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It was one month after the final battle. Harry James Potter had battle and killed Lord Voldemort, one of the wizarding worlds most feared Dark Wizards. Those who had been on the dark side, and had either been killed or rounded up, and put in Azkaban. Harry was staying at the weasley's while he found somewhere else to stay, as he had lost touch with his Aunt and Uncle, but was very sure that they, and there son Dudley, were alive. Mrs. Weasley had told him repeatedly that he was welcome to stay as long as he liked at the burrow, and Harry was very glad to. It was great to have a warm bed, three proper meals a day, and not have the constant threat of being attacked.

Ginny wasn't talking to Harry like she used to. Whether this was due to the sudden death of her older brother Fred, or the fact that Harry had suddenly broke up with Ginny that day by the lake at the Dumbledore's funeral, or the kiss, before he left last summer, Harry did not know. For the past month, all Harry could think about was Ginny.

Harry woke up from a deep dreamless sleep. The smell of fresh bacon made Harry's stomach rumble. Harry quickly dressed and flew down the stairs, as not to miss out on Mrs. Weasleys wonderful cooking.

When he arrived downstairs, he could see a sea of Red hair, plus one wild brown head. Hermione was also staying with the Weasleys, while she tracked down her parents, who were currently in Australia.

'Good morning Harry dear!' Said Mrs. Weasley, putting down a fresh plate of toast on the table.

'Sleep well?" asked Hermione, whilst reading advanced transfiguration. ('We have missed out on an awful lot of schoolwork, and it wouldn't hurt to do a bit of extra reading, Ronald!")

Harry's eyes rested on Ginny. Ginny caught him staring, and looked away. What had he done to deserve this? Harry Thought. Why won't she even look at me? Harry angrily went back to his toast.

Later that day Harry went for a walk in the garden. It was a very large Garden, a total contrast to the neat garden that the Dursleys kept. Harry spotted Ginny sitting by herself next to the pond. Harry hesitated for a moment whether to go and join her. Harry's heart got the better of him, and he went to sit next to her. It was a sunny winter's morning and the ground was hard and cold

'Hey Ginny,' Harry whispered, making Ginny jump.

'Don't do that! You scared me!' scolded Ginny.

'Sorry.' Harry felt his cheeks burn red. 'Now what are you doing sitting out here on a cold day like this?'

'I'm not being rude Harry, but what do you want?'

'Well that sounded quite rude to me!' Tears sprung up in Ginny's eyes. It was not like Ginny to cry, so Harry knew that there was something wrong.

'I'm sorry.' Ginny muttered, not looking Harry in the eye.

'No I'm sorry Ginny. I shouldn't have crept up on you like that.'

Ginny drew breath. 'It's not about that! Boys really don't have a clue do they?'

Harry had never seen this emotional side to Ginny before.

'I'm sorry Gin. Sorry about everything.'

'I know you are, Harry. But…That kiss…it really messed me up Harry. And it's not just that. All of the stuff with F…Fred, and, well it's just…too much!' Ginny broke down sobbing.

Harry put his arm around her. 'You m…must think that I…I'm so stupid!'

'No Gin.' Said Harry firmly. 'I could never think that of you.'

Ginny looked into Harry's eyes, and Harry kissed her softly

'It's going to be OK, Ginny.'

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