Closed: Harry and Ginny run into each other

[sweetginevra]

Ginny waved to Travis as he left the restaurant. She declined his offer to take her home in favor of trying to sober up with some water. Besides, she so rarely went out any more that the thought of going home to sit alone on the couch in her flat was depressing. She did decide to switch from their table to the bar. That way sitting alone wasn't

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[sweetginevra]

Harry was right about one thing. His life had never been normal. And Ginny liked that about him. His view of things, life, was so unique. It kept her on her toes.

She opened the door of her building and tugged him inside with her. She probably could have made it to her door from there by herself but she wasn't quite ready to part with Harry Potter just yet.

As they climbed up the flight of stairs to the second floor where Ginny lived Harry asked The Question. The one that kept her up at night. The one she was still trying to find the right answer to even though she knew the real answer to it.

She didn't answer right away. Instead she led him to her door, a bright sliver 204 on the front, before turning to face him. She leveled him with a serious glance, really seeing him for the first time that night. "Don't you know Harry?"

She watched his brow furrow in confusion. "I was scared.,," She told him simply. Saying it out loud for the first time was refreshing. She dropped her eyes down to look at her feet, seeing how close they were standing to each other and she grew bolder. She could do this. She could tell him, and herself, the truth.

"Scared of how much I loved you, how much you meant to me. And then the pressure of both your job and mine started weighing us both down. So I left. I didn't know what else to do." She paused and looked back up at him. "And you didn't fight for me. For us. You just let me go."

[so_harry]

He did.

But he thought that was what she wanted. He stared at her, not quite sure what to say. There were a million things running through his head but none of them were going to sound any good, he knew. He was rubbish at this.

Getting a girl into his bed? Easy. Getting them out the next morning? Easier.

But feelings and words and Ginny.

He was absolutely rubbish.

He rubbed at the back of his neck, his eyes glancing down at the floor, seeing how they were only inches away from each other. Alright, Potter. This is it-

So, he leaned forward and his kissed her.

[sweetginevra]

She had said it. She had finally said it. It felt good. No it felt amazing to finally have said it. The truth.

She looked at Harry, waiting to see what he would say or do. But he just stared at her. She was starting to feel like not saying goodbye at the main door was a mistake. That she should have let it go and said something meaningless and flippant in response to his question. Why did she have to actually say the truth?

And as she was about to brush it all under the rug, say good night and slip in to her flat when he leaned forward and kissed her.

Their lips met and Ginny immediately melted in to him. Her arms came up to circle around his neck and to pull him in closer to her. She felt his hands move to hold her at her waist. It was wonderful. She had missed this so much. It felt safe and warm. Like even though she had been gone for a year this was home and was just waiting to welcome her back.

And then she felt it. The unpleasant tug in her stomach that was a warning for what was to come. She should have known drinking so much would bit her in the arse.

She broke the kiss, pushing Harry back but not letting go of him for fear she would fall. Her head fell forward and she let it happen. There was nothing that she really could do buy ride it out.

So she stood there, outside her flat, holding on to Harry Potter, and promptly threw up all over his shoes.

[so_harry]

Ah, yes.

This was why Harry often avoided important, life-changing situations. Somehow, someway, when it came down to it- there was vomit. Everywhere. All over the place. Hitting the ground, his shoes, splashing onto the cuff of his trousers. Alright perhaps it wasn't always real vomit- the metaphorical kind hit him just as hard- but this, well, this was absolutely real.

He knew he could bring out certain emotions in women but bile?

That was certainly new.

He didn't move, didn't jump back - merely reached out to hold Ginny's hair out of her face and gently rub just underneath the nape of her neck.

"You- alright?" he asked finally, hoping she'd gotten through the worst of it.

Merlin. He didn't think he'd know how to explain this to Ron in the morning. Or even to himself once his head stopped spinning.

[sweetginevra]

Ginny could do nothing but ride it out. She was completely mortified that her stomach had decided to revolt right then. It couldn't have waited just a few minutes more when she could have been closer to the toilet?

She was thankful that Harry stayed so calm. She wasn't sure she could thank him, or apologize, enough after this. Finally, after what seemed like ages but was probably only a minute or two, she was done. She stayed hunched over as she let out a few coughs.

"I think I'm okay now." She looked up at him through her bangs. "I'm so sorry." Ginny could feel herself blushing.

[so_harry]

He realized he had seen much worse as she doubled over in front of him. It had only been his shoes, really. Better than his face- or the front of his shirt. Nothing a little stain-removal charm couldn't fix. At least that was fixable. The permanent state of flush on his skin was a much different story. A girl had vomited directly after he kissed her.

Of course, there was that moment where she had kissed him back.

That had been interesting. He grinned slightly, sinking in that moment before Ginny had finished with the projectile-ing. He scrunched his face as she tried to apologize.

"It's nothing," he said, a wave of his hand. "Happens all the time-" He cut himself off. "I mean, not like women puke after kissing me... that's- that's absolutely not what I meant-"

He sighed, pulling his wand from his sleeve and quickly cleaning up the... remains.

"You alright?"

[sweetginevra]

Ginny finally felt like she could stand up again. A giggle escaped her lips as Harry rambled on in an attempt to wave away her apology. He was truly adorable when he was putting his foot in it. Then again Ginny was pretty sure there wasn't a thing Harry did that she didn't find adorable on some level.

"I think I'm okay now.," she told him. "Thanks." She pulled her keys out of her bag and unlocked the door to her flat. "Do you want to come inside and clean up any? I mean, charms only do some much."

The truth was she didn't want him to go yet, especially not on that note.

[so_harry]

He reached out to steady her, his hands not quite touching her but still there to make sure she didn't fall again. Or perhaps, if she got sick again, she could throw up on his sleeves instead of his shoes. He wanted to give her as many options as possible.

"Oh, erm-" he glanced down at his shoes as he picked his wand from the inside of his sleeve. "Hold on-"

He waved the wand over the mess, most of it coming off but not all of it. At the very least, the floor outside her apartment was now clean. Who wanted to smell vomit all night?

"Is that alright?" he asked her, then, catching her eye. "I don't want to intrude or anything-"

[sweetginevra]

He didn't touch her but hovered in case she needed him. And she needed him, just not for balance. Or, at least, not for balance in the way he was thinking right then. How she wished he would touch her.

She stood halfway between the hallway and her flat waiting for an answer. "Of course it's alright. I wouldn't have invited you in otherwise." She shot Harry a grin before moving fully into her flat.

She stepped out of the way so that he could enter and she closed the door behind him. "So this it it," she told him with a wave to show off the living room and to encompass the rest of it. "The bathroom is right down the hall. First door on your left."

[so_harry]

He followed her inside the flat, not quite sure that he was expecting to feel a strange pull at his stomach as he did so. He sort of felt like a teenager again, thinking back to when he and Ginny had that first moment following the War- realizing that there was nothing left to fight for, except maybe the idea that there was a future ahead of them. He stuffed his hands into his pockets after sliding his wand back up his sleeve.

"It's nice-" he said slowly, his eyes traveling over the place. "I uh- I'll be right out then," he told her, moving toward the bathroom, trying to figure out how to get the puke stains out of his trousers.

He followed her directions, moving into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. He immediately leaned against the door, sighing deeply as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. Tired, worn, bags under his eyes. He certainly looked the part of the over-wrought Auror.

He turned on the faucet, letting the cold water run through his fingers before splashing some on his face. The coolness of the liquid woke him up slightly, snapped him out of whatever hazy buzz he still had hanging on him. Then, he went to work on cleaning up the vomit.

[sweetginevra]

Ginny paid Harry no mind as he headed towards the bathroom. Instead she started settling in. Her coat went up on the rack, her bag hit the counter top and her shoes got pushed off her feet and flung near the door. Then she headed back to her bedroom, which was at the end of the hall the bathroom was off of.

Without thinking about what she was doing, Ginny pulled out a tank top and a pair of plaid pajama pants and changed into them. The tank fit snugly and the pants hung a bit too low on her hips. She threw her hair up into a messy ponytail on the top of her head.

Then a thought struck. Don't I still have some of Harry's clothes? She wasn't sure but decided to look in her closet just in case. After a minute of digging around in the very back corner she found a worn pair of jeans and an undershirt. Why she still had them she didn't know, but was glad she did.

She walked out of her closet, holding the clothing items to her chest, and went to go give them to Harry.

[so_harry]

He took one final glance at himself in the mirror, raking his hands through his hair until it had just the right amount of a 'just rolled out of bed' vibe. It had become sort of his trademark in the last few years. Though, the fact that he had a trademark aside from his scar was hilarious enough.

He had only gotten so far in the vomit removal process, knowing he'd have to get Hermione to help him with a proper scourging charm and find a way to explain how it got there without letting her know he and Ginny had this odd rendezvous.

He pulled the door of the bathroom open and poked his head out into the hallway, not quite sure where Ginny was.

"Gin?" he called out, shutting off the bathroom light and stepping out into the hallway.

[sweetginevra]

"Right here," she replied as she came out of her bedroom. She took in his appearance. He had managed to clean himself up pretty well. If she had been sober she could have taken care of the remaining stains but it would be a futile effort in her current state.

"I found some pants and a shirt for you." She felt herself blush as she told him that. "That is if you want them." She held the clothing items out to him. Butterflies danced around in her stomach. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous all of a sudden around him.

Maybe it was because she didn't want him to think that she had been seeing other guys or sleeping with other guys to be more precise. It was silly. Especially since they had broken up almost a year ago. Ginny could do whatever she liked and he had no say in it anymore. But she found that what he thought of her still mattered to her even if it made no logical sense.

[so_harry]

His brow furrowed as he took in the sight of the clothing in her hands. He blinked. Those were his. In fact, he had been looking for those jeans for a bit now. He thought he'd lost them forever, gone in the wash or Ron's hamper where nothing saw the light of day.

He grinned, reaching out for them.

"I've been looking for these-" he noticed the slight fray in a belt loop. "They always made my-"

He stopped.

"Thanks-" he cleared his throat. "They're probably a better alternative to these-" he gestured to his own current trousers. "Hey- so how are you feeling? Can I get you water or something? I mean this is your place so I
shouldn't just- well, you know what I mean."

Why did she always reduce him to rambling?

[sweetginevra]

Ginny smiled at Harry. And she agreed. Those jeans always made his butt look great. They were also very comfortable. Ginny had worn them on many occasions when they had been together. She was almost a little sad to see them back in his possession.

"It's alright. I can get myself some water. You don't have to-" She stopped and nodded towards the bathroom. "Go and change."

She was going to tell him that he didn't have to take care of her. She wasn't his responsibility. She wasn't his problem. He didn't have to care about her at all. But she couldn't bring herself to say it. If she said it then it would be real, and Ginny didn't want that to be real.

[so_harry]

He nodded his head, his eyes traveling to the pile of clothes in his hands before moving back toward the bathroom. He'd seen more of this single room than the entirety of her flat, so far. But still, he shrugged off his coat and the rest of his clothing, taking a moment to hop out of his shoes before slipping on the new clothes.

He had to admit, it did feel good to be out of anything vomited on.

He rolled everything into a slight pile, taking his wand and shrinking it down to a size small enough to shove into a pocket of his coat.

Then he was out of the bathroom and heading toward the kitchen.

"Uh, thanks, by the way-" he said, upon reaching her. "You know, for not like burning these or anything," he added, gesturing to what he was wearing now.