Never Let You Go ✔️(HINNY FANFIC)

Chapter-3 The boy I loved?

Harry's POV

I was busy making the table, putting a fake facade in front of Mrs Weasley.

An urge in me kept building to sort things out with Ginny but I knew she would never talk to me after what had happened. I couldn't believe it's over between us. It was killing me inside. 

Her hazel eyes, fierce red hair and the smile she would carry was sticked in my mind forever.

Smiling to myself, I was done putting the last plate on the table when I heard footsteps. Few seconds later, Ron was the first one to come into my vision following by Hermione and Ginny.

"Hey, guys!” They both greeted me with a nod except Ginny who just sat on the chair, without making eye contact.

"Come on, kids sit down and have some food. You all must be hungry." said Mrs Weasley.

Ron being Ron swallowed most of the food in his plate at once. He didn't even notice how dangerously Hermione was eyeing him.

"Could you stop eating like that!?" Hermione slowly hissed to him.

"Yeah, Ronald, she is right. Have some manners while eating in front of others." Mrs Weasley told his son in a serious tone.

"Okay, I'll going to try next time. Now let me have 'cause I am bloody hungry." Ron shrugged before munching on his food again.

We all dined together in silence, later George coming down, his shoulders sagged but at least he considered eating. Mrs Weasley looked at his broken son before continuing eating.

The tiredness of the day visible on our eyes as we finally filled our hungry stomachs. As I and Mrs Weasely stood up to clean the table, Ron asked.

"Mom, what's for dessert?”

"Well Ron, today Harry has made the dessert and honestly I don't know." Her eyes twinkled at me, a smile forming in her lips.

Everyone except Ginny looked at me striving for an answer. I flicked my wand at the direction of the kitchen and a large cutlery came flying.

"Ahh... so let me present to you my own very favorite dessert, treacle tart." I said, smiling before putting a big plate of Tart in front of them.

I saw everyone changed their facial expressions to a smile but when I looked at Ginny from everyone she didn't seem happy and just rolled her eyes in disgust.

I know treacle tart was her favorite but just because I made this, she was acting like this, probably.

Ginny's POV

That was it, the way he was shamelessly trying. What was he thinking right now that he would change my mind by baking some treacle tart?

He was making this all a show in front of my family which I wouldn't like a bit.

"Mum.” I began while drumming my fingers on the wooden table. “I think I’ve eaten a lot. I’m going to my room.”

"Dear, are you okay? This is your favorite dish and you aren't eating. Why?" Mum furrowed her eyebrows in concern.

"I can't gulp as much food as Ron and I want to rest." I said hoping to change the subject while I stood up.

"Hey, it's not funny!" Ron said, quite offended by my statement.

"I am going to my room. Good night, everyone."

I ran to my room after I successfully reached to the stairs. I wanted to cry aloud. Why did this happen to me? I waited for him for and I got this in return. I let a tear roll down my cheeks. While sobbing for some time  I heard a knock on my door.

Merlin's beard, here we go again.

Harry's POV

After we all eat dessert, I quickly stood up causing everyone to look up at me.

"Mrs Weasley I am going to Ron's room. I have to take something out of my bag before going to sleep." I said.

She nodded at me slowly. I got up and started to leave when Hermione grabbed my arm from behind. I looked at her and she made a questioning look by raising her eyebrow. “What is going on?”

"Everything is fine, Mione." I lied to her, smiling.

She released her grip and nodded at me. I ran upstairs. I didn't want to take anything out of my bag I just want to talk to Ginny before everyone would go to sleep.

I stood in front of Ginny's room. Muffled sobs could be heard, indicating that she must be crying or worst, ready to shout at anybody on her way.

I knew what I did was wrong but it wasn't my fault completely. And Ginny have to learn this before she does anything to her or maybe to me.

Well, I, Harry bloody Potter, the chosen one, the boy who lived, the boy who killed the Dark Lord but I did have a fear of Ginny Weasley because she could bloody hex me even before I try to speak something. Holding down all my fear back, I gulped and knocked on her door.

Ginny's POV

I stood up and wiped my tears out of my face quickly. Then I asked,

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Ginny" The voice said. I suddenly realised the god damn voice.
I picked my wand, pointing it at the door.

Okay Ginny you could do it. It's not that hard. You just have to say things calmly. Calmly.

"Alohomora"

The door opened itself. There I saw Harry, the boy once loved.

"Hey Gin. I just want to make things clear between us." He said in a shaky voice.

"It's doesn't go the same for me. I had seen Romilda and you kissing and that's why there is no need for clearing things between us." I said looking down at my wand.

"See, I honestly don't know what happened there. All I can say that she tricked me — ” I cut him off.

"Yes, I know the truth that she lied to me. Maybe she kissed you first but I saw you kissing her back as if she is yours" I said still looking down at my wand. I sighed, reminded myself, Calmly.

"Ginny please look at me I need you and I love you. It was just a trick" He cried.

"Get out" I mumbled.

"Gin.. What? " He asked me.

I looked up fiercely, tears glistening my eyes as I shouted at him,

"GET THE HELL OUT MY ROOM NOW OR I WILL HEX YOU!"

I didn't help but let out all the tears I was holding back.

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To be continued.

Well what will now gonna happen? This is it for this chapter. Pls vote and like this story. It's matters a lot to me guys.

Signing out!