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Sittin’ In A Parked Car
You don’t get it!” The backs of Ginny Weasley’s eyes burned from unshed tears. “I see the way you look at him, Harry! You—you aren’t fooling anyone.” She dug her nails into the palms of her hands hard as though the pain would distract her from the hurt inside.
Harry’s eyebrows drew together, his cheeks flushed and dark brown hair more messy than usual. “Ginny, I don’t know what you’re—”
“Bullshit.” The tears were escaping, scalding hot as they dripped down her cheeks. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your bruised lips? The bite marks on your collarbone?”
We Don’t Even Fight No More
Harry’s green eyes—the eyes that once gazed at Ginny with adoration—flickered to his feet. “Can we please not talk about it?” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. “I hate fighting with you.”
“Then tell me I’m wrong.” Her voice cracked, but she took his hand nonetheless and held it like a lifeline. “Tell me you love me, Harry.” The words came out as a plea.
He looked up. “I love you.” But he didn’t meet her eyes, gazing at a spot over Ginny’s shoulder and she knew, without a doubt, that his mind was elsewhere.
We Don’t Even Touch No More
The next day Ginny tried to ignore it. The subtle glances, flushed cheeks, brushes of hands that no one but her noticed. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her.
She leaned forward to kiss his cheek but he abruptly moved away. “I need to go to the bathroom,” he mumbled and walked away before she could open her mouth to respond. Her eyes followed him in the crowd, watching as he passed the bathroom and took a sharp turn right.
She was about to follow him when she saw a familiar platinum blond boy trail close behind, his lips tilted upwards in a small smile. His hair was perfectly styled, but five minutes later Ginny spotted him again. And his hair? It was all messed up.
Used To Be My Best Friend
“Do you want to play a game of chess?”
“Yeah,” Harry said absently. “Sure.” His green eyes were staring at a spot over Ginny’s shoulder, zoning out. She did not even want to think about what was going on in his mind at the moment. Or who.
She set the board up, crossing her legs underneath her butt. She handed him a glass of water and earned a mumbled “thanks” which only made her stomach sink further down. “Ready to play?” The cheeriness in her tone hurt her ears. It was possible that she was trying too hard.
“Yeah.”
When Harry did not make the first move; Ginny did. But it was like Harry wasn’t even there because he still didn't order his pawns anywhere. He fiddled with the end of his robes, an action that signified he was thinking hard about something.
We Don’t Even Laugh No More
“Talk to me.” Ginny’s tone sounded the same as it did the night before when she had begged him to tell her that he loved her. “Yell at me. Laugh at me. Do something!” It took all of her self control not to start shouting and crying. “Are you…are you thinking about him?”
Harry met her eyes for the first time in what felt like forever, full of wariness. “Sorry, Ginny, I’m tired.” He stood and started to head to the boys’ sleeping chambers.
Barely Even Talk No More
This time, she could not find it in herself to watch him walk away. “Good night,” she whispered and paused before packing up the board.
He never said it back.
You Wanna Hold My Hand And Then You Won’t
In the crowded hallways the next morning, Harry took Ginny’s hand and led her to Defense Against the Dark Arts. His grip was tight and his striking green eyes showed with something akin to determination.
He’s trying to prove something. To himself and to her. Hope flickered in her chest at the possibility that they could work out and that things would go back to normal.
Ginny looked at him in admiration, but he didn't look down at her. Instead, he was focused intently at an object in front of him. Or a person. She followed his gaze and the hope burned out, like a faint candle getting blown at with full force.
Platinum blond. Pale skin. Styled hair. Subtly bruised lips.
Harry immediately dropped her hand as though it were some cursed wand. “Malfoy,” he nodded to the tall boy in a completely casual manner. “Quidditch practice went well yesterday, I think you might be catching up to me.”
“Catching up to you, Potter?” Draco gave him a once-over. “I’m way better than you are.” His lips tilted upwards into a smirk. “No offense or anything.” He leaned closer, his grey eyes glinting with unspoken words.
“None taken.” Harry returned the smirk as Ginny got that familiar sick feeling in her stomach. There was a high chance she was going to throw up.
You Say You Love Me Then You Don’t
The halls started to clear out, and Draco pulled away, walking in the opposite direction. “See you later.” He paused and glanced back. “Oh, and Potter?” His words were solely directed at Harry, and he didn’t even spare Ginny a glance.
“Yeah, Malfoy?”
“It’s nice to know that you’re watching me.” Draco winked and Harry’s cheeks flushed the color of a deep red tomato.
“You prat,” Harry called, his voice echoing along the corridor.
Draco winked. “You love it.”
It was like she was invisible.
Harry watched him go, swallowing hard. He didn’t tear his gaze away from the retreating Slytherin boy until Draco turned a corner and disappeared from sight. An emotion flashed across Harry’s face as he turned to look down at Ginny.
Disappointment.
“Do you love me?” The question sounded so pathetic because of course he did. He told her so himself. There was no way her boyfriend of nine months would dump her for his rival. For the guy who bullied him relentlessly when they were younger.
“Of course I do, Gin. You know I do.” Harry frowned but as he said it his eyes were staring at her nose. Or her chin. He couldn’t even meet her eyes. “Look, wait for me, okay? We can partner up. I forgot my…er…books.”
Before she could even think of protesting, he was gone.
You Keep Me Runnin’ And Runnin’ Around
Ginny waited for him. Of course she did; she loved him. He loved her. But the minutes ticked on and Professor Carrow kept giving her pointed glances because she was the one that told him Harry was running late, therefore she would be blamed if Harry missed class altogether.
Where the bloody hell was Harry?
Twenty minutes passed before the door opened and a flushed-looking Harry entered the room. His red-and-yellow tie was all messed up, his shirt untucked, his green eyes were shining with an emotion Ginny could not decipher, his brown hair looked like it had been tugged, and it was as though hands had run through it multiple times.
So, she tried her best to ignore it. Even the marks all along his neck. And the fact that his books were nowhere in sight.
If I’m Not All You Need
“Lavendar Brown is hosting a party later tonight.” Ginny brought up the party during lunch, sitting comfortably next to Harry as his fingers traced patterns along the palm of her hand. “I was wondering if you would like to go with me?”
He hesitated and looked around the table at all of their staring friends. They clearly wanted him to go.
“You have to come,” Dean said.
“It’s a firewhiskey party.” Ron offered with a knowing smile. “Lavendar wanted me to spread the word but, y’know, in a discreet way.” He shrugged. “Bring snacks and drinks.”
Harry looked like he was seriously thinking about it. “I…I’ll check my calendar.”
Ginny drew her eyebrows together. “Why can’t you come tonight? It’s a Friday so you can finish whatever work your professors assigned to you on either Saturday or Sunday.” She placed her other hand on top of his.
Harry avoided her eyes. “Yeah, I know, but…you know how we have that upcoming game against the Slytherins next week and I really think I could use the practice.” His eyes flickered to the Slytherin table across the room. “Malfoy’s getting pretty good lately.”
She forced a smile at that. “Oh, okay.”
“But I’ll make it up to you," he said quickly. “Tomorrow night we’ll do anything you want and I won’t complain once. Deal?” He kissed her cheek and the forced smile suddenly became a little real.
“Deal.”
Then Just Set Me Free
It was late and the party was just…boring. All of Ginny’s friends were wasted and since Harry wasn’t there, there was really no reason why she had to be here. She should have offered to practice quidditch with him.
She made my way back to the common room but froze at the sight in front of her after she gave the Fat Lady the password.
“Draco,” Harry whispered in the Gryffindor common room, lying on the crimson red couch. “Not in—” he opened his mouth to let out a breathy moan. “Not in public. Not here. Anyone could walk in and see us.” He rushed to get the words out before another moan left his parted mouth.
“Damn, Potter, are you that embarrassed by me?” There was humor in Draco’s voice as he straddled Harry's hips, rubbing up against him. A tortured groan left Harry's lips and Draco’s eyes fluttered shut. “Oh well.” He started to pull away.
Harry’s eyes widened and he retracted his arm to grab Draco. “What are you doing?”
The Slytherin's eyes widened in mock innocence. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were too embarrassed to get caught with a Slytherin so I’m saving you the work of breaking whatever this is.” He gestured between himself and Harry.
“No.” Harry’s voice was full of need, a certain kind of need that he had never directed towards Ginny before. “Stay.”
Draco smirked. “I’m afraid you’ll have to beg for it, Potter.”
Ginny walked away before the pleads could begin to leave Harry’s lips. The pain was worse than anything she had ever experienced before, but underneath all the hurt was anger.
I’m Down On My Knees
The next day Ginny avoided Harry. He begged her to tell him what he did wrong. If it was because he couldn’t go to the party or because he had been spacy lately he blamed it on quidditch and his lack of sleep.
“I know.” She told him when he followed her to the common room. “I know about you and Draco, Harry. I mean, I obviously knew before but…I always thought that I was just being paranoid. I mean, you aren’t gay.” Ginny humored the idea of running up to the girls’ dorm room and crying under her blankets. “Or, at least, I didn’t think you were until…”
He seemed to process what she just said, his face a ghastly pale. She saw the fresh marks all along his neck and the redness of his lips. “Ginny, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I didn’t think you would ever—I—”
“You don’t love me.” Ginny could feel her voice break but she stood strong. “You never did. Your little obsession with Draco, Harry, it’s…it’s sick. I mean I loved you and you lied to my face. How could you—”
“I didn’t—”
“Yes, you did.” She looked into those green eyes that only increased the pain so she looked away. “You cheated on me and continued to cheat on me when you could have just been honest with me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Tears flowed down her cheeks at a steady pace. “It was supposed to end.”
Harry gaped at her. “Ginny, please—”
“No. I’m done. Harry, we—we’re done.” She turned on her heel and this time? This time it was her turn to walk away from him.
If You’re Not The One For Me
He grabbed her hand, keeping her from going a few feet away. “Ginny,” Harry begged. “Please.” His green eyes burned with desperation. “I tried to stop it—I swear on Merlin, I did. But it’s like—” He ran a hand through his messy hair. “It’s like he won’t leave, Gin.”
Ginny crossed her arms. “What are you talking about, Harry?”
“My mind.” Harry’s fingers subconsciously moved to one of the bite marks coating his neck. “I ended it, I swear it. But Dra—Malfoy was always there. In the front of my mind, in the back of my mind, in my dreams.” He let out a groan of frustration but Ginny could only seem to compare it to the groans of pleasure she had heard him emitting from his mouth the night before.
“When did it start?”
Harry blinked, startled. He didn’t look at her, which was nothing new. “Five months ago.” His tone was drowning in self loathing and distress. “It stopped for a month because I felt so guilty, but he—he pulled me back in.”
And just like that: her heart shattered into a million pieces. Harry would never be—if he ever was—her Harry again. “Well,” she said with a cold snort, “you clearly didn’t feel that guilty if you kept snogging him.”
Harry flinched but Ginny could not bring herself to care. “I’ll call it off,” he whispered. “I’ll avoid Malfoy until the day I die. Just don’t leave, Ginny.”
She couldn’t stay with him—she wouldn’t. “Why are you still with me?”
“What?”
“You’re gay, Harry. We’ve only ever snogged once and you very visibly were not interested in it in the slightest. So: why are you trying to keep going out with me?”
“Because I love you.” Those words could not have sounded more false.
Then Just Let Me Be
“Leave me alone, Harry.” She tried to make her voice soft, knowing that they were still teenagers and as much as she would have liked to smack some sense into him, he was learning who he was. “Go be with Draco. I—I need space.” Ginny shook his hand away, the warmth that she once felt for the boy long gone.
“But Gin—”
She whirled on him, narrowing her eyes. “No, Harry. No. You will not use me as some…some girl to ignore your feelings for Draco. Now leave me alone.” Her nose was starting to get all clogged up and she could feel her eyes starting to burn. “You don’t need to sneak around with Draco anymore, you don’t need to worry about getting caught by me.”
Guilt washed over Harry’s face. “I’m really sorry, Ginny.”
“Yeah,” she muttered. “So am I.” With that she stomped off to the girls’ dorm.
I’m Begging You Please
During the quidditch game it was hard not to notice the tension between Harry and Ginny. People were whispering about it behind their backs and Ginny tried her best to pay it no mind. “Get your heads in the game,” she snapped to the team.
She could not deal with any of it.
Harry kept apologizing but she didn't miss the way he was constantly looking over at the Slytherin team, locking eyes with a certain platinum blond boy and flushing beet red.
Both teams tied because both seekers kept chasing the snitch, reaching for it at the same time and bumping hands which then led to intense eye contact and tiny not-so-secretive smiles and banter.
Ginny did her best to ignore it, and it worked for the most part. Until someone from the stands shouted The Chosen One is making eyes at Malfoy while his girlfriend is right there! Snickering and whispering spread through the stands like wildfire.
Before she could help herself, Ginny shouted back: “I’m his ex-girlfriend!” And saying the words felt…good. Slowly, but surely, she got over it, but here and there she wanted to take a bludger to the wall—or Harry’s face.