love you too

Really?!

It was quiddich again. Harry was trying as hard as he could to win the last matches with his team. As captain, he wanted to win this years cup, not sure he would be next year at Hogwarts.

Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday from 7 P.M to 11 P.M they would practice no matter the weather. The chasers were really good, especially with Ginny in the lead. She could easily pass as a professional player. 

She was still dating Dean, much to Harry's and Ron's displeasure. He would always pick her up from practice, but she didn't seem that happy. Harry once caught her with Demelza talking about how annoying this was. Harry couldn't help but to smile at her comment. 

Recently, Harry found himself thinking about Ginny at the most unusual times. When he would go to bed, wake up or just zone out at his lessons. He found himself dreaming about playing together at the pitch, walking on the grounds, casually talking or doing some other  things. This was one of the times this would happen. 

She was soaring so high in the air, barely seeing her in the heavy rain, but Harry, who was trained for at least 6 years to find a spot of read hair due to living in one of the most crowded places it could ever exist (Hogwarts) and Ron being his best friend, he could immediately see the red and gold robes, the hair like fire (which matched the temper) and her big grin on her face as soon as the quaffle hit the gold post. He could also see the pout on his best friends face when it the ball scored.

Back on the ground, the whole team could see that  a storm was coming, so they ended practice. After showering and changing, Harry went out with his umbrella out to go in the castle. Instead of being the first one to head out, he saw Ginny, who looked cold and wet.

"What are you doing here Georgia? he used the name proudly." Lately, they have been getting along really well. They had inside jokes, nicknames for each other and they were the only one who would stay up until late at night talking about various subjects. He couldn't believe how oblivious Dean was, considering that he was always by Ginny's side. 

"Just sitting in the rain, minding my own business, unlike you, Harold" They both laughed at this and almost instantly, and like two pieces of a puzzle, walked to each other to cover her from the rain.

GINNY POV:

It was one of those gloomy days, which remined me of my first year. I still have nightmares, but only Harry knows. I took all the pills that existed, went to a therapist, psychiatrist, madam Pomfrey, but nothing seemed to work. I won't ever forget those late night I cried myself to sleep or waking up to not remember what I did or how I got in such a bad state.

In my second year, I still had a crush  on Harry, but I could talk to talk to him or we had that 'soulmate bullshit thingy that you do with Harry when someone does something stupid' as Hermione liked to refer it as (shocking, I know). We just looked at each other when someone did something stupid and tried not to laugh. 

Then, in my third year, I finally could talk to him and hang out and then I started dating Michael Corner and got on with my life. Forth year was the D.A and Harold started dating Cho Chang, it hurt me, but I knew he really liked her and for a while, maybe only for a week or two, he was truly happy, not caring about Sirius and the danger he was in or the order, he was just a teenage boy who smiled. I saw he was happy, so I was happy too. He needed someone who cared for him, someone who loved him and took care of him, not because they were close, like brother or sister or they were best friends and he did the same for them, but because she loved him and it hurt when he was sad or hurt or broken. Like I did. The whole fiasco then happened with the Ministry and Sirius died, it hurt all of us, but Harry the most. All of us could see it, but he let no-one in.  You can see  it on his face that he is broken forever, bur somehow, he still puts a grin or smile on his face when he is with me.

I was thinking a few days ago about this and how he just may do it because I am the little sister, the one who needs to be protected and lied to. But, with all these years of faking smiles, I know the real ones. I can only see them when he is with me weirdly.

Back to the present, we were just joking around as we walked towards the castle. With Dean I was never that happy, Harry was the one who made me laugh, he was the only one I cried in front of and he always made sure that I was happy. I did the same for him and he finally looked a bit better.

We entered the common room and said goodbye as he went to Hermione to study and I went to the girls dormitory. I wasn't at all jealous, as I knew that she was in love with my prat of a brother number 6 (a.k.a Ron). 

"Bye Harold!" I said laughing.

"Bye Georgia!" he said back with a grin on his face. I took a last look at the raven haired boy and sprinted down the stairs. I was so happy when I was with him. When I usually saw Dean, my smile turned into a fake one. He cared for me, I knew that, but I didn't feel anything. No butterflies, no grins, no jokes, no nicknames. Just fights, screams and him being overprotective. We didn't laugh or comfort each other, he never have seen the damaged side of me, only the perfectly polished, happy and amazing Ginny Weasley. Not the girl who has can't sleep at night, who writes songs as her escape from the world, the moody one, the broken girl that can have a happy dream once in a while. Not Dean, just one person has seen than the real Ginny. A raven haired boy with emerald eyes who is also broken, but grins at the smallest things in life. The one who talks to me till 1 A.M about his nightmares or Voldemort. His nickname is Harold and he is my best friend. 

No, I can't love him. I have already been here. He will do some noble shit and he will break your heart. But he will be noble, Gin! And who cares about you the most? Who is there for you when you need it the most? Who make you feel the butterflies and makes you feel safe? Tell me, who? 

I couldn't believe it.

I was in love.

I was in love with harry James Potter, or, as  I say, Harold John potter.

HARRY POV"

"Bye Georgia!" I smiled back and went to Hermione. I was so happy that I didn't see at first her big grin. When I did, I asked what was it about. "What's this about Hermione? Please don't tell me anything about homework or N.E.W.Ts!"

"No, I won't say anything about that. I will just say that is painfully obvious that you fancy her!"

"Me? Fancying someone? Are you mad?" I could feel my cheeks burning at her comment. She seemed to notice.

"Really, Harry? Really?! You fancy Ginny!" I was really thankful that she said this in a whisper.

"Hermione! Don't joke around! I don't fancy her!"

"If you say so.... But remember that she told me she will break up with Dean this week. On another topic, I finally found a way to get the memory from Slughorn. Ron, come here!"

When I heard this piece of information a bunch of fireworks erupted from my body. When she will, I will shot my shoot, I hope. We talked to whole night about the plan to get the memory, but I went to bed with only one thought. 

I fancy her.

I fancy Ginny Weasley. 

No, I love Ginny Weasley, or, as I say, Georgia Minnie Weasley.

But does she love me back?

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