All She Needed
"You're beautiful Ginny. So beautiful…I love you." The words sounded wrong coming from him, although at the time she couldn't articulate it. "Ginny…" He murmured running his hand through her hair. Everything felt wrong, she felt dirty.
"You won't find anyone better for you then me." He whispered as his hands roamed up the back of her shirt.
Harry glanced over at Ginny and smiled. The two of them had been in the library doing homework, and she had fallen asleep on top of her potions assignment. Harry knew he should wake her, but according to Hermione she hadn't been sleeping well, the pressure of exams were probably starting to get on her, as they did for every student every year. Hermione wasn't so sure, she felt that there was something Ginny wasn't sharing with them. He ignored Hermione's fears though, if Ginny had a problem she'd share it with him…he was almost positive.
"I don't like it." Ginny whispered softly in her sleep. Her hand twitched in a weak protest of what she was dreaming.
Harry set his parchment aside and watched her for a few minutes. Unsure of what she was dreaming, exams probably.
"please, please, please…" Ginny whispered softly giving a full body shake.
Harry placed a hand on her shoulder and gently nudged her.
"Wake up baby." He said softly.
In her sleep she began to cry. "please…please…" she whispered again. Harry shook her a little harder. "Wake up sweetie…Ginny…wake up." He had never seen someone this upset over exams before. With a sudden, almost spastic jump Ginny sat up and began breathing quickly looking around the room, her eyes wide and scanning the room, as if looking for an exit.
"Gin?" He whispered softly. "What's wrong?
Ginny brought her hands to her face and sighed. "sorry, bad dream." She removed her hands and smiled at him. "How are you?"
"I'm okay…you seemed like you were having a bad dream or something there, want to talk about it?" He said reaching for her hand. She looked down and stared at their hands. She was quiet for a moment and then shook her head. "Harry, It's just a nightmare-exam's are coming up, I don't test well. You've known that since my first year, remember how nutty I was then?" She said, her smile was almost convincing until he thought for a moment.
" Ginny, you didn't have exams your first year…you being in a chambers, and then St. Mungo's…you did your exams over the summer." He whispered.
"Ginny…you still have nightmares about it, don't you?"
Ginny stared a him for a minute, just staring at him, her face was completely void of emotion.
"Harry, I want to tell you…but I can't, not now, not yet." She whispered softly.
Harry nodded and reached for his parchment again, unsure of what to say.
"Harry, the reason I'm not telling you, isn't that I don't trust you." She whispered softly standing up and collecting her books.
"It's because when you look at me, you see a beautiful, kind, loving and funny woman with a heart of gold. When I tell you this, you won't look at me like that anymore…and maybe it's selfish…but I really like how you look at me, even if you don't know better." She whispered and then walked away.