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Dirty Little Secret
A sixteen year old Harry looks at his girlfriend and realises that she can't be with him safely until Voldemort is gone. So he swallows the pain and breaks up with her, or tries to, at any rate. Bu...
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Prologue
How it Began
Harry found Ginny in the library a little over an hour before the funeral was set to begin. His heart squeezed and he nearly turned around and fled, not wanting to say the things that he had come to say. Unfortunately for Harry, or rather fortunately for his resolve, Ginny caught sight of him. She stood up and crossed the room to wrap her arms around him. “How you holding up, babe?” she asked huskily, sympathy clear in her tone, but underlined by her worry for him. Everyone who was close to him was concerned that Harry would slip back to the dark place he had gone when Sirius had died.
“Okay, I guess,” he mumbled, his insides burning with guilt as he held Ginny close for a moment.
“You’re sure?” she asked, pulling back far enough to look him in the eyes.
“Well,” Harry said, “I think I am…”
Ginny took him by the hand and lead him to a pair of chairs in a secluded corner. She didn’t let go of his hand, which made Harry really regret what he was going to have to do very soon…
“I mean, everything is so surreal,” he said, wondering how exactly one was supposed to say the things that he had to say. “But I’m trying to not let it drown me like it did… last time.”
“Oh, baby,” Ginny murmured, stroking his hand.
“I’ve made some decisions,” he said abruptly, looking away from her sympathetic brown eyes.
Ginny stopped rubbing her thumb over his hand, but she didn’t drop it, nor did she say anything.
“I think that I need to be on my own for a while,” he said, staring at the carpet.
“I see,” said Ginny evenly, “Why?”
Harry hadn’t really expected that particular reaction, so he looked up into her sparkling eyes. “Uh… because I have an evil wizard after me!”
“So?” asked Ginny.
“So,” Harry said “I refuse to let him get you as well!”
“What if there was another way?” suggested Ginny, holding Harry’s electric green gaze with her own.
“What have you got planned?” asked Harry, half in relief tinged with desperation, and half in supreme suspicion of his cunning girlfriend.
Ginny just grinned for a moment before leaning in and kissing his check. “Oh, you’d be surprised…”
How it Began
Harry found Ginny in the library a little over an hour before the funeral was set to begin. His heart squeezed and he nearly turned around and fled, not wanting to say the things that he had come to say. Unfortunately for Harry, or rather fortunately for his resolve, Ginny caught sight of him. She stood up and crossed the room to wrap her arms around him. “How you holding up, babe?” she asked huskily, sympathy clear in her tone, but underlined by her worry for him. Everyone who was close to him was concerned that Harry would slip back to the dark place he had gone when Sirius had died.
“Okay, I guess,” he mumbled, his insides burning with guilt as he held Ginny close for a moment.
“You’re sure?” she asked, pulling back far enough to look him in the eyes.
“Well,” Harry said, “I think I am…”
Ginny took him by the hand and lead him to a pair of chairs in a secluded corner. She didn’t let go of his hand, which made Harry really regret what he was going to have to do very soon…
“I mean, everything is so surreal,” he said, wondering how exactly one was supposed to say the things that he had to say. “But I’m trying to not let it drown me like it did… last time.”
“Oh, baby,” Ginny murmured, stroking his hand.
“I’ve made some decisions,” he said abruptly, looking away from her sympathetic brown eyes.
Ginny stopped rubbing her thumb over his hand, but she didn’t drop it, nor did she say anything.
“I think that I need to be on my own for a while,” he said, staring at the carpet.
“I see,” said Ginny evenly, “Why?”
Harry hadn’t really expected that particular reaction, so he looked up into her sparkling eyes. “Uh… because I have an evil wizard after me!”
“So?” asked Ginny.
“So,” Harry said “I refuse to let him get you as well!”
“What if there was another way?” suggested Ginny, holding Harry’s electric green gaze with her own.
“What have you got planned?” asked Harry, half in relief tinged with desperation, and half in supreme suspicion of his cunning girlfriend.
Ginny just grinned for a moment before leaning in and kissing his check. “Oh, you’d be surprised…”
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