AN: sorry it took so long to update, as I said, I lost my Usb, and actually I still haven't found it but I gave up and started the previous chappie again. However once I started I found I had all sorts of stuff to do that took priority over this, like revision for the summer exams and then I had to write my personal statement and do all sorts of research on universities to go to, and as weird as it sounds I write better when I'm in college and supposed to be working, but when summer came I found it is a lot harder than last year so I've had to work really hard. I know these excuses are really lame, but I really have been busy. However now I have sent of my UCAS form and all were doing is revision so I have time to write and because you are all so awesome and have stuck with me even though I haven't updated in so long I'm writing you all as many chapters as possible, (two are already up.) I the run up to Christmas as a pressie to all of you and a thank you because your all really awesome and I love you all, you really make writing this so much fun. Pease review, even if its to yell at me for taking so long, I missed you all.
Ginny threw the journal to him and the four boys flicked through for the next song.
Bill stole it from his brothers and flicked through it himself, to look for a song that wouldn't hurt his baby sister, who, no matter what she said, would always be his baby sister. It was then he noticed, right in the corner of the page, was a small series of numbers.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing them out. Ginny shrugged.
"There the dates I started and finished the sings," she explained.
"When did you get with, and break up with this ex of yours?" Charlie asked, peering over Bills shoulder.
"17th of May to the 2nd of July," she rattled of, "Why?"
"Because then we can choose songs from before those dates so there not as sad," Fred explained, quickly catching on, George nodding along in agreement. Ginny rolled her eyes at her brothers and there over-protecting ways.
The boys flicked towards the beginning, before Ginny's and Harry's relationship, and stopping on one that sounded intriguing.
"Sing I'd lie, please," Bill requested, tossing the book back to her.
Ginny groaned silently, but nodded in agreement. They just had to pick the one with the most clues!
"Okay, here we go," she took a deep breath and began.
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
"His eyes are only one color though," Ron commented, frowning.
"No, there's around eight or nine colors, but you have to look closely," Ginny said with a soft wistful smile, "There's around four different shades of green, and flecks of gold and brown and blue that a really hard to see. They're gorgeous." Her brother stared at her weirdly, if she said so.
Harry was also staring at her, part in shock and part contemplatively. She must have stared at his eyes an awful lot to have noticed that.
Remus chuckled to himself, absentmindedly remembering Lily and her ranting about the colors in James' eyes, of course, this was when Lily was still in denial and so was more insulting than complementary, but it was the amount of detail both girls noticed that reminded Remus of his old friend.
"Well, if you've stopped analyzing the guys eyes, maybe you could carry on," Mr. Weasley said jovially, " I have a feeling this song may contain a lot of clues."
So Ginny continued.
He'll never fall in love he swears
as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong
"I was," Harry muttered as he watched Ginny through his lashes, she was so beautiful in the firelight.
I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
Harry couldn't help but scowl playfully at her, which made Ginny quirk her lips with a smile, which had her brothers frowning with confusion.
That I know all his favorite songs
Harry snorted to himself, of course she did, she wrote them!
I could tell you his favorite color's green
"No it's not," Ron protested, " It's red." Ginny rolled her eyes.
"No, reds yours, for gryffindor, his is green, for many reasons, other than house color."
"Wait, he's not a slytherin is he?" Charlie asked in horror. Ginny sighed in exasperation.
"Ron's already told you he's on the Gryffindor quidditch team, so how the bloody…"
"Sorry mum, how could he be a Slytherin?" Ginny demanded, "He may have a slytherin streak but he's a Gryffindor through and through." Charlie bowed his head sheepishly, as George scribbled down everything Ginny had said.
"Now can I continue," Ginny asked irritably.
"Go ahead," all four boys chorused.
He loves to argue, born on the seventh month
"So July," Tonks clarified with an impish grin.
"No julember,2 Ginny shot back sarcastically. Neither Harry nor Hermione could hold there laughter at the muggle reference that clearly flew over everyone's heads, well if there confused looks were anything to go by.
Ginny sighed with relief, but continued, glad her remark had made her father and brothers forget exactly when she had said her ex's birthday was.
His sister's beautiful,
"He doesn't have a sister," Ron said automatically. Remus, Tonks, Fleur and McGonagall all rolled their eyes. Anyone with an ounce of sense could see that Harry saw Hermione as his sister.
"Maybe not biologically," Ginny shrugged with a sly glance at Hermione, "But there is someone he thinks of as his sister." Her glance became more pointed and Hermione blushed at the implication in the stare. She shot a scrupulous look at Harry who leaned over and whispered in her ear, "She's right, I do have a sister, and she is beautiful.2 He tugged gently at a lock of her hair. Hermione's eyes sparkled with tears as she beamed at her not so new baby brother.
"Thank you," she mouthed before turning back to Ginny who had started again.
He has his mother's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
"Why would you lie?" Mrs. Weasley asked curiously.
"This was written before we got together, when we were just friends and I didn't think he'd ever see me as more. And while I wasn't totally happy with being 'just friends'
"Best friends," Harry whispered, remembering those long nights with little sleep and lots of nightmares, with the fiery angel that kept him grounded.
"I was content," continued Ginny, who hadn't heard, "Friends was better than being totally invisible, and I didn't want to ruin that or make things awkward so I'd lie." Every woman in the room nodded in agreement and even Ron looked understanding. Harry winced; they could have had so much time with each other, if only he'd opened his eyes.
Ginny shrugged and continued.
He looks around the room
innocently overlooks the truth
"He is kind of oblivious isn't he?" Hermione giggled. Ginny giggled at the affronted look on Harry's face
"He is when it comes to girls," she answered Hermione, the giggles becoming full blown laughter as Harry mock scowled at her. It took a while for her to calm down, no-one had the heart to interrupt and ask her to sing. It was nice to see her so happy when she had been so depressed previously. When she had her breathing under control she beamed hugely at all of them and continued.
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?
Harry sighed, he really should have. Mentally, he kicked himself.
He sees everything black and white
never let nobody see him cry
"Why not?" Fleur asked, "It is not a crime to cry."
"Well," Ginny began; she had to be careful with her words.
"It's hard to explain, I suppose it's because growing up he was taught crying was weak, and he hates feeling weak because that makes you vulnerable. And the way he grew up, and even now, being vulnerable could kill him."
"What do you mean," Mrs. Weasley fretted, even if this boy was all wrong for her Ginny she hated the thought of a child in danger. Ginny's expression turned to stone.
"He didn't exactly have the nicest of childhoods," she said darkly, remembering the scars that donned Harry's back, ones everyone blamed his encounters with Voldemort for. Her hand curled into fists. Oh how she wished she could curse those Dursleys. "That's all I'm saying on the matter." And everyone knew they would not get anything else out of her. Harry shot her a grateful look, thankful she wouldn't give away his secret
Remus stared at Harry contemplatively. He knew the song was about his cub and he was worried. He knew those dratted Dursleys didn't like Harry but, was it possible that they were neglectful or even abusive. His mind automatically rejected the idea, he couldn't bare the thought of it, but in his heart he knew it was a very big possibility. His musing was interrupted when Ginny began to sing again.
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his mother's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
I could tell you his favorite color's green
Every woman sighed in sadness at the sweet unrequited love. He stands there then walks away
My god if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you...
He stands there then walks away
They cooed and awed at the young girl who had sacrificed her heart to keep her friendship. Even though they knew it had actually worked out, in a way, it was still so sweet and sad.
He'd never tell you but he can play guitar
"Wait," Fred and George yelled
"Great," Ginny thought miserably, "They've figured it out."
Harry went white, if they'd figured it out he was dead.
Fred and George looked at each other communicating almost silently.
"Could it be…"
"I don't know…"
"She did have…"
"Yeah but R…"
"Yeah you're right, he wouldn't …"
"He can't be the only…"
"Yeah it isn't…"
"Sorry Gin-bug," They chorused apologetically, "We thought we had it…"
"…But we don't."
Ginny rolled her eyes at their twin-talk but sighed in relief, they hadn't realized that it was, in fact, Harry.
I think he can see through everything
but my heart
first thought when I wake up is
my god he's beautiful
Harry pulled a face again at the girly terminology.
So I put on my make up
And pray for a miracle
Ginny smiled, she got her miracle, if only for a while. Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue oh and it kills me
His sisters beautiful he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you asked me if I love him
Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green
She finished with a bright smile on her face. To think, when she had wrote this song she had had no hope, and now, well he'd all but admitted that he loved her. And she knew when Voldemort was gone Harry would come back to her, and that was all that she really needed.
"I liked that song," Tonks mused, "It describes every girls unattainable crush." Ginny smiled
"It was happy too," Mr. Weasley said, "I'm glad, I don't like seeing you hurting."
"Now let's see if we can find other just like that," Bill said optimistically. He flicked through the book again.