DAY 14
A short (and random) ficlet!
Title: The Talk
Author: shadowclub
Rating: PG-13 (barely)
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, but not really
Summary: Ginny has a question for Harry. Harry doesn't have an answer.
Notes: This is an outtake from on of my fest fics. You wouldn't be able to tell which one... this is entirely standalone and a lot more unhappy (not sure if this is the right word) than what I normally write. Probably crack coming up for the next post whenever that may be...
“Harry! Wake up!” Someone was whispering in his ear.
“Gin?” Harry whispered groggily.
“Hey,” she said smiling. Harry sat up slowly as to not disturb Ron.
“Hey,” he said.
“Don’t bother he and Hermione went on another midnight walk. Hopefully this time Ron’ll have
enough sense not to snog Hermione outside Mum’s room…”
“Well?” Harry asked stretching his arms.
“I found something,” Ginny said grabbing his hand.
Ten minutes later Harry was out in the woods behind the Burrow. It was warm outside, warm enough that he could feel his feet in his trainers beginning to sweat. Ginny lead him down a narrow winding path until they reached what appeared to be either a big pond or a very small lake. He turned and found Ginny pulling off her nightclothes.
“What are you going?” Harry whispered unable to tear himself away from the newly revealed skin.
“Come swim with me,” Ginny said lowering one leg into the water. Harry had the surreal sense that he was in one of the sex novels that Petunia would leave around the house sometimes.
Harry pulled off his shirt. The warm night air breathed around him like another layer of clothing. Feeling confident Harry pulled off his pajamas and walked into the lake. It was fairly clear, he could see a small tadpole float past him.
“I have a question,” Ginny said swimming over to him. Harry stood in the waist deep water letting the sands seep between his toes. Ginny wrapped herself around him like an eel with a pole.
He must have given an affirmative look because she continued to talk.
“Why did you leave me at Hogwarts?”
“I hardly left you there; I wanted you to be safe.” Harry responded unsure of where the conversation was going.
“And then you were brave.”
“You were brave too, had I known how dangerous Hogwarts was going to be I would have never
let you go.” Harry said looking into her eyes. Why didn’t she understand that he needed her
to remain untainted by the war?
“So in order to protect me you let me be locked in a castle with a madman?”
“I would hardly consider it that…,” Harry said.
“What are you going to do when I get ill, Harry? Put me in a bubble?” Harry opened his mouth and closed it.
“No! Voledmort is hardly comparable to a cold-.”
“What’s my favorite color?” She shot out. Red? Was it red? It had to be red, what else could it be? Ginny was falling red leaves on a warm autumn day.
“Red,” he burst out triumphantly. She looked up at him, the moonlight spilled on her face like water on a slanted table.
“No, but yours is green. You like to pretend that it’s red, but you like green. It reminds you of spring; it reminds you of happier times.” She finished. Letting go of him she swam to other side of the bank.
“Just go, Harry. Just leave!” Confusion was the least of what he was feeling, what just happened?
“Ginny, what are you saying? I don’t-.”
“Harry, I love you, but you will never see me as anything other than-.”
“No!” Harry cried out desperately. “I love you Ginny! Just give me one more chance! ”
She stopped.
“Well…I guess we can try, but I want to know that you’re going to be there for me. I want to know that I’m going to have all pieces of Harry Potter.”
Harry shifted uncomfortably in sand.
“You will.”
Title: The Talk
Author: shadowclub
Rating: PG-13 (barely)
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, but not really
Summary: Ginny has a question for Harry. Harry doesn't have an answer.
Notes: This is an outtake from on of my fest fics. You wouldn't be able to tell which one... this is entirely standalone and a lot more unhappy (not sure if this is the right word) than what I normally write. Probably crack coming up for the next post whenever that may be...
“Harry! Wake up!” Someone was whispering in his ear.
“Gin?” Harry whispered groggily.
“Hey,” she said smiling. Harry sat up slowly as to not disturb Ron.
“Hey,” he said.
“Don’t bother he and Hermione went on another midnight walk. Hopefully this time Ron’ll have
enough sense not to snog Hermione outside Mum’s room…”
“Well?” Harry asked stretching his arms.
“I found something,” Ginny said grabbing his hand.
Ten minutes later Harry was out in the woods behind the Burrow. It was warm outside, warm enough that he could feel his feet in his trainers beginning to sweat. Ginny lead him down a narrow winding path until they reached what appeared to be either a big pond or a very small lake. He turned and found Ginny pulling off her nightclothes.
“What are you going?” Harry whispered unable to tear himself away from the newly revealed skin.
“Come swim with me,” Ginny said lowering one leg into the water. Harry had the surreal sense that he was in one of the sex novels that Petunia would leave around the house sometimes.
Harry pulled off his shirt. The warm night air breathed around him like another layer of clothing. Feeling confident Harry pulled off his pajamas and walked into the lake. It was fairly clear, he could see a small tadpole float past him.
“I have a question,” Ginny said swimming over to him. Harry stood in the waist deep water letting the sands seep between his toes. Ginny wrapped herself around him like an eel with a pole.
He must have given an affirmative look because she continued to talk.
“Why did you leave me at Hogwarts?”
“I hardly left you there; I wanted you to be safe.” Harry responded unsure of where the conversation was going.
“And then you were brave.”
“You were brave too, had I known how dangerous Hogwarts was going to be I would have never
let you go.” Harry said looking into her eyes. Why didn’t she understand that he needed her
to remain untainted by the war?
“So in order to protect me you let me be locked in a castle with a madman?”
“I would hardly consider it that…,” Harry said.
“What are you going to do when I get ill, Harry? Put me in a bubble?” Harry opened his mouth and closed it.
“No! Voledmort is hardly comparable to a cold-.”
“What’s my favorite color?” She shot out. Red? Was it red? It had to be red, what else could it be? Ginny was falling red leaves on a warm autumn day.
“Red,” he burst out triumphantly. She looked up at him, the moonlight spilled on her face like water on a slanted table.
“No, but yours is green. You like to pretend that it’s red, but you like green. It reminds you of spring; it reminds you of happier times.” She finished. Letting go of him she swam to other side of the bank.
“Just go, Harry. Just leave!” Confusion was the least of what he was feeling, what just happened?
“Ginny, what are you saying? I don’t-.”
“Harry, I love you, but you will never see me as anything other than-.”
“No!” Harry cried out desperately. “I love you Ginny! Just give me one more chance! ”
She stopped.
“Well…I guess we can try, but I want to know that you’re going to be there for me. I want to know that I’m going to have all pieces of Harry Potter.”
Harry shifted uncomfortably in sand.
“You will.”