Author: sketchinglife PM
Ginny has lost her confidence due to Ron, but has learned to express her feelings through dance. What will happen with Ron takes it to far, and she looses all confidence? R&R?Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Harry P. & Ginny W. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 6,198 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 12-03-05 - Published: 11-20-05 - id: 2668840
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A/N: Hello hello! I'm back again for another chapter, sorry for making the wait so long, I needed some inspiration!
I hope you all like this next chapter, I have personal answers to your reviews at the bottom of the page. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The song, "Private Radio" belongs all to Vanessa Carlton.
Just as Harry set foot out of the door, Hermione called out.
He turned around impatiently. "Yes?"
Ron had stepped outside with Hermione, refusing to look at Harry and suddenly finding his shoes very interesting.
"Even though he might not admit it, this prat over here, " Her head jerked in the direction of Ron, " does love her, she is his sister after all. Oh, and Ginny can be quite stubborn, so take all the time you need."
Harry could've sworn she gave him a small wink at the end of that sentence, but he shrugged it off and headed for the broomshed, knowing that Ginny had gone off to the shack again.
Upon entering ths shack, Harry automatically reached out to his right, where he always kept his firebolt, but he found that it was gone. "Ginny." He whispered slowly under his breath. Grabbing Ron's Cleansweep, he ran outside and took off. He knew it was going to take much longer to get to the shack, but he didn't care, Ginny needed someone, but the darkness of the night and the slowness of the Cleansweep were definetly going to slow him down.
She sat on the floor, shivering. She was scared of Ron, scared of the tourment he was going to bring her, scared of the way she would be humiliated next. A stray tear fell down her eye as she wondered if anyone would ever love her.
She then got angry, angry at herself from taking all of this crap from Ron, for not being able to stand up for herself at all and let him stomp all over her. She roughly pushed herself up from the floor and turned her speakers on.
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Gotta get a little
Gotta get a little
Ginny started with a jump, then another so she could gain height, finally getting the altitude what she wanted, she opened her arms, keeping them with an air of gracefullness about them. She leaned forward, gaining perfect balance on one foot.
All the world has gone to bed
And I am drowning in it's silence
But a solitude is in my head, from you, maybe
She had a look of set determination on her face, trying to rid herself of all emotion. She stood on one tiptoe, holding her leg out at a perfect 90 degree angle, straightening herself out and then running to start a jump.
And if the silence was a song
Well, its rhythm grooves and it's a private radio
And on this night I did belong
Leaping high into the air, she was trying her hardest not to let her emotions overrun her. She could've sworn that she heard a footstep from outside, but she concluded in her head that it was an animal so she kept dancing.
And you can't deny me
And you will oblige me
It's my melody
Determined to not loose her concentration this time, she dipped down, then scooped her arms up above her head at a low angle. She entertwined them and rocked back and forth to the beat.
He moved a bit closer, deciding to look in the door so he could get a better view of the dancing red head.
When no one knows
I can feel it
I've got my private radio
She kicked her leg out at a high speed, and then grabbed hold of it at her knee with her hands, bending it so so she was crouched over, then giving a spin and straightening out again.
I'm finally out of my pillow
'Cause I'm lyin' here, but I am ready good to go
If I don't win I'll leave this town
Or not, I'll stay and chase the sun now
She jumped high into the air, one leg bent, the other straightened out at an angle. Then putting her arms over her head, she circled them around, standing high on her tiptoes and moving her feet in time.
And you can't deny me
And you will oblige me
It's my melody
She leaned backwards at the waist, her head almost perpendicular to the floor, arms stretched out behind her. She felt them touch the ground, then pushing hard, she kicked her legs up and over her body. About to do another twirl, her mind flashed a picture of Ron.
An odd expression crossed Ginny's face and she collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. Her legs pulled to her chest and her arms covering her face, she couldn't stop her tears.
The sobs she was emitting wracked her small petite frame, it broke Harry's heart just to see her cry this hard. He walked in, and kneeled next to her, putting a comforting hand on her cold shoulder.
"Don't touch me." Ginny said seethingly, the tears still pouring furiously out of her eyes. She jerked her shoulder away from his soft touch, figuring that Ron had sent him here to get her back to the Burrow so he wouldn't get in trouble with their mum and dad. She didn't need anyone to take pity on her, especially people who were in the same league as Ron.
Harry frowned and tried again. "Ginny, please, look at me." He said softly.
Ginny sat up, still protectively hugging her legs around her tightly. She gave him a withering glare. "Is this want you want? To get me to look at you so you can convince me to come back to the Burrow? Do you just want Ron to not get in trouble? Is that it? Do you just want to do your little noble hero thing where you save the day?"
Harry could'nt believe his ears, why in the world would Ginny think he was just trying to act a hero? "Dammnit Ginny, I only came here to try to get you to forget about Ron, but if you just want me to take his side, then fine." He angrily stood up and headed for the door. "I hope you're happy now." He said as he turned back on last time. He stomped angrily to the tree where he had left his broom, kicked off, and headed to the Burrow.
Ginny was beside herself, she couldn't believe she just said that to Harry when all he wanted was to comfort her. She limply got up and walked over to her speakers. With a frustrated scream, she picked them up and hurled them out of the window, hearing the crash when they hit the ground.
Then, she fell onto the couch, overcome with another fit of tears, giving a weak moan of grief at all of the horrible things she had done.
Instead of heading back to the Burrow, Harry decided to spy on Ginny to see what she would do now. He hovered right above the roof, just now realising that there was a sky window where he could conviently look in.
He watched as she threw the speakers out of the window, how she collapsed on the couch with tears. Oh, what he would give to be in there, comforting her while she cried, telling her to forget about Ron.
Ginny refused to get up from the couch, remaning there for a good 2 hours. Her crying has ceased an hour ago, and she now resorted to staring blankly at the wall opposite her, trying to rid herself everything that was now causing her grief. But soon, this process was tiring her and she fell asleep to another one of her nitemares.
Harry still watched intently at Ginny, decideding that it might be best for her to spend some time by herself. Slowly, he flew back to the Burrow, figuring that he'd come back early in the morning to look in on Ginny some more.
He smiled at the warm summer wind whipping through his hair as he approached the small shack, but his smile soon faltered. He could hear something, screams that seemed to make him shiver despite the warm air around him.
"Ginny!" He called out, approaching the window that was still open. "Wh-" He was going to say more, when he realised that she was still sleeping.
She was tossing frantically on the couch, visibly crying and screaming with a sick pain. Harry could watch no more, he dropped his broom and rushed inside.
"Ginny! Ginny? Wake up! Please, wake up!" He pleaded with her, kneeling by the couch.
Ginny woke up with a gasp, giving a small cry of realisation of what her dream had been about. She fell into Harry's open arms defeatedly, shaking uncontrollably and trying to stifle her sobs.
"God Ginny, what happened?" He asked softly, amazed that a simple nitemare could hurt her so much.
Ginny was still taking her time to compose herself, shakily sitting up and arranging herself in Harry's arms to get comfortable. She somehow felt very very protected with Harry around her, just his presence could ease her pain. But she now began to speak in a shaky voice. "I-it was him, Harry. V-v-voldemort. I was at some time of graveyard. H-he had the diary again." She gave a shudder and Harry tightened his grip around her, listening intently. "He bound me to a grave stone, and he put the c-cru-" She couldn't go any further, just remembering it made her give another scared cry.
"Did he use crucio? " Harry whispered.
Ginny gave a shaky nod, buring her face into his shoulder.
"It was like it really happened, I could still feel it when I woke up Harry…" Her eyes were glistening with tears and Harry was completely clueless on what to do. But then, it dawned on him. "Ginny, what was Voldemort's form?" He asked.
She gave him a confused look.
"I mean, was he young like us? Or very bony and unhuman like?" He gave an inward chuckle at his describing skills for Voldemort.
"The young one, like in the Ch-Chamber." She said, trying hard to control her shaking.
"Hmm…" Harry said, trying to analyze her dream. "It must've been something of the past then, it certainly can't be present sine he no longer has that body." He was starting to monologue when Ginny tugged on his shirt a little. "Hmm?"
"Thank you." She said quietly, leaning in and kissing him softly on the cheek.
"No problem Gin," Harry said, using her nickname. "But would you rather stay here, or go back to the Burrow?"
"I'm not ready to face Him yet." Ginny said softly, not even saying Ron's name at all.
Harry simply nodded and kept his arms tight around her, feeling her snuggling, if possible, even closer to him.
"You cold?" He asked, noticing that she still hadn't stopped shaking.
"No, no, I'm fine." She whispered, just now realising that Harry Potter was actually acting like a friend to her, Ginny Weasley, could possibly become a friend to Harry Potter.
They sat together for a few minutes, Harry stroking her hair without even knowing it. Ginny on the other hand, had fallen back asleep, she was out cold, all of the crying wore her out and she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.
Harry took a glance around the room, from the easel with Bill's paintings, to Ginny's bag on the floor, he wondered why she would pick a place like this to get away. About to ask her, he looked down, finding her asleep. He contemplated leaving her there again, but he didn't want her out of his sight again in case she had another one of those dreams.
He soundly picked her up and carried her outside to where his broom awaited.
He akwardly shifted her around so she was balanced in his lap while he held tight around her on the flight back to the Burrow.
To my reviewers: I LOVE YOU ALL! Thank you so much!
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