Chapter- 17 The Truth

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Harry's POV

She was snoring. Sleeping carelessly as nothing happened. Ginny Weasley, a Redhead who I adored and loved. The talk we just had was weird but this made me chuckle. She truly was precious. Drunken form of her was so different. It made me blush when she started singing that poem.

My Ginny.

Shaking my head while looking at her, one thought came which made me slightly frightened.

What if she wouldn't think or feel in the way like she confessed when she was drugged? What if she wouldn't want me in her future? But I couldn't go all my hope in vain.

I dreamt of her all these two years. Visited every match in disguise to just steal a glimpse of her. She always played well. Fiercely yet very calmy. This was what I liked about her. 

I never thought of anybody in my life apart from her. It took me two whole years to realized that it wasn't my fault and neither hers. Just a misunderstanding, we could say led by Romilda. She just trapped me when I was emotionally and physically weak and all drained, where I just needed Ginny.

The door opened, snapping the thoughts away.  It was Ron and Hermione. Holding their hands, they looked so good together. I wondered if this whole thing didn't happen between me and Ginny, then we might be together or I had already proposed to her. I smiled at the thought.

"Harry." Ron spoke up. "Mate, you should really need some rest. Go Home." Hermione nodded and then looking at Ginny's sleeping figure.

"I need to be here when Ginny wakes up." I said.

"What did she say before sleeping?" Hermione asked.

"Everything. Hardly she let me spoke anything." I grinned.

"Malfoy and his son, both have been charged to death penalties." Ron sneered. "Deserved them well."

"I am still wondering what Malfoy was doing in the disguise of that Wilson." Hermione said, tilting her head.

"He doesn't spilled anything yet. He said that he accepted his fate." Ron said.

"And Mr Wilson. Was he real or fake?" I asked as curiosity got my best.

"There are no records of any Wilson in Holyhead Harpies. They said that they have no Wilson on their staff." Ron replied.

"But the way Ginny introduced him to us, it looked like she knew him." Hermione said.

"Maybe she was under Imperious Curse." I said caressing Ginny's hand with my thumb.

"She couldn't be." Hermione said quickly. "I mean I was with her and there were no symptoms of any Curse in her eyes."

"So do you think Ginny knows something about Malfoy?" Ron asked, arching his eyebrow at Hermione.

"When Malfoy was with us in disguise, he didn't harm any of us. And if had the intention of hurting Ginny, he could have done it before our arrival." I said.

"And later when Ginny was kidnapped, he was still with us." Hermione added.

"Or maybe we are just overthinking about it. Maybe he was guilty." Ron grumbled.

"There is something we aren't seeing." I whispered to myself.

"We should be grateful that Ginny is safe." Ron sighed.

"She is so strong, isn't she?" Hermione whispered while looking at me and Ron.

"Oh, 'Course because she is my sister." Ron said proudly but Hermione cut him off.

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