The First Time Back

"When is he coming Ron?"

"Hermione, for the last time, he's coming in a hour, why do you care so much any way?"

"Dumbledore died, then he's forced to the Dursleys and he broke up with . . . well yeah."

"Me? You know you're standing right next to my door, right? Oh, and by the way Ron, Harry's here, walking up the road."

"Hey Ron, Hermione." Harry said, walking up the stairs.

"Hi Harry, how are you?" asked Ron.

"Okay, and you Ron?"

But Ron's answer was not heard as I interrupted. "Cough, cough, hello Harry, incase you forgot I'm Ginny."

"I didn't see you, sorry," my ex – boyfriend replied.

"Of course you didn't, because I was standing right in front of you," I yelled, slamming my bedroom door behind me as I stormed back into my room, tears slowly falling down my face. As I lied down on my bed I remembered the end of Dumbledore's funeral, and Harry's break up 'speech'.

Flashback (AN: This part comes from Harry Potter and the Half – Blood Prince pages 602 – 603, I took out some parts).

"Ginny, listen . . .," Harry said very quietly, "I can't be involved with you any more. We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together.

I said with an odd twisted smile, "It's for some stupid, noble reason isn't it. What if I don't care I'm on You – Know – Who's death list."

"I care," replied Harry, "How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral . . . and it was my fault . . ."

End of Flashback

I was removed from my daydream when someone opened my door. All of a sudden I was staring into a pair of dark emerald eyes that were showing that everything was not okay, on top of the head those eyes belonged to was a whole bunch of messy pitch black hair, it was Harry.

"Hi Gin," he said, "You okay? It looks like you've been crying, why?"

"You really want to know?" I sniffled.

"Ginny, of course I do, I went out with you, remember."

"Fine then, I'll tell you. IT'S YOU, you broke up with me for some stupid, noble reason, you ignore me, and you ask if I'm okay when I'm crying," I yelled at Harry, tears streaming down my face. "I'll tell you again, I don't care if Voldemort wants to kill me because, just like your mother, I love you, get that into your head Harry, I love you, and you wonder why I'm crying. I'm worried about you Harry, I don't want you to leave." Now I was sobbing, and suddenly Harry wasn't in front of me but beside me, holding me close.

"I'm sorry Ginny," Harry whispered to me, "I broke up with you for a stupid, noble reason as you would put it, though I think differently. Fortunately for you and I guess me, I can't keep my promise, to keep you away from Voldemort. I love you Ginny, and, well if your mother will let you, you're welcome to come with me, Hermione, and Ron."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I love you, as I've said before, and, well, Hermione and Ron just got together. I walked into Ron's room and they were on his bed."

"They were . . . um, doing it?"

"NO. They were how ever kissing, and, from the looks of it, it was sort of like this."

And with that Harry Potter kissed me. His tongue started running over my upper lip and I granted him entrance. Our tongues became reaquantied with each other as Harry layed me down on my bed. He broke the kiss.

"Ginny, I love you, just like my mother loved me, but in a different way."

"I know Harry, I love you too," I whispered back as I snaked my hands around his neck and brought his lips back down to mine. His hands went around my waist and pulled me up to him, then those same calloused hands ran up and down my back, under my shirt, gently, with care.

My hands came down to his waist and under his shirt to the front of his chest, rubbing it, engraving the feel of his chest into my memory. His lips traveled down my neck as I heard the moan that escaped my lips and my mother call up the stairs that it was supper. Harry released my neck from his lips as he whispered in my ear, "Come on Ginny, I might ask Hermione if she wants to switch bedrooms with me. We better go have some supper."

So he took my hand and led me downstairs. That night I slept with the best pillow ever, and for the first time that summer I didn't cry myself to sleep.