"Shh, bring this straight to him, alright? No one else, ok," Ginny Weasley told her owl as she tied a small yet heavy letter to it's outstretched leg. The owl hooted softly, nipped his owners finger gently and tiredly, then took flight out of the open window. Ginny walked over, checked to make sure that Errol was flying in the right direction, or even flying at all. She shut her window only slightly as to make sure that the owl would have the ability to fly back through the window.

Ginny Weasley had a reason for sending a letter with an owl, she was a pureblood witch, a rather poor one, but still a witch. She was now entering her 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and most of her friends were going with her, except for her boyfriend, he was in his seventh, and final year at Hogwarts. No one in the Weasley family, or any one with close relations knew about their secret relationship, and as far as Ginny knew, no one knew at all. They had been going out for almost 2 years now, and had surprisingly kept it silent to everyone who crossed their path. They had also been writing to each other all summer long, so far every day. Then, they the bits of parchment forgotten as the returned to school, and snuck off in empty classrooms in the dead of night to talk.

She gently laid herself down upon her bed, Errol should return in a few hours or less, depending on how long the letter was. So, she decided to just lay there wide awake until the old family owl returned with her letter. But, after only a few minutes her plan faded away as she stared up at the ceiling and slowly let her eyes droop into a deep sleep, where only her fairytale dreams could take her away.

As she slept, a dream finally began to slowly appear and pull her in. She was in a room covered in red, and the ceiling in green, and as she looked around, she turned to her left, and found no other than Harry Potter, her first few years crush, and still crush. They were all alone in the magnificent room, she moved closer and found that the pillows were made of a silky texture. She collapsed to the floor next to Harry, waiting for him to even speak a word, but he said nothing, he just gazed at her with his deep, dark, green eyes. Finally, giving up her hope of a conversation, she laid her head down and stared at the green ceiling, although she would have much preferred Harry's eyes, but noticed that the ceiling wasn't just green, it was covered in plants. The room somehow felt familiar, but she couldn't tell from what. As she lay on the pillows, she felt something move on her left. She turned her head to find that Harry had laid down next to her, and was gazing up at the plant covered ceiling as well.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" he whispered into her ear.

"What are they?" she asked peeling her eyes from Harry's and glancing up at the ceiling once again.

"You mean to tell me you don't know?" he grabbed her hand, and forced it to his side and held it in his own.

"N-n-no," she replied finding the single, simple word that was yet so hard to find as she looked at their hands entwined.

"Would you like to know?"

"Maybe."

"It's a yes or no, love."

"N-yes."

"You sure," she nodded her head, and Harry moved closer and propped himself up on one elbow, as he inched closer, Ginny could see the depths of his eyes clearer and clearer, until finally their lips met and Ginny's eyes snapped shut, and re-opened almost as fast as she felt Harry's lips part from her own. She looked over by him to find him lying on his back once again, hand still clutching Ginny's, as he whispered, "That would be mistletoe."

He kissed her again, as she felt a sharp pain on her forehead, she tried to say ow, but her words were muffled. She put her hand on her head hoping it wouldn't happen again, but then whatever it had been had poked her on the hand. This time as she released Harry's hand, she seemed to float away and finally awake.

"George!" she yelled as she found the culprit of the pain holding a small skinny stick, which he quickly threw aside.

"What were you dreaming about there, sis?"

"Har-nothing, what are you doing here?" she said sitting up and rubbing her eyes back into the focus she was used to.

"Came to visit, and now mum wants Errol, she needs to send a letter with the ruddy bird."

"Wh-wh-oh," she said yawning, "I've already sent him off with one, however long I've been sleeping, then he should be back in about an hour. Why doesn't she just use pig?"

"Pig, your kidding right? That useless git, anyway, she would, but Ron's already used him to send a letter to Harry." Just then a huge grey owl swept through the window and dropped a letter that landed near George's feet. Ginny dived, but by the time she had reached where the letter had been, George was already reading it to himself.

"Story time, eh?" he said to himself, "Whoa, this is corny stuff, who could be writing this to you?"

"George, give it back, now, I mean it, please, just give it here," she said almost ready to cry, if they found out, but, they couldn't.

"No, I think I'll finish, I've only got the last two lines," he read it and aloud pronounced the ending, "See you at school. Yours Forever,?" his face dropped as he looked at Ginny with disbelieving eyes.

"George, you need to understand, it's not what you think, well maybe it is, but just give it here ok, just forget it," she said as tears slid down her face, causing her flaming red hair to cling to her face.

"But, this can't be, Ginny?"

"I know, we started going out the end of my fourth year, he liked me, and I only did it so that Harry would probably get jealous, but things changed and I came to like him. So just don't tell anyone, do you swear, please George, just don't tell anyone."

"But, but...?"

"Please, just say something, I-I just don't know, I like him though, he's been my boyfriend for two years now George. I just, I just..." she looked at him wiping the hair from her face and gasping for breath through the tears, "No one was supposed to find out, please just understand."

"But, Draco Malfoy?"