So Brave
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                                  So Brave

                                 by jenelin

Author's note: Ginny and Harry and Ron and Hermione belong to J.K. Rowling,
and I thank her for writing them so that I am able to use them for my own
purposes! This story is just a short little bit of complete and utter
fluff...enjoy!

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"You're so brave, Harry. I only wish I could be as brave as you. And your
eyes are so green, and your hair so black. Some of my friends think that
some other boys are better looking, but what do they know? Harry, you're
perfect. I knew it the first time I saw you, when you were trying to find
the right platform at the station. I knew that I would love you, and I
hoped that you would love me. I tried to make you love me. That first year
I tried to show you, with that stupid Valentine and so many other things
that you never saw. All you saw was Ron's little sister, with her blushes
and her problems. Was I a problem to you, Harry, having to be rescued? I
try not to be, but I must be. You ignore me so often, but I still eat up
every glance you send my way. Am I a fool, Harry? Am I a fool to love you?"

Ginny stared at her reflection in the mirror. "I'm sixteen years old, and I
know I'll never be able to say any of that to him." She could feel a blush
coming on just thinking about it. She straightened up and looked at her
eyes in the mirror. "Don't be an idiot, Ginny Weasley. It's just Harry.
You've known him for years. It's not like he'll hear a word you're saying
anyway." Her shoulders slumped. "You are an idiot. A damn idiot."

She heard voices headed towards her room, so she quickly left, hoping that
the Common Room would be empty. She just wanted to be alone.

The room seemed empty, and Ginny collapsed into one of the large, soft
chairs, closing her eyes.

"Hello, Ginny."

Ginny sat up at the sound of the familiar voice. Harry sat in the corner,
hidden by the shadows. "Oh! Harry." She stood up. "I'm sorry. I didn't know
anyone else was down here. I'll go."

Harry laughed. "You don't need to leave. I'm not going to bite you."

I wish you would, thought Ginny. "Sorry," she said, sitting down again, her
cheeks as red as her hair.

"You don't need to apologize. I don't mind the company."

"Then why were you hiding in the corner?"

"I wasn't...well. I was, I suppose. It's just that Ron was talking about
Hermione again. 'Hermione only thinks about studying, she never looks at
me.' Your brother should look at Hermione some time; the girl drools on him
every time he comes in the room."

Ginny smiled. "I've noticed."

Harry brushed a lock of hair out of his eye, and Ginny wished she could
have done it for him. "I told him I had Quidditch practice. I feel horrible
that I lied to him, so I've been sitting in the dark in case he came by."

"I don't blame you," Ginny said. "Ron gets annoying. Although I suppose
every sister says that about her brother at some point."

Two first year girls came into the room. "That's Harry Potter," one of them
whispered loudly. "I saw his scar once." The other girl gawked at Harry for
a moment before they left the room, giggling and stealing quick looks
behind them.

Harry touched his forehead self-consciously. "Damn. I hate that. I'm just a
legend to them. A scar and a story they've heard all their lives. They
don't care who I really am." He suddenly left the corner and sat on the
chair next to Ginny's. "Why do you like me, Ginny?"

Ginny's mouth dropped open, and she began stammering. "L-like? Who says I-I
l-like you?"

"Just answer the question, Ginny. No pretending. And I know you're capable
of coherent conversation."

Stunned, Ginny found that she could speak. "You're so brave, Harry," she
began.

"So brave," Harry repeated. "Do you know how often I hear that? Everyone
thinks I'm so brave. I'm not braver than so many others are. I've just been
thrown into situations where I had to be brave. I'm sure anyone would have
done the same."

"But you are brave. I wouldn't have had the courage to do all the things
you have. You're perfect."

"You just think you don't have the courage. And I'm far from perfect. If I
were perfect, I would not be hiding down here just because I don't want to
listen to my friend's girl problems. And I do stupid things every day."
Harry looked disappointed. "You've known me for years, Ginny, and all you
can say to me are the things that I hear from everyone else. Does no one
really care to know me?"

Ginny was silent. She realized that Harry was right; everything she said
was just hero worship, and she was no better than the first year girls
were. Maybe that was why she had fallen in love with him so long ago, but
she really knew him now. If only he knew how well she knew him. She took a
deep breath. The only way he would know was if she told him.

Harry stood up. "I'm going back to my room."

"Harry! Wait! I have something to say to you." Ginny was silenced for a
moment, shocked by her own audacity.

Harry looked shocked too, but he sat down again. "Go on."

"Well. I do like you because you're brave. But that's only part of it. I
like the way you have always been kind to me, even though I know I've been
a pain. I like the color of your eyes. I like you because you are always
willing to help people out, even if you don't like them that much. I like
you because you don't act like you're famous, even though you know you are.
I like that you are more than just a scar and a story. I like you because
you can act normal. You get tired of studying and get exasperated with my
brother. I like you because you don't judge people by what they have. I
know that Ron was so scared when you first visited our house, but you loved
it because it was his house, and he was your friend, no matter what his
family and house were like. Even if there was dirt on the floors and an
annoying little girl hanging around. I know you have faults; I see them
everyday, but I'm glad that they're there. I said that you were perfect,
Harry, and I meant it, but not in the way you think. You're not perfect.
I've seen you be selfish and mean, but you wouldn't be you without your
faults. You wouldn't be Harry, and, in my eyes at least, Harry Potter is
perfect because he does not always make the right decision, but sometimes
he does. And he's not always nice, but most of the time he is. I guess what
I'm saying is that I always thought you were perfect...perfect for me, I
guess. That's why I love you."

Harry's green eyes were wide with amazement. "Ron's been telling me for
years that you love to talk. Perhaps I should have believed him. So. I'm
selfish and mean?"

Ginny's wave of talkativeness had passed. She blushed. "I'm sorry. It just
all came out, I wasn't thinking."

"Don't apologize. Nobody's been that honest with me in ages. It was
refreshing." He smiled at her. "And don't be so hard on yourself. I haven't
thought you were annoying for at least a couple minutes now."

It took Ginny a moment to realize he was teasing her. She laughed, relieved
that he was not mad at her and amazed that he had listened.

Harry had stopped smiling and was looking at Ginny. "You were scared,
weren't you? To say all that? You looked like you thought I was going to
turn you into a beetle." He put his hand on top of hers and leaned close to
her, speaking softly. "You know I would never hurt you, Ginny."

She nodded, too happy from the touch of Harry's hand to speak.

He smiled again. "And since you were so honest...here goes. I like you
Ginny. I like you a lot, and I always have. And not just because you're
Ron's sister. You're a sweet girl, Ginny, and a great deal braver than you
think you are. You're a beautiful person, and you don't have to try to make
people like you. They just do. And you actually like my faults. You like
me, which - "

"Love you," Ginny interrupted, her confidence back. "I believe I said that
I love you."

"You love me. That's amazing." He squeezed her hand. "That's wonderful."

Ginny could not stop smiling. She thought her heart would melt or explode
or start singing. Harry Potter actually liked her. Harry's hair was hanging
in his eyes again and before he could move to brush it away, Ginny did it
for him.

"Being brave tonight, aren't you, Ginny?" His smile was both surprised and
pleased.

"You have no idea," Ginny whispered. She laughed, knowing that she would
not be embarrassed around Harry ever again. Before she lost her courage,
she pulled him down to her and kissed him, softly at first. He responded
immediately, wrapping his arms around her and returning her kiss with such
passion that Ginny thought she would die from happiness.

Harry pulled away slowly. "Did I mention that I love you, Ginny Weasley?"

"No. But I could tell." Ginny kissed him again.

"Harry?"

Ginny jumped away from Harry as they both looked up to find Ron staring
down at them.

Ron looked confused. "Harry? What happened to Quidditch practice?"

"Well...um. You see..."

Ron stared at Ginny, his eyebrow raised, and then looked back at Harry. He
was trying to look angry, but Ginny thought he sounded strangely pleased
when he spoke again. "And why are you kissing my sister?"

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