Chapter 1 : The First Kiss is Always The Best
| ||Rating: 12+||Chapter Reviews: 2|
Change Background: Change Font color:
“Need some help?” I asked, Ginny turned around, surprised, but greeted me warmly, her smile showing off her pearly white teeth.
I walked behind her and began to tie her dress.
“We didn’t have to break up, you know,” Her outburst surprised me. What was I meant to say? I just didn’t love you anymore? No, no way, I couldn’t do that, it would be a lie!
“I just didn’t want you to get hurt,” I mumbled.
“Oh, Harry, I-”
“No, Gin!” I yelled. She whipped around to face me.
“What do you mean?” She said, she was speaking much too softly for my liking.
“Don’t you dare ‘you know’ me Harry Potter! What about me? Did you ever think about me, huh? No, you broke up with me because you didn't want me to 'get hurt' because of you. The world doesn't revolve around you.” She screamed.
"I don't think like that, Ginny!"
“And why is that?” I asked.
She paused. “You hurt me, Harry. Finally, for once in my life, I had found the man of my dreams, it was all so perfect. But then I found out that he didn’t love me the way I loved him!” Her voice rose to a shriek.
“It wasn’t that way, Ginny, and you know it!” I yelled back.
“Prove it.” Her voice was dangerously low.
“Prove it?” I asked dumbly.
“Prove that you do love me.” She stared up at me defiantly.
I straightened up and checked to make sure that no one was around, and then I leant down and...
She just stood there, frozen, completely shocked. But then she kissed me back, with as much want as I had for her.
“Oooh!” We broke apart. Meeting the gaze of the one and only...
“You two looked like you were having fun.” She said dreamily. “The first kiss is always the best.” And then she skipped off, her radish earrings dangling down, almost covered by her wavy, blonde hair.
"I always imagined my first kiss with you to be when you had just saved me from falling off my broom in Quidditch, and you were cradling me in your arms, and then you'd lean down, and I would weakly lift my head. You would press your lips against mine and put your hand on the base of my neck, to support my head. Then we'd break apart, and you would say, 'I love you, Ginerva Weasley'. And I'd say 'And I love you, Harry James Potter'. And we'd kiss again. Pretty cheesy, huh?"
And with that, we walked hand in hand to our seats. Watching as Fleur walked up the isle, looking stunning in a creamy white satin dress. But not as stunning as my Ginny.