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TheDream said:
“I just wish I’d asked wewe sooner. We
could ‘ve had ages ... months ... years maybe ...”
“It’s been like ... like something out of someone else’s life, these last few weeks with you,”
He had just told her [Ginny] that she would be playing Seeker
on Saturday and that Dean would be rejoining the team as Chaser in her place. Perhaps, if they
won, Ginny and Dean would make up during the post-match euphoria. . . . The thought went
through Harry like an icy knife. . . .
Harry was sitting beside the window in the common room, supposedly
finishing his Herbology homework but in reality reliving a particularly happy saa he had spent
down kwa the lake with Ginny at lunch-time
Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her
face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without
worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
But unbidden into his mind came an image of that same deserted corridor with himself kissing
Ginny instead. . . . The monster in his chest purred . .
From DH:
"So then I thought, I'd like wewe to have something to remember me by, wewe know,
if wewe meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."
"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be
honest."
"There's the silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was
kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it
was blissful oblivion better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world,
Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair--
He spotted Ginny two
tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother’s shoulder: There would be time
to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk.
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