“ Oh, come off it. Ron’s the most likely to hex you for my sake, an’ he adores you. Besides - ”Ginny shrugs. “ I stopped him from coming out, wands a-blaze, when you dumped me, and now he doesn’t have a reason to. I can take care of myself, Bill and Charlie know that. ” She grins. “ Yeah, Charlie didn’t like Michael. Probably because Michael was a wuss who was absolutely terrified of dragons. You don’t like dragons, Charlie doesn’t like you. He’s nice and neat that way. Percy has some sorta magical algorithm for figuring out if he likes you or not. I can never figure out how he does it. ”
He isn’t looking at her, and Ginny isn’t drunk enough to be blind about why. All the same, she shrugs, leaning backwards on the grassy hill they’re sitting on, and looks up at the cold night sky. “ Don’t feel too bad about Dean. He always thought I was so fragile, and by the end, I wanted to deck him in the face, like how’s that for fragile, bitch. ” She hiccups. The constellations are more visible than they were at Hogwarts - light pollution at the Sanctuary is practically nonexistent. “ I always wanted to know what those all are, ” She muses. “ Bill knew, and one time he tried to teach me, but I never quite got it. That one’s Orion though, I know that. Somewhere’s the Big Dipper - ”
He winces without being able to stop himself, flinching slightly at the wording of the way she used the word ‘dumped’, but he has to stop himself from grinning at the image of Ginny decking Dean. God. It doesn’t really work, as he can feel his teeth showing, and he has to duck to cover it up. Jerking his head up to look at the stars, he squints. “ Yeah, look, that’s the Big Dipper, and the Little Dipper next to it. And Cassiopeia’s over there. “ He pauses, tilting his head to look at Ginny again. Sometimes, it’s like she’s the only light left on, and he finds his gaze always pulled back to her. It’s kind of distracting, honestly. It almost makes him forget that he’s completely chatting shit right now. What does he know about astronomy? The barest amount. But she’s grinning at the sky, and he really. He really wants to fucking kiss her right now.
His brain is just replaying the word ‘dumped’ around his head this entire time, and in the lull of the silence, he feels himself blurting out, “ Y’know, Gin, I didn’t. I didn’t want to --- break up with you or anything. “ Harry’s not a lightweight, but feeling buzzed enough to be talking about this. It’s just the two of them here, anyway. The heavy feeling is sitting with him uncomfortably, but he has to say something. They’ve been dancing around this fucking topic for months. She needs to know. “ Like. God. If I could spend every day with you, I would. You’re like --- You’re like --- “ He stops, shakes his head.
