.

“Well I most definitely am not so you are,” her mother snapped back, “so go downstairs now. And put on some proper clothes. You’re still in pajamas!” Mrs. Weasley then turned on her heels and stomped down the stairs. Ginny jumped off the bed and stomped down the stairs after her leaving Ron, Harry and Hermione in the room laughing.

Ginny came into the kitchen and her mother was the only person in the kitchen. “Where’s Fleur?” Ginny asked, “I thought you told me to help Fleur and she’s not even here.”

“Bill just got home and she’s greeting him in the living room,” Mrs. Weasley answered with a disgusted tone in her voice and she pointed down the hall. Ginny turned and walked toward the living room. When she got there she saw Fleur and Bill kissing. But to her, it looked like they were sucking each other’s faces off. It startled her to see her older brother making out with HER in the living room.

“Oh god,” she yelled startled and Fleur and Bill broke apart and looked at her, “I did not need to see that.” Bill smirked at her.

“Grow up, Gin,” he said. Fleur hit him playfully.

“’e means zat in a nice way ‘inny,” she said. Ginny was disgusted and she hated Fleur and didn’t see why it was her brother that had to marry her.

“And besides,” said Bill, “you’re 15 and you have a boyfriend, or at least that’s what Ron tells me.” He smiled at his younger sister but Ginny was furious now.

“RON TOLD YOU WHAT?” she shouted at him.

“He told me that you’re dating Dean Thomas now,” Bill answered calmly and smiled again.

“UH,” Ginny cried in frustration, “I’ll kill him!” And she ran down the hall and up the stairs and headed towards Harry’s room and knocked. She only heard Harry’s voice answer so she calmed down a little and opened the door.

“Hey,” Harry said. He was dressed and his hair was damp from the shower. Ron and Hermione were no longer in his room.

“Hi,” she said stupidly, “Where’s Ron?’

“He and Hermione went to Diagon Alley to get their books and stuff,” he said, “They said you already went and I’d already gone so I stayed behind, why?” Ginny looked stressed or anxious to him and he wanted to know why.

“It’s nothing really,” she said and sat down on his bed. She sat in silence while Harry watched her. He seemed to know something was bothering her even though she wouldn’t tell him. “Ok, fine,” she said, “I’ll tell you but you can’t tell anyone.” Harry nodded. “I’m sort of thinking about whether getting together with Dean was the right thing to do or not, I’m sort of questioning it now. And Bill said that Ron told him that I was dating Dean, which, I am, but I got so mad that someone besides me and Dean knew, which sounds really stupid now. But, I guess I want to hide the relationship but that makes me feel like I’m just leading Dean on or something. I don’t know,” she shrugged with embarrassment. Harry sat down next to her.

“That doesn’t sound stupid,” he said, “Its going to be okay, don’t worry about it so much. I’m not really sure what to tell you so, I’ll just say let things unfold for now. See what happens.” Ginny nodded. She felt like she was in a dream, telling Harry all of her feelings. Ginny softly said bye and clumsily left the room and went downstairs to her room. She closed the door behind her and slumped onto her bed. She couldn’t keep her feelings and thoughts straight anymore. It felt magical sitting there and talking to Harry, but she liked Dean, or she thought she liked Dean. She sat up and rested her head on the hand and leaned on the windowsill. She watched Bill and Fleur outside chasing each other and running around happily. She wished that she had someone to love that loved her back. She didn’t love Dean and she knew he didn’t love her. But, she decided that she best leave things as they are instead of complicating it. It was good enough, for now.

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