You wouldn’t treat a dog like this - H/G - G
Title : You wouldn’t treat a dog like this
Author : shocfix
For : connielane
Pairing : Harry/Ginny
Prompt : rain
Rating : G
Words : 611
Warning : mention of other ships


You wouldn’t treat a dog like this
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Harry took the bag of frozen peas away from his eye and glared at it.

OK, it wasn’t the peas’ fault, but they were symptomatic.

Probably.

He wasn’t one hundred percent sure what ‘symptomatic’ meant; he’d have to ask Hermione.

Shit.

Maybe they were symbolic.

Yeah.

He had a freezer and frozen peas in his flat, because he was marrying a Muggleborn.

He was marrying a Muggleborn because.

No, that was the whole point.

He had no idea why he was marrying a Muggleborn.

He looked past the peas, at the worried, disapproving and baffled faces of his friends.

“What on earth possessed you?” Neville asked.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry said.

“Seriously, Harry,” Luna said. “I thought she was your friend.”

Ron, sitting on the window seat, snorted.

“You shouldn’t treat a friend like that,” Luna said firmly. “No matter a fiancée.”

She unbraided some ivy from her hair and looked at it sadly.

“And you shouldn’t have a fiancée, if you are gonna treat her like that,” Ron said.

“A fiancée is for life,” Luna said. “Not just for Christmas.”

“What?” Neville asked.

“It’s a Muggle saying,” Luna said proudly. “It’s about dogs.”

“You wouldn’t treat a dog like this,” Ron snorted.

Harry threw down the peas.

“You don’t have to hate everything Muggle,” he said.

“Well, if she hadn’t left…”

“Hermione decided to live in the Muggle world because she fought a war to stop anti-Muggle prejudice and nothing changed,” Harry said. “She is happier there, and if you had gone with her, it could have been you standing beside her in that church.”

“Don’t blame me for this,” Ron protested. “You’re the one who proposed to her! What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking we were both comfortable in the Muggle world,” Harry snapped.

“Well,” Ron said. “What chance did I have against such romance?”

“You had already broken up when she left, Ron,” Harry said, picking up the peas, slamming them against his face and wincing.

“Even if I could accept that,” Ron said, striding across the room and standing over him. “And I did; I stood up as your Best Man because I thought you were gonna look after her. Even if I could accept that, how could you change your mind half way through the ceremony?”

“I didn’t mean to,” Harry muttered. “But I looked ‘round and I saw…”

The doorbell rang and they all jumped and Ron kicked the table as Harry left the room to answer it.

Standing on his doorstep, blinking up at him through the pouring rain, was Ginny.

“I shouldn’t have come,” she whispered.

“It’s my fault,” Harry said, closing the door behind him and joining her in the street. “I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Poor Hermione,” Ginny said, reaching up and gently touching his black eye.

“Why did you come?” he whispered.

“You were getting married,” she said inadequately. “And I know our timing has always been awful, and I know it was my fault for being with Oliver when you…”

“No, it’s completely my fault,” Harry interrupted. “Why should you have to wait for me to come to my senses? I so should not have got engaged just because you were dating him.”

“I’m not dating him anymore.”

“I’m not engaged anymore,” he said. “I saw you and I couldn’t do it. There I was, standing there in the church, and for the first time in my whole life I realised I totally and utterly loved one person.

“And it wasn't the person next to me in the veil. It's the person standing opposite me now, in the rain.”

“Is it still raining?” Ginny asked. “I hadn't noticed.”

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Sorry, connielane, but this is what an H/G movie buff gets in the rain!

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