So, this is my first Harry potter fanfic! Enjoy and reviews are welcomed!


Do you love me?

Ron and Hermione sat at the Burrow. The house was empty, expect for them Harry and Ginny. The rest of the Weasleys had gone on vacation to the beach. They decided not to leave. Harry insisted on not going. They couldn't leave him alone.

Harry was normal. He barely spoke, ate vey little and they suspected he almost didn't sleep at all. His eyes were darkened and sad, since the Battle of Hogwards.

"Has he been smiling?" Ron asked.

Hermione nodded negatively and sighed. Ginny was bad too. Harry wouldn't even look at her. She still loved him, as she did before the battle. Nothing had changed to her. But the rejection from her love saddened her too.

Ginny was lying in her bed. Her pillow wet with tears again. She could hear someone breathe outside her door. She walked slowly to it, tears falling to her feet. She opened it slowly and saw harry sitting against the wall near the door. She kneeled and stared. For minutes, no one spoke.

"Harry, why won't you look at me?" She asked desperate. Tears burned her eyes again.

Harry seemed to react to the sound of her tears and her voice, but his eyes still locked on the white wall in front of him.

"What did I do, Harry?" She whispered with such despair he couldn't do anything else but look at her.

Her straight red hair laid on her shoulders, while her tank top straps were falling down her shoulders. She was a mess.

The idea of this being all her fault, or of her even think of it that way, worried Harry.

"Ginny…" He whispered sad. "You shouldn't talk to me"

"Why?" She asked confused.

"I don't deserve it. I'm a failure. You can have better"

Ginny cried. Her heart was strike by a rock.

"Harry…" She fell deeper into his eyes.

"Don't look at me, Ginny. You can't look at me" He said covering his face.

"I can, Harry" She moved his hands away. "I can do more than that. I can love you, Harry"

"You can't, Ginny. I'm bad for you. I'm… stained. I've killed people. Innocent people. Your brother died because of me. Everyone that died was my fault" His eyes were getting wet.

"Are you telling me how to feel? You cannot stop me. Not with words nor a spell. Harry, I love you"

"You love me?"

She nodded.

"No, Ginny, you can't. You'll only get hurt. I'll bring bad luck. Look at everyone that I loved. Wait, you can't, because they're all dead!" He said with a sarcastic voice.

"Harry! If I die it will be of age, surrounded by my family. I can look after myself Harry. Do you not love me?"

Harry sighed.

"That's not the point…"

"Yes, it is!"

"I… do love you, Ginny"

She sighed and kissed him.

"But-" He was once again silenced by her lips.