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Chapter 1

Ginny's POV

I had been dreaming the same dream for a couple of days now. I thought for a while that I was over him and I was convinced when I had convinced everybody else. The dream of course had me totally spinning in confusion and then I didn't know what to think.

I was sitting at the table waiting for breakfast to be made when a voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"Ginny? GINNY!"

I looked up to see my older brothers staring at me with confused expressions on their faces.

"Ginny, are you ok?" Ron asked.

"I'm fine!" I answered, a little harshly but I was not in the mood for his antics.

Fred and George shared a glance while Ron continued eating. I loved my brothers I really did but sometimes they just got on my nerves. We ate in content silence after my outburst and then I felt guilty. It wasn't their fault I was distant and a little distracted. I pushed my food around the plate clearly not interested. Then, I got up from the table and headed toward the living room.

"Sweetheart, you have hardly touched your breakfast this morning," mum commented.

"I'm not that hungry, thanks anyway," I answered.

I started pacing in the living room, recalling the elated feeling I experienced this morning and the dream I enjoyed last night.

We were standing on a cliff looking out to a valley. To one side a waterfall gushed down toward a flowing river. The water, warm and inviting glistened in the light from the sun. The luscious, green grass covered the ground and moved gracefully in the wind. In places where there wasn't grass, there were boulders covered in a jungle green moss. On the other side of the valley was a forest thick and dense. It was dark, but at the same time rays of sunlight shone through the branches. It was the most tranquil, peaceful place I had ever been.

The wind blew in my hair and I felt the grass under my feet. Behind me stood a man who was of average height, but well built. He had green eyes that shone like bright emeralds. His raven hair was blown everywhere with the wind. He was the man that pictured in all my wildest fantasies.

I felt a pair of strong arms slide around my waist and warm breath on my neck. The man buried his head in my hair and breathed in my scent. I felt happy just standing there with the man of my dreams. Sometimes I would see us sitting or lying together on top of our cliff. It didn't matter what we were doing though, as long as we were doing it together.

Damn these dreams. It would make this summer a whole lot easier if they just never came. Imagine what Ron would say if he knew I had started thinking of him again. I wish Hermione were here, she would know what to do.

"Harry!"

I heard Ron's voice. Harry was here early.