Harry was fidgeting in his seat, staring at the pretty waitress, poking at his food - in short, doing anything to avoid looking at Ginny.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, as he said “I think we should end this.”
“What?” Her incredulous expression was becoming too familiar. “What is it this time?”
“I just need some time to define myself - not the
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You should write a sequel to this drabble...something about how Harry realizes that all he needs is Ginny. I would love to read it.
Anyways great drabble!
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So, I've posted it on my own livejournal: here!
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Thanks!
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