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Title: Itsy Bitsy Spider
Rating: PG
Genre: Harry/Ginny Romance, Humour
Summary: The end of The Half Blood Prince isn’t Spiderman. Ginny explains why.
Author Notes: I made a joke, threatening to write a fic. antosha_c and tunxeh said, “Do it.” So I did. Thanks or blame should go to them.
Itsy Bitsy Spider
During his childhood with the Dursleys, Harry had never been allowed to go to the movie theatre. While in his teens, despite the fact he could have converted his galleons into Muggle money and secretly taken in a show, he’d never bothered. He’d been far more concerned with other things - dark lords, prophecies, and the mounting probability he might have to save the world. Stopping in for a matinee hadn’t exactly been topping the list of his priorities.
Once Voldemort had been vanquished, after a year of absolute hell, Harry’s priorities changed. He discovered a near insatiable thirst to try all sorts of things he had never experienced - Wizarding and Muggle, innocent and none of your damn business. Thankfully, in every case, Ginny was happy to go along for the ride.
Their first time out, Harry had spent a small fortune on an enormous tub of popcorn and several bags of Muggle sweets. They had found seats right in the middle and settled in, snogging a bit for the few minutes before the show started. Then the lights had gone down, music blasted and pictures began to zoom across the enormous screen.
Harry had seen films while in public school and on television. He’d even seen movies about people going to the movies - so he had known what to expect. Ginny, however, had been absolutely dazzled. Five minutes in, she’d whispered in his ear, “Wow. Dad’s right, Muggles really are ingenious, aren’t they?” Altogether, it had been brilliant.
For the last four years, once every few months, Harry would buy a Muggle newspaper, and he and Ginny would pick another film. The bigger and the louder, the better. Somehow, even if the movie was ridiculous, they still had a wicked time.
But for some reason, the movie they had seen this night had brought Harry down. He didn’t like the ending. And as they strolled down the street, making their way back to The Leaky Cauldron, Harry was unusually silent.
It didn’t take Ginny long to notice. Her shoulder gently bumping his, she asked, “You alright there, Harry?”
“Yeah.” He frowned down at his shoes. “Did you like the movie?”
She shrugged. “It was fun. He’d be a lot better off if he had a broomstick though.”
How did she not see it? “Didn’t you think something seemed a little, familiar?”
Running her fingers through her hair, Ginny moved over to a shop window and looked inside. “To what?”
“To us.”
“Why?” She snorted. “Because he used to wear glasses and she has red hair?”
Harry moved to stand beside her. Quietly, he confessed, “No, I mean the part at the end.”
“Ohhhhhhh, you mean the bit where he rejects her for some stupid noble reason.” The grin Harry could see in the window told him Ginny had known what he was talking about all along.
He glared at her reflection. “Yeah, that part.”
Ginny frowned for a moment. Then she turned to him and said very seriously, “You’re not Spiderman, Harry.”
“I’m not?”
She rolled her eyes. “Were you even watching? He just told M.J. he doesn’t want her. She worked up the courage to tell him she loves him, actually kissed him, and he took a great gritty dump on her head. She should have hexed him. Smacked him around a little at least.”
Harry chewed on the inside of his lip. “But isn’t it kind of the same?”
“No,” Ginny insisted. “You never lied to me. Trust me, I never would have put up with that kind of rubbish. That scene called for a lot more violence, if you ask me.”
“Well, that’s true.” Harry felt himself smiling a bit. “I did tell you how much I liked you.”
“I remember the things you said that day, Harry. Every word. It was lovely.” She stood up on her tip toes and gave him a delightful, sweet kiss. For one wonderful moment her fingers curled in the back of his hair and her tongue swept inside his mouth. He was just about to wrap his arms around her when she broke away, took his hand and started walking down the street again.
Harry was feeling much better. Convenient how kissing almost always had that effect. But apparently Ginny was just getting started. She launched into a rant. “Besides, what the hell does Peter think he’s playing at, anyway? What? He’s going to walk through the rest of his life alone? Forever? Idiot. That just doesn’t work”
Perhaps, Harry mused, that was why the scene had felt like such a blow - the idea of walking away from Ginny forever. Thank goodness it had never come to that. During the months he was away, Harry had held onto the hope he would be allowed to come back.
“You,” Ginny continued, “you had one bad guy to deal with. One. Okay, maybe one bad guy with a lot of minions, but still. It made sense. You couldn’t live your life until Voldemort was gone. I understood you had work to do, and after it was done you would come back. That’s why I told you I wasn’t giving up on you.”
“I remember.” Harry grinned. “It took a while to figure out, but I got it eventually. Snogging at Bill’s wedding probably helped.”
They reached the door to the pub and went inside. Harry waved at Tom as they passed through, but Ginny kept on talking. “You needed to finish what Voldemort had started when you were a baby, before you would ever allow yourself to enjoy real happiness. With me or anyone. Peter seems to be giving up on life altogether. You had a point. He’s being dim. There’s no way he’ll be able to pull it off.” She yanked the back door open and they stepped into the small courtyard.
Harry tugged on her hand, bringing her to a stop and pulled her up against him. “So I don’t have anything to feel guilty about?”
Putting her hands on his chest to hold him off, Ginny declared, “Oh you weren’t perfect. I would have preferred to be included.” She frowned a little and added quietly, “But I accepted the idea that you needed to know I was safe in order to face what you had ahead.”
Harry lowered his head, resting his cheek against her hair and breathed her in. “Nothing bad could happen to you. Especially because of me.”
Standing there, holding her, Harry wished they could live the rest of their lives, with nothing bad ever happening again. But the one thing Voldemort coming back had taught him was that everything could change in a moment. The future was always uncertain. Ginny seemed to catch his mood and held him tighter.
Then, apparently deciding she’d had enough of gloom, Ginny stepped back out of the embrace. She smirked at him. “Mark my words, in the next movie, M.J. will hunt him down until he caves in.” With a tilt of her head, a quick turn and a pop, she was gone.
Harry smiled. She was probably right, it was pretty hard to resist a beautiful redhead after all. He Apparated home.
When he arrived in their living room, Ginny was standing there waiting for him. And she was holding his Firebolt. “What’s that for?”
“You’re not Spiderman, Harry.” She tossed him the broom. “But I think it’s about time you learned to hang upside down.”
Rating: PG
Genre: Harry/Ginny Romance, Humour
Summary: The end of The Half Blood Prince isn’t Spiderman. Ginny explains why.
Author Notes: I made a joke, threatening to write a fic. antosha_c and tunxeh said, “Do it.” So I did. Thanks or blame should go to them.
Itsy Bitsy Spider
During his childhood with the Dursleys, Harry had never been allowed to go to the movie theatre. While in his teens, despite the fact he could have converted his galleons into Muggle money and secretly taken in a show, he’d never bothered. He’d been far more concerned with other things - dark lords, prophecies, and the mounting probability he might have to save the world. Stopping in for a matinee hadn’t exactly been topping the list of his priorities.
Once Voldemort had been vanquished, after a year of absolute hell, Harry’s priorities changed. He discovered a near insatiable thirst to try all sorts of things he had never experienced - Wizarding and Muggle, innocent and none of your damn business. Thankfully, in every case, Ginny was happy to go along for the ride.
Their first time out, Harry had spent a small fortune on an enormous tub of popcorn and several bags of Muggle sweets. They had found seats right in the middle and settled in, snogging a bit for the few minutes before the show started. Then the lights had gone down, music blasted and pictures began to zoom across the enormous screen.
Harry had seen films while in public school and on television. He’d even seen movies about people going to the movies - so he had known what to expect. Ginny, however, had been absolutely dazzled. Five minutes in, she’d whispered in his ear, “Wow. Dad’s right, Muggles really are ingenious, aren’t they?” Altogether, it had been brilliant.
For the last four years, once every few months, Harry would buy a Muggle newspaper, and he and Ginny would pick another film. The bigger and the louder, the better. Somehow, even if the movie was ridiculous, they still had a wicked time.
But for some reason, the movie they had seen this night had brought Harry down. He didn’t like the ending. And as they strolled down the street, making their way back to The Leaky Cauldron, Harry was unusually silent.
It didn’t take Ginny long to notice. Her shoulder gently bumping his, she asked, “You alright there, Harry?”
“Yeah.” He frowned down at his shoes. “Did you like the movie?”
She shrugged. “It was fun. He’d be a lot better off if he had a broomstick though.”
How did she not see it? “Didn’t you think something seemed a little, familiar?”
Running her fingers through her hair, Ginny moved over to a shop window and looked inside. “To what?”
“To us.”
“Why?” She snorted. “Because he used to wear glasses and she has red hair?”
Harry moved to stand beside her. Quietly, he confessed, “No, I mean the part at the end.”
“Ohhhhhhh, you mean the bit where he rejects her for some stupid noble reason.” The grin Harry could see in the window told him Ginny had known what he was talking about all along.
He glared at her reflection. “Yeah, that part.”
Ginny frowned for a moment. Then she turned to him and said very seriously, “You’re not Spiderman, Harry.”
“I’m not?”
She rolled her eyes. “Were you even watching? He just told M.J. he doesn’t want her. She worked up the courage to tell him she loves him, actually kissed him, and he took a great gritty dump on her head. She should have hexed him. Smacked him around a little at least.”
Harry chewed on the inside of his lip. “But isn’t it kind of the same?”
“No,” Ginny insisted. “You never lied to me. Trust me, I never would have put up with that kind of rubbish. That scene called for a lot more violence, if you ask me.”
“Well, that’s true.” Harry felt himself smiling a bit. “I did tell you how much I liked you.”
“I remember the things you said that day, Harry. Every word. It was lovely.” She stood up on her tip toes and gave him a delightful, sweet kiss. For one wonderful moment her fingers curled in the back of his hair and her tongue swept inside his mouth. He was just about to wrap his arms around her when she broke away, took his hand and started walking down the street again.
Harry was feeling much better. Convenient how kissing almost always had that effect. But apparently Ginny was just getting started. She launched into a rant. “Besides, what the hell does Peter think he’s playing at, anyway? What? He’s going to walk through the rest of his life alone? Forever? Idiot. That just doesn’t work”
Perhaps, Harry mused, that was why the scene had felt like such a blow - the idea of walking away from Ginny forever. Thank goodness it had never come to that. During the months he was away, Harry had held onto the hope he would be allowed to come back.
“You,” Ginny continued, “you had one bad guy to deal with. One. Okay, maybe one bad guy with a lot of minions, but still. It made sense. You couldn’t live your life until Voldemort was gone. I understood you had work to do, and after it was done you would come back. That’s why I told you I wasn’t giving up on you.”
“I remember.” Harry grinned. “It took a while to figure out, but I got it eventually. Snogging at Bill’s wedding probably helped.”
They reached the door to the pub and went inside. Harry waved at Tom as they passed through, but Ginny kept on talking. “You needed to finish what Voldemort had started when you were a baby, before you would ever allow yourself to enjoy real happiness. With me or anyone. Peter seems to be giving up on life altogether. You had a point. He’s being dim. There’s no way he’ll be able to pull it off.” She yanked the back door open and they stepped into the small courtyard.
Harry tugged on her hand, bringing her to a stop and pulled her up against him. “So I don’t have anything to feel guilty about?”
Putting her hands on his chest to hold him off, Ginny declared, “Oh you weren’t perfect. I would have preferred to be included.” She frowned a little and added quietly, “But I accepted the idea that you needed to know I was safe in order to face what you had ahead.”
Harry lowered his head, resting his cheek against her hair and breathed her in. “Nothing bad could happen to you. Especially because of me.”
Standing there, holding her, Harry wished they could live the rest of their lives, with nothing bad ever happening again. But the one thing Voldemort coming back had taught him was that everything could change in a moment. The future was always uncertain. Ginny seemed to catch his mood and held him tighter.
Then, apparently deciding she’d had enough of gloom, Ginny stepped back out of the embrace. She smirked at him. “Mark my words, in the next movie, M.J. will hunt him down until he caves in.” With a tilt of her head, a quick turn and a pop, she was gone.
Harry smiled. She was probably right, it was pretty hard to resist a beautiful redhead after all. He Apparated home.
When he arrived in their living room, Ginny was standing there waiting for him. And she was holding his Firebolt. “What’s that for?”
“You’re not Spiderman, Harry.” She tossed him the broom. “But I think it’s about time you learned to hang upside down.”