Chapter 1-HP+GW
Ginny Weasley had just finished eating her last bit of potato from her plate. It was now two years since the Battle of Hogwarts, where Harry Potter had defeated evil Lord Voldemort once and for all.
Ginny thought about Harry for a while. She had always fancied since she saw him, eight years ago at King's Cross station. Two years ago (which now seemed like a lifetime ago, to her), they briefly started dating, but they split up-Harry wanting to protect her from Voldemort's wrath. Now she and her family were at the Burrow, their family home. The red-headed girl tried not to think about Harry, but so far was unsuccessful.
At that very moment, Harry, now at Number twelve Grimmauld Place, was thinking about Ginny. He had just returned from an uneventful dinner at the Burrow, the whole time, he spent with Ron and Hermione, save for the half-hour in which he devoured Mrs Weasley's food with all the rest, avoiding Ginny's tawny eyes. He knew that he would return there for Christmas, which was mere one day away.
He spent most of Christmas Eve thinking about his ex, except for a few minutes when he would call his house-elf, Kreacher, to deliver a few items of food and drink to him. As he sat cross legged on the cream couch in the redecorated lounge, he thought of the brief exchange he shared with her on his coming-of-age birthday. He suddenly heard a high pitched beeping from his clock.
It read -00:00:04-. Holy crap he thought, in ten hours or so, he was expected at the Burrow-but he had not showered since yesterday or chosen his outfit. He was less worried about the latter, but even though not being a girl would lessen the time it would take him to do it, he wanted to look good in front of Ginny, or at least better than he felt.
When he had finally done this, his clock read -01:28:19-. He had a small slice of bacon, courtesy of Kreacher, for breakfast, realising he was going for lunch, not all three daily meal types. The thought of Hermione, Ron, George, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Bill, Fleur, Charlie and even Percy seemed to lift his spirit a bit, but then he realised he would see Ginny. He knew he loved her, more than he could bear, but felt that she would not respond to Harry asking if she wanted to start things up with him again, after how he ended it. Ron's words from two years ago rang in his ears as if he were on his shoulders:
"She was really cut up when you ended it."
The seventh to ninth word almost killed him-you ended it. At a time like this, when he yearned for her, it was hard to see why.