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Chapter Twenty-Three
Hi all, sorry about the delay in the update. Both myself (Q) and Angst have had a bit of a writer's block, and also have been insanely busy with our non AFF lives! Still, an update now, and Angst assures me she'll make a start on the next chapter!
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Chapter Twenty-Three
Harry paced the flat irritably. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and although the last time he had spoken to Ginny things hadn’t gone well (nice understatement there, Harry! His mind chided) he still had expected her to show up. But, it was nearly 2 o’clock. If she had going to turn up, she would have already been there.
There was the sound of a key in the lock, and Harry swung about hopefully. It was a polyjuiced Severus, beladen with bags, all labelled ‘Aptur’s Apothecary’. He struggled into the narrow hallway, looking pointedly at the younger man to assist him. Harry surged forward and pulled the bags haphazardly from his friend and carried them into the living room.
“Have you seen Ginny?” Harry asked, eagerly, not even letting the other sink into a chair to rest his feet.
Tiredly, Severus rolled his neck, trying to ease his cramped muscles. “No, I haven’t.” he admitted. He bent over with a groan and rummaged amongst the bags for the vials he had purchased.
“Where is she?!” Harry muttered, annoyed.
The hours passed slowly. At last Harry had to accept that there was no way Ginny could see him now. Dusk was falling, and he was idly gazing out of a window which almost had a view of Hogwarts, and was imagining what Ginny was doing when he noticed a black speck nearing him.
He frowned. An owl? Now?
The owl flew unerringly to his window and dropped a letter into his waiting hand. Without even landing, it swooped around and flew back to the castle.
Harry,
I’m pretty sure you’ve been waiting at the flat, expecting me to just show up as if nothing had happened between us. Well, it did. Something big happened between us and until you get things sorted in your head, and decide what it is you truly want, I’m not going to come anywhere near you.
So, let me know what you want.
Our future is in your hands.
Ginny
Harry glared angrily at the letter. She was blaming him for their argument?! She had been the one who had failed to see the sense in what he had been saying! And truly, she couldn’t want to play Quidditch in all weathers. It was downright silly of her not to see that his ideas were best.
So, she wants me to work out what I want? He thought viciously, and if it isn’t what she wants she’ll call the wedding off? He curled his lips back. It sounded very like an ultimatum to him.
And Harry hated ultimatums.
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Chapter Twenty-Three
Harry paced the flat irritably. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and although the last time he had spoken to Ginny things hadn’t gone well (nice understatement there, Harry! His mind chided) he still had expected her to show up. But, it was nearly 2 o’clock. If she had going to turn up, she would have already been there.
There was the sound of a key in the lock, and Harry swung about hopefully. It was a polyjuiced Severus, beladen with bags, all labelled ‘Aptur’s Apothecary’. He struggled into the narrow hallway, looking pointedly at the younger man to assist him. Harry surged forward and pulled the bags haphazardly from his friend and carried them into the living room.
“Have you seen Ginny?” Harry asked, eagerly, not even letting the other sink into a chair to rest his feet.
Tiredly, Severus rolled his neck, trying to ease his cramped muscles. “No, I haven’t.” he admitted. He bent over with a groan and rummaged amongst the bags for the vials he had purchased.
“Where is she?!” Harry muttered, annoyed.
The hours passed slowly. At last Harry had to accept that there was no way Ginny could see him now. Dusk was falling, and he was idly gazing out of a window which almost had a view of Hogwarts, and was imagining what Ginny was doing when he noticed a black speck nearing him.
He frowned. An owl? Now?
The owl flew unerringly to his window and dropped a letter into his waiting hand. Without even landing, it swooped around and flew back to the castle.
Harry,
I’m pretty sure you’ve been waiting at the flat, expecting me to just show up as if nothing had happened between us. Well, it did. Something big happened between us and until you get things sorted in your head, and decide what it is you truly want, I’m not going to come anywhere near you.
So, let me know what you want.
Our future is in your hands.
Ginny
Harry glared angrily at the letter. She was blaming him for their argument?! She had been the one who had failed to see the sense in what he had been saying! And truly, she couldn’t want to play Quidditch in all weathers. It was downright silly of her not to see that his ideas were best.
So, she wants me to work out what I want? He thought viciously, and if it isn’t what she wants she’ll call the wedding off? He curled his lips back. It sounded very like an ultimatum to him.
And Harry hated ultimatums.
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