Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, therefore I do not own any of these characters. I only own the idea. :-)
The veil of red hair covers her face, hiding it from view. She means for people's gaze to slide right over her, and they do. She is done with the pain; she no longer wants to feel the hurt in her heart. She has separated herself from everyone she holds dear: her family, her friends, and Harry. Especially Harry. For years she searched for his acknowledgement of her. She lived for the day when he would look at her and see her for who she really was, deep down, instead of seeing her as his best mate's little sister. Now she realized that that day and that love would never come. So she isolated herself. She continued to live, but without purpose.
Yet the irony of things is wryly amusing. She gave up on Harry, gave up on her hope of his glance. She was immune to everyone now, immune to the heart-wrenching pain. So she could not tell that everywhere she went, the eyes she had desired were trained on her, deep in thought, filled with love, sorrow, and longing. The minute she gave up on those bright, emerald eyes, they saw her.
She walked slowly back from her last class of the day. The hall was silent, for she had gone down a rarely used corridor. The sound of footsteps approached her from behind. Her body stiffened slightly. She felt a firm hand on her shoulder, steering her off to the side. The hand slowly and gently pushed back the curtain around her face. His emerald eyes and jet black hair came into view. She swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat. She wanted to forget about Harry, but she couldn't. Her vision blurred as the hand placed her hair affectionately behind her ear. She opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly his lips were pressed tenderly on hers. She had been waiting for this day ever since she had met the famous, but humble Harry Potter. Finally it had happened. The warmth from the kiss spread throughout her body, melting the barrier of ice around her heart. His soft lips strayed from her mouth and went up to her ear to whisper,
"Come back, Ginny. Come back to your friends, to me. We miss you so much. Come back to your life."
She looked up into those aching eyes and they locked with her own teary ones. She pushed back the rest of her hair that was in her face and replied by placing her mouth on his, sending a jolt all over her body. He placed his comforting arms around her as they treasured the moment. Finally, she broke the kiss to murmur in his ear,
"I will, Harry, I will."
He kissed her cheek lightly and they set off the common room. She was herself again. She was Ginny.