Quintus Harper (harpersanidiot) wrote in contentious, @ 2008-09-16 10:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, ginny weasley, quintus harper |
WHO: Quintus Harper, Ginny Weasley
WHEN: September 15, 2001 - evening
WHERE: Ginny and Demelza's
WHAT: Of overreactions and nightmares that come true. Ginny tells Quintus about that little platonic kiss.
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: Language, lots of yelling.
STATUS: Private/Complete
Demelza was out. Which was a good thing. It meant that Quintus was free to lounge about on the couch in Ginny's flat with his girlfriend in his arms without feeling like he may make her best friend puke should she walk in, or something along those lines. And it wasn't just his imagination that was developing this as a potential circumstance. It had been said to him on more than one occasion.
"You're quiet," he murmured, brushing his fingertips along her side with the intent to tickle.
She was definitely quiet. Ginny was frequently quiet when she felt guilty or was keeping a secret. And today she was doing both those things. She shouldn't feel so deceptive. It wasn't like she and Harry had done anything wrong. At all. They hadn't. It was like Demelza had said, if what had happened with Harry had happened with Andrew Kirke, no one would bat an eyelash.
But it had happened with Harry. And he was Harry. And even though sitting on this couch in Quint's arms felt infinitely different and inspired a whole mess of more terrifying and more powerful emotions than sitting on it the same way with Harry had- she felt like she was doing something dirty by not confessing.
When had she gotten so paranoid?
"Am I?" she asked, moving away from his touch more jerkily than she'd intended.
He frowned. He'd been getting the vibe that there was something up all evening, and it was highly distracting in itself. As she jerked away, Quintus shifted, a little hurt but deciding that it would be better to disregard it in favour of keeping their evening pleasant. Like it was supposed to be.
"Unnaturally so," he replied in a light tone. "I'm starting to think you're guilty of murder."
Bad joke, Quintus. Guilt turned his stomach slightly suddenly and he felt the sudden need to shift his position again.
"Do I seem guilty?" Ginny asked too quickly, turning her head to look at him. He looked so uncomfortable. Was she really botching this up so badly already?
"Well, now you definitely do." He replied, ignoring the sick feeling in his stomach and concentrating on composing himself once more before she started asking him questions.
"Oh...." She said softly. It wasn't articulate by any means. But, hell, she didn't know what to say. How did one broach the subject of snuggling with ones ex-boyfriend to ones current boyfriend? Or should she just lie about it? Ginny didn't like lying, or liars. That was the sort of behavior carried out by people not brave enough to tell the truth.
She fidgeted.
This was getting a little ridiculous. "Ginny?" he prompted, a little impatience colouring his tone.
She frowned. Great he was going to start acting pissy before she'd even told him. This boded well. She moved a little further away from him. "Harry and I had a play date with Teddy and Caro."
It was Quintus' turn to frown. By the way she was acting, he was guessing something had happened. And he wasn't sure he wanted to know what. "Fun. How'd it go?"
"It was great, actually. We attempted to make cookies, but I think if anything it was even less successful than when I tried alone." Was she giving him more information than he probably needed? Yes. Was she doing it to stall? Yes. Was it obvious? Of course.
"And then the kids fell asleep. And Harry and I sat on the couch. And talked. And..."
"And?" he prompted again, a little more controlled this time and knowing, just knowing he didn't want to hear it.
"We snuggled?" She queried weakly, shrinking away slightly. "And he kissed me? On the forehead! It really wasn't a big deal!"
He released his hold on her and leaned away, peering at her with a taken aback expression. "You what? He WHAT?"
"It was completely innocent and platonic! Really! Don't be upset?" Ginny wanted to reach out for him, but had the distinct impression he'd rebuff her.
"Completely INNOCENT and PLATONIC? Then why'd you take so bloody long to mention it? And why were you so fucking fidgety and quiet?" He didn't know how it happened, but one minute he was sitting next to her, and the next he was glowering down at her with the coffee table between them.
"Maybe because I KNEW you'd fucking overreact!" she snapped, jumping to her feet as well, eyes flashing. "Just like you're DOING, bastard!"
"Well, maybe it's because I have a few fucking REASONS TO!"
"BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER SNUGGLED WITH THAT FUCKING CAPPER TRAMP, RIGHT?!"
"YEAH," Quint retorted, his voice rising in volume. "WHEN I WAS SIXTEEN!"
"Oh, and NEVER once since?! Not even PLATONICALLY?!" Ginny spat. "Bullshit."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe the day her HUSBAND TRIED TO KILL HER BABY? Does that one count, huh? I haven't really had much of a chance to cosy up. Most of my time is spent around with YOU!"
Ginny didn't know what to say to that. Because the rational part of her brain realised that in this case he was right. But she was so worked up that the rational part of her brain was a bit hard to access. "FINE! You don't have COSY up with me all the time if you don't want to!"
"Well, you've CLEARLY got other people to cosy up to. Maybe we should just, I don't know, forget about this."
Ginny was stunned. Floored. They'd terminated their relationship over and over in the past two years, but with one key difference. She'd almost always broken up with him.
What did this mean? She felt like someone had punched her in the gut. She only hoped her face wasn't showing it. She lifted her chin. "......Fine."
Her voice caught slightly. But she didn't care. Fuck him, fucking bastard.
She was accepting it? She was accepting it?! Well, fine. He cleared his own face of all expression, mirroring hers. "Fine," he echoed, took a step forward to snatch up his wallet and let himself out.
She winced when the door closed behind him and fell backwards onto the couch. This wasn't really happening, right? He'd come right back? He loved her as much as she loved him?
She pulled her knees to her chest as she started to cry. She always cried when they broke up, of course, but this time she wasn't sure she could fix it. Or if she would try. She was so damn proud.
Ginny was all alone again. Fucking perfect.