Chapter 6
Ginny’s POV
Despite the fact that I left Harry at the dinner table, stomped into our room, and said I was going to sleep, in truth, I couldn’t sleep at all. I kept on thinking about the way he fainted, the way he acted, the way he ignored me. And it was just plain too much! I was deprived of sleep, hungry, sad and hurt. And I felt I could only talk to Hermione. And so I left Harry a note, didn’t even bother to cook breakfast, and went to visit Hermione. I arrived at a talk peach colored house that was two stories tall. The garden was well flourished, much like our house, and it was surrounded by a golden gate. All in all, their house was beautiful. I opened the gate and knocked on their door. I hoped it wasn’t Ron that opened the door, because it would only remind me of last night.
And finally after knocking a few more times and willing myself to be patient, Hermione opened the door and I found myself exhaling, unaware I was even holding my breath. I relieved. Hermione looked confused.
“Ginny…Hi. I’m sorry but it’s like 7:30.” She said, but in a way that didn’t sound rude.
“I’m really sorry, Hermione, but I just can’t take it anymore.” I said, as she invited me. Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed, making much more obvious how confused she was.
“Can’t take what anymore?”
“Harry! He’s acting like a total jerk!” I said. “We went to the doctor yesterday.” I told her. Hermione got me some tea and I eagerly accepted, deciding maybe that would calm me down. Hermione’s eyes widened.
“Oh really? How’d it go?” She asked me, taking a sip of her tea herself. I took my eyes off her tea cup and looked up at her.
“You were right. About everything.” I confessed. She smiled, but it quickly disappeared when she realized I didn’t smile back.
“Really? That’s wonderful, Ginny! Why aren’t you smiling? Aren’t you happy?” She asked me, puzzled. I nodded and gave a light smile, which was the best I could muster.
“Of course I am! I’m very happy….but….Harry isn’t.” I told her, my voice faltering.
“What? Why?” She questioned me. I shook my head, just as baffled as she was.
“I don’t know. But I desperately wish I did! I guess he just doesn’t want a child at the moment.” I said, not realizing the tears falling down my face that was already red. Hermione hugged me and put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me.
“It’s alright, Gin. I’m sure he’s just overreacting. There’s gotta be something more to this.” Hermione assured me, but still I couldn’t believe her. Harry wouldn’t do this to.
“There better be. Because I know for a fact I won’t take this from him.” I told her.
“Take what from who?” Said a groggy voice. Both me and Hermione glanced at each other, and both of us had that “oh no” look on our face. And we slowly turned our heads toward Ron, who was unsurprisingly looking through the fridge.
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Harry's POV
I woke up to find a note on the counter. It read:
Harry,
Going to Hermione’s and Ron’s.
Will be back home later. Don’t
Bother coming for me.
And I could definitely tell she was mad. Her sentences were short and got to the point. She didn’t say I love you, or with love, or I will miss you…or anything. And I realize how much I have really hurt her. And I just couldn’t help it. But I tried to convince myself that it was just because of her moods and the fact that she was…you know…that made her so emotional, and that she was overreacting. I dared not to go and talk to her now. I just might make her even more mad. And I also hoped that Hermione would be able to calm her down. And about Ron, well, he’s never always been a light sleeper. Maybe this time I might get lucky and he would still be asleep. I would just have to wait until Ginny came(HELP!!) and then we would talk about it(by talk, I mean a possible argument and me ending up in the hospital….IF I‘m lucky).
Last edited by emerald dawn; 07-12-2010 at 11:41 PM.
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