A/N: Sorry if this chapter seems cringeworthy at times, but i'm justs etting up the story for you so be patient, it does get intesly angsty. please review. the songs are not mine, they belong to their rightful owner, I just added them for extra effect.
We Might As Well Be Strangers
I don’t know your thoughts these days
We’re strangers in an empty space
I don’t understand your heart
It’s easier to be apart
-“We Might As Well Be Strangers” Keane
A week had passed since Ron and Hermione had come back from Australia. Ginny was due to start school term the following day, Ron had decided to forgo the N.E.W.T. s and help George with the Weasley Wizard Wheezes shop, and Harry and Hermione were hard at work studying through owl correspondence for their N.E.W.T. s . Things were going on fairly well. At least fair from the prospective of a stranger. Anybody who saw their household and didn’t really know them wouldn’t be aware of the awkwardness lingering in the house. Harry and Ginny were fine. They were acting just like they had been all summer. Harry and Ron were getting along smoothly as well. The problem was Harry and Hermione and Ron and Hermione. It was odd; Harry witnessed how Hermione and Ron’s rows became more frequent and hurtful, more intense than they ever had been in Hogwarts. He honestly didn’t understand why they were still together when they hurt each other verbally. Their relationship seemed so force when they were in front of Harry and Ginny.
Things weren’t as smooth between Hermione and himself either. It wasn’t as bad as with Ron. However, they were not the friends they had been years before. Nor were they the friends they had been just a year ago. Harry really believed the war had strengthened their friendship, making it an unbreakable bond. However, it seemed to have strained the friendship in some way as well. Things were strange and their usual typical communication was lacking. Something Harry had never experienced with Hermione. Hermione also didn’t seem like she was willing to talk. Harry knew something was wrong but he didn’t know how to confront it. It was a really stressful situation to be in.
Harry was propped up on the velvety green pillows of his couch in the living room. He was reading the grade seven edition of Defense against the Dark Arts, something that was irrelevant, as it was his best subject. The only subject he could beat Hermione in. He was just about to start the next chapter when Hermione walked into the room.
“Hey Harry, uhm Ginny told me to tell you that she needs to see you in her room for a minute.” said Hermione uncomfortably.
“Why?” asked Harry bemusedly.
“She didn’t say.” Hermione shrugged.
“All right.” said Harry feeling more confused by the minute. He swung his legs off the couch, got up and walked past Hermione without a glance.
Harry went up the stairs and down the hall, stopping at the second door on the left side, which was Ginny’s.
Harry turned the knob and walked in.
As soon as he walked in, he heard the door lock itself. He looked around and saw a wand peering out of the bathroom door that had been left ajar.
Harry stared nervously as he saw a slender leg curl around the doorframe.
“Uhm…Ginny?” he asked.
Ginny emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a crimson red, satin bathrobe. Her fiery red hair was sleek and straight.
“You and I have some unfinished business.” said Ginny raising an eyebrow seductively.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked stammering.
Ginny got closer to him.
“Do you remember what I gave you for your seventeenth birthday?”
“A kiss...” Harry replied.
“Yes and there would’ve been more than that if my prat of a brother and Hermione hadn’t walked in.” said Ginny wrapping her arms around Harry.
“Now, I’m going to go away to school for at least four months.” said Ginny. “And I’m going to need something to remember you by.”
“Something very special.” she added in a sultry voice.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” said Harry, still hoping that this was all a joke. She couldn’t be serious about this.
Ginny unwrapped herself from Harry and walked towards her bed.
“Maybe this, will speak louder than words.” She said, her back facing Harry as she untied the front of her robe.
Harry backed nervously into the door. He did not know what to do. A situation like this had never been occurred to him before. He was only sure of what he didn’t want to do.
Ginny stood before him in a black satin teddy with a red ribbon tied neatly in the front. She was smiling pompously as she lay across the bed.
“No.” said Harry firmly.
“Oh come on Harry. We’re both adults here. And we love each other.”
“We haven’t been together long enough for that Ginny.” Harry said.
“What does it matter how long we’ve been together?” Ginny asked. “We know we want to be together forever. Isn’t that enough?”
“No!” said Harry firmly.
Ginny sat up angrily.
“It’s me isn’t it?” she said. “I don’t measure up to Cho. Is that it?”
“It’s not that.” said Harry edgily.
“Then what is it?” asked Ginny furiously.
“I’m not ready to go there with you.” Harry said sternly. “With anyone…”
“That’s right. I had to go get the bloodiest do-gooder of the entire Wizarding world.” said Ginny indignantly.
“Well it’s not like you didn’t know that from the start.” Harry argued.
Ginny glared at him and pointed her wand to the door to unlock it.
“Fine” Harry shrugged.
Harry turned the knob and walked out into the hallway, the door slamming shut behind him loudly.He let out a sigh of relief. He spotted Hermione and made a beeline for her.
“Did you know she was calling me in for that?” Harry asked heatedly.
“What are you talking about?” Hermione asked.
“I know you’re lying.” Harry said. “You know she was calling me in for that spectacle.”
“Well, what did you want me to do Harry?” Hermione said angrily. “She’s your girlfriend, I’m not about to intervene in your love life.”
“You knew I wasn’t going to like that surprise.” Harry argued.
“What makes you so sure that I can read your mind?”
“Because you always have before.” Harry answered.
“Well maybe those days are over.” Hermione said seriously.
“Why do you say that?” Harry asked bemusedly.
“Just forget I said anything.” said Hermione getting up and walking past him.
“Hermione!” said Harry.
She just ignored him and kept on walking and disappeared into her room.
Harry kicked the side of the sofa in anger. I’m never going to understand women. He thought irritably. He did not what had gotten into Hermione or Ginny. All he knew was that something had to give. And soon.
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