Chapter Two: Everything That I Knew
all the things I believe in
I just wanna get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that passed me by
...Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew
You were the one I loved,
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
- Goodbye to You, Michelle Branch
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE! IF YOU READ ONE NOTE THE WHOLE STORY, READ
Well, apparently my computer has decided to get back at me for all the times I've spilled food, nailpolish, etc. on the keyboard by deleting all my stories, including Red Roses. I was just going to ignore the nice reviews but um... yeah hi I can't do that. Sooo I'm rewriting everything I've written (I got up to chapter 4. SIGHHH.) Hopefully I'll make this one like, uberly tresly better.
OH and not that I'm bragging or anything, but I'm definitely seeing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on Monday the 14th. HEHEHE
And in this chapter, the whole language thing gets a bit PG-13. Sorry.
I resist the urge to scream "NO DUH IT'S BEEN A FUCKING WHILE," but alas, I hold myself back. Instead, I open my mouth and sputter, "You -- I -- and -- Red -- and -- the -- Roses -- and -- you -- sixth -- year -- needwater!" I know, I know, so literate.
"Excuse me?" he calls, tapping a woman in a red shirt on the shoulder. She turns around and he points to me. "Water for Gin, please?"
The girl nods and in a flash, a tray appears in my hand. On it is a glass of water with a strawberry on the side, plus some whipped cream. I guess they give strawberries and whipped cream with everything, in case you're feeling kinky and wanna do it wherever you are. I take a sip, then compose myself.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, tapping my foot. I'm not sure why I'm so mad, but suddenly all negative aspects of Red Roses has multiplied. Now, I want to kill any person that walks in that damned doorway.
...Except for that guy, right there, with the blond hair. He was kind of cute.
Harry looks down at his feet. "Well... I... Lupin made me."
"Lupin made you," I repeat, still not fully comprehending.
"Okay," he sighs, "let's go to my room and I'll explain."
Wordlessly we get into the elevator and up to his floor. I follow him into his room -- 303 -- and step inside. He points to the bed (a red one -- surprising -- with a thin black canopy) and I sit on it, waiting for him to explain. He puts down his bags and begins pacing.
"The war changed me, Gin. You know it. It's like, once I..." he trails off, but I nod, knowing what he means. He's talking about when he killed Voldemort, and I can't say I blame him for not wanting to talk about it. "I...you know, I became a shell of myself. I didn't see anyone, talk to anyone, go anywhere... Lupin came in my room one day and I guess I was scary to look at. Said I could've snuck into Azkaban and fit right in with the convicts, the way I looked."
"And so the way he fixes you is by sending you off to some dating service slash hotel slash prostitution ring?"
Harry snorts and shrugs. "Hopefully I look a little less like a convict now."
I smile. "Yeah, you do."
He looks down at his shoes and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "So why are you here?"
"Mum used an ultimatum. Decided either I get a husband here or I get kicked out."
"I never knew Mrs. Weasley could get that evil," he laughed.
"Oh, you never saw that side of her -- you always were her favorite Weasley out of the lot of us." It's silent as I remember all the times Harry seemed like a Weasley... the summers where he practically belonged. I stay a few moments more before claiming I needed to get my schedule (which was tucked safely in my purse.) I leave, lethargic feelings rushing through my head as I press the 'down' button on the elevator. In about twenty minutes, I get to go on my great 'Red Roses Tour.' In about twenty minutes, I get to scope out which of the hundreds of wizards here is going to be my husband.
They're all a bunch of lunatics, I swear! I'm the only sane one here, and that's saying a lot. As I follow my group -- self-titled The 69ers, by the way -- I continue getting sheets of paper that I guess are invitations to big "parties" in their hotel rooms. I look around, thinking someone will at least say something to them, about how having sex with more than 4 people is just plain gross, but the tour guides just laugh and tell the invitation-hand-outers that they'll be there, for sure. I try not to throw up.
"And here we have the steam room." A collective 'ooh!' from everyone except me. "It's a place to collect your thoughts after a rough night, if you know what I mean. And here is the couple's steam room. This is where you'll be having those rough nights. Please do reserve the room a few minutes in advance, unless you're up for that kind of thing."
Oh, man. MUST - GET - OUT - OF - HERE!
"And here, we have the Education room. And no, not the kind of education you learned back then!"
We follow her outside the building onto the grounds. It looks like an outdoor mall, practically. In the middle there is a huge pool, and already some singles have begun flirting. Around the pool are various stores; a drug store/pharmacy, liquor store, newspaper stand, dress shop, and a tiny, almost non-exsistant book store.
"F.Y.I., the owners of each store are -- get your pens out, ladies! They're... J-A-C-O-B W-H-I-T-E, pharmacy; A-R-T-E-M-E-I-S S-A-W-Y-E-R, newspapers; R-O-B-E-R-T G-E-O-R-G-E, liquor; and A-M-E-E W-H-I-T-E, Jacob's husband, dress shop."
"What about the owner of the book store?" I ask.
The woman shrugs. "Not sure. Doesn't matter though, no one goes in it. Anyway... let's move on to a tour of our 20 hot tubs. I can't wait to show ya'll the newest addition to our hot tub collection: one in the shape of lips!"
I grumble and turn to the woman next to me, needing to find an escape route. "Excuse me, do you know where the ladies room is?"
She tilts her head to the right, and I assume that's her way of saying "Oh, yes, it's inside and to the right, have a nice day!" I begin walking through what seems like millions of rose-scented hallways, trying to find the girl's room. There are paintings of the walls that look like they're straight off a romance novel's cover -- half-naked, buff man and all. In one picture, a woman with brown hair up in a bun and black glasses sits at her computer, typing away. A man comes in the room -- a man whose name should be Fabio -- and they begin... oh, my eyes!
I continue walking -- quickly -- just focusing on my feet and not of the walls. Which is stupid, since I bump into someone.
"Ouch!" I cry, flying back into the wall. God, why do I always have to be the one flung into walls?
"Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay?" the man asks, putting his hand out to help me up. I look up and see... oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
I refuse to look at him. I refuse to acknowledge him. How dare he be here! Is he following me or something? Why is he even here? Does mum know about this? Is this why she was so persistent on bringing me here? To get back together with him? Getting up, I dash away from him as fast as my legs will move in any direction they take me. Any direction as far away from him as possible.
"Ginny, come back here!"
CRAP, he's right behind me! "GET AWAY FROM ME!" I continue running as fast as I can, down some godforsaken hallway that I've never seen before in my life.
"I know where your room is," he growls menacingly.
I say nothing but run, run, run.
Once I feel I'm safe, I peek behind me, expecting him to still be following me. However, I see nothing but another painting making out. Slowing my pace to a walk, I continue watching behind me as I catch my breath. I feel someone ahead of me, so I turn around just in time to see someone inches away from my face. I scream in shock, backing up and beginning to run in the opposite direction. However, the man's hands are around my shoulders, and... oh, get off me!
"GET OFF! I don't love you anymore! GO AWAY, PLEASE!" I yell, struggling to get out of the man's grip. I feel him immediately get off.
"Ginny? Are you okay?"
I turn around; I know that voice.
"Oh, Harry! It's you!" I gasp, throwing my arms around him and breathing into his shoulder. I don't even care that I haven't heard from him in years, or that he broke up with me and it still hurts. All I care about is that he's here, with open arms.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" he asks, putting his arms awkwardly around mine.
"He's here," I stutter, "He's here, and he's followed me, and I can't escape! He's just... and..."
Harry shakes his head. "You need to lie down. Where's your room?"
Um. Okay, wait, I know this. It was... wait no... was it... could it have been... wait, wait, I know this...
"You know what? Nevermind. I'll take you to mine. Okay?"
I nod, letting head rest on Harry's shoulder. I can feel him tense up, then relax as he becomes, once again, used to my touch.
Dear Mrs. Weasley,
Hello, I'm with your daughter at Red Roses. I'm sure I can make everything right again. She's begun trusting me, which is a good sign. All I need is for her to come back with me and then everything will be back to normal.
I've missed being a part of the family, and I hope that after these short few months, everything will be back to the way it once was.
He tied the letter up in a golden ribbon and began walking to the Red Roses Owlery. He smiled to himself along the way as he remembered the look on Ginny's face when she saw him. By the end of this, she'll be mine again, he thought to himself, looking at the letter anxiously. She'll forgive me for everything I've done, like she always does, and we'll be back together. I'll be the man the Weasleys always wanted for their young daughter.
He grinned and walked down the hallway with a bounce to his step, imagining how close he and Ginny were sure to get.
Where am I? I blink away the sunlight as I look around the room, disoriented. This isn't my room... and that isn't my stuff... where am I?
I look up and see Harry smiling down at me with a breakfast tray in hand. Oh, my... we didn't... did we?
"Um. Harry. Did we...?"
Harry chokes on his orange juice. "No! You needed to rest and couldn't remember your room so I let you sleep in mine. Don't you remember?"
Slowly, I begin to remember, the drowsiness fading from me. "Oh..."
"Do you want to talk about what happened?"
If he means about him, then no. "No... I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" He asks seriously, sitting next to me. "You looked seriously frazzled yesterday..."
"Yeah, I'm sure. I think I'm ready to go now."
Harry nods, giving me a bagel. "'Have a nice, red roses day,'" he says with a grin, repeating the phrase printed on the back of every pamphlet.
I laugh lightly. "You too, Harry." I leave the room, pressing the elevator. All I can do is pray that I have a better day than yesterday... and that I don't see my ex-fiance anymore.
Chapter Note: Sorry it's not that long! It's just that tomorrow I
have to wake up at 6:45 -- gross -- to help out with some TACHS exam
at my school. By the way, for all of ya'll who live in America (Not
sure if these shows are in the UK or anything... Doubt it) these
shows are going to have interviews/scenes with the Harry Potter
The Today Show - around 7.
Regis & Kelly - 9 am.
PLEASE keep up the positive feedback, guys! Ciao!