 Shipper Queen Hippie Quad
Chapter 41
Ginny’s head shot up so fast, she heard her neck crack. Practically running, she went the three steps and put her hand out in anticipation. When it made contact with a silky texture, she wrapped her hand around it and pulled.
Standing before her was the one person she couldn’t get out of her head for the past few months. Her mouth dropped as she let it sink in.
“Ha…Harry?” she gasped out.
He had gotten thinner and his jet-black hair was even messier than usual, if that was possible. It had also grown; it almost reached his shoulders. The clothes he wore, she could tell he had been wearing for a long time. They were dirty and his arm sleeve was torn. A hole was forming on his jeans by the knee. His face was pale, but he looked to be in one piece. No broken bones or bruises from what she could see.
She didn’t care about anything anymore as she wrapped her arms around him and held on tightly. She didn’t care that they were no longer a couple. She didn’t care that she was now with Draco. She didn’t care if she got caught out of bed at this time. She just held on to Harry, never wanting to let go. Harry didn’t seem to mind as she held on. He even pulled her closer.
After standing there for what felt like hours, she let go.
“What are you doing here? Have you finished your mission or whatever?” Ginny asked excitedly.
“No. I’m here to see Dumbledore’s portrait.” Harry replied.
“Oh. So you’re leaving again?” she asked downheartedly.
“Yes. Nobody was suppose to know I was here.” He said slowly. Ginny tired to hold in the frown that was forming on her face as he said he was leaving again, but was unsuccessful.
“Why do you have to see Professor Dumbledore’s portrait?” she asked a little suspiciously.
“I want…to see if he can…help me with something.” Harry said, choosing his words carefully.
“Help you with what?”
“I can’t tell you.” He said, looking down at his grimy shoes.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn? Did you know Ron and Hermione have been going crazy since you’ve left? Why do you think you have to do this alone?” Ginny asked, beginning to grow angry. Harry must of felt her fury, because he did something that he normally never does; he remained quiet.
“They want to help you. I want to help you… Why can’t you let us?”
“I can’t.”
”Why?”
”Because I can’t.”
“Because why?”
”Ginny.” He said, his voice a little agitated.
“Let us help you.”
”No!” he said forcibly.
The words made her flinch and she just stared at him. She didn’t move away from him but she didn’t say anything either.
“I don’t want you three to get hurt. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to Ron or Hermione or you.” He whispered, looking back to his shoes again.
“What if something happens to you? Do you think we are going to be able to live on, knowing we could’ve helped you? Do you think it’s any different for us?” Ginny said, stepping forward and lifting his chin so he would look at her. She looked deeply into his bottle green eyes and saw pure sorrow. She could almost feel his pain through his eyes. It was breaking her heart.
Finally he broke their eye contact and looked away from here. “Ok.”
”Ok?” Ginny asked, trying to control her breathing.
“Can you help me Gin?” Harry asked, bringing his eyes back onto hers.
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