Disclaimer: I own..approximately 562 books, one jam jar of money, and a sister. But not Harry Potter. Any recognizable plot lines/characters belong to J.K Rowling. Anything new is probably mine.

Do you know what it feels like to miss someone? To miss someone so badly it feels like your heart is slowly breaking into a million pieces? To feel like there's nothing you can do to make it right? To know that the only thing that'll make it better is for them to be here with you – but knowing they're just outside your reach.

That's how it felt for Ginny. There seemed to be little explanation, simply that everything was falling apart, for some great, unexplainable reason.
She was broken hearted. And didn't know why.

She was broken, but she was strong. She was dying inside, but she would rather die completely than show that. She never knew how much affect one boy could hold on her heart.
And it scared her senseless.

Had he really just left? Left in the middle of the night, leaving her there, alone and scared? Left alone to always picture his face in her dreams, in her nightmares. To be forever doomed to waking up sweating and panicking, searching for a way to prove that everything was just a dream.
But there was only so much Ginny could handle, even in her dreams.

She truly believed it was killing her.

The young girl awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed. A moment passed, where Ginny allowed herself to listen to nothing but the rapid beating of her heart, listening as it slowly calmed down and slowed – as the faint wisps of a nightmare ebbed away too.
"Just a dream." Ginny muttered to herself, raising one shaking hand to wipe away the sweat for her forehead. "Just a dream."
Breathing heavily, the red head dropped her hand, before swinging out of bed. Feet landing on the comforting feel of the carpet below, Ginny hoisted herself up, swaying slightly from the head rush she always received. Carefully, making sure to focus on every action distinctly, to forget any thoughts of her nightmare, she smoothed down her shirt – an old, ragged top, that must have belonged to either Fred or George.

Still whispering comforting words to herself, she made her way towards her mirror, which stood proudly at the far end of her room. Looking into it, her mutterings stopped, and the young witch scowled, as she scanned her reflection.
She had grown up, that was true, and her newly formed curves only highlighted this fact. But her curves were the only good thing about her – and there were times when Ginny grew annoyed of even these.
Sighing tiredly, the seventeen-year old girl leant forwards, to trace the faint bags beneath her eyes – the tell-tale signs of her recent lack of sleep. Staring dazed into the mirror, her pale hand moved to tug on a strand of her. The colour was bright, the infamous Weasley red, accompanied by the ever-annoying scatter of freckles. Yeuck.

Turning away, Ginny crossed her arms over her stomach, squeezing. She had dreams every night, the same one, and it always ended the same way. Ginny awakening, and convincing herself that it was all a lie, all false, all of it. But the..emptiness, the overwhelming feelings always stuck around for a while.

A noise startled Ginny from her thoughts, and she spun around, brown eyes wide, pale hands dropping to her sides. She stayed silent, assuming one of her brothers had simply come into her room, hearing her make a noise. Or perhaps Hermione was staying with them again, and Ginny had simply forgotten. She seemed to do that a lot recently – forget.

But it was a pair of green eyes that made their way out of the shadows. The eyes appeared first, bleary and sleep-ridden, but shining bright through the darkness. Quickly it was accompanied by a body, and the resulting figure smiled tentatively at her.
"Ginny?" Harry spoke, his tone low, as though dealing with a temperamental child, or a man on the verge of suicide. "Come back to bed – come on."

Almost blindly, she stepped forwards, before the impact of his words hit her. Come back to bed? Since when did she share a bed with Harry Potter of all people? Frowning, her steps faltered, and she looked up, bewildered.
"Harry, what-" Ginny paused, her eyes confused, scared, darting around as though searching for a way out.

Harry looked fully at Ginny then, his gaze having been drifting off to the side. There was something unrecognizable in his eyes, a sort of emotion that had never been alight there before. What was it? Determination? Pity? Anger?
"No." He snapped suddenly, shaking his head."Snap out of it, Ginny. Snap out of it now." She made no response, other than to frown harder, and take a couple of steps backwards. At this movement, Harry growled lightly, and stepped forwards, closing the distance as he grabbed her shoulders with both hands. "No. You know what's happening Ginny. You just need to remember." His tone was still low, but instead of coaxing her, his voice held an element of anger, as though he was barely holding back yells. He shook her roughly, glaring into her eyes. "Every morning, Ginny. You forget every morning. But you know this. Just remember!"

His eyes baring into her, Ginny suddenly gasped, shaking her head. "No. Just a dream, just a dream." She muttered to herself, reassuring herself, convincing herself. "Not real."

"No Ginny." The boy in front of her spoke, suddenly all traces of anger gone, and replaced with definite pity. "It wasn't a dream."

And that's when Ginny fainted.

A/N Okay, so..I don't like this chapter. At all really. It doesn't feel..right. It doesn't flow. o.o Which isn't a great start for a story, is it? But I needed to get started. So..please review, (You know you waaant to!) and the next chapter will be better. :P