"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world." - Bill Wilson
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) don't own anything or anyone except the story line.
Chapter 1 – In Which They're Thinking of the Other
Ginny rolled over trying to get comfortable. Looking over she glanced at the clock and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. Sighing she got up and stuck her head out the open window, hoping that a breeze would come. There was not even the slightest breeze after 5 minutes and she pulled her head back in the room. To say that the night was hot was an understatement. She glanced over at Hermione and was relieved to see her asleep on her cot. She slipped out the door and down the stairs, careful to skip the creaky step. Once in the kitchen she turned on the small light above the stove, throwing a soft light around the room. She got a glass out of a cabinet and filled it with ice and water. She was just about to sit down at the table when she realized that it was 2:45 in the morning, so no-one else would be up, and the floor was cooler than the chair. So she placed her glass carefully on the floor and laid down next to it. She spread her arms and legs out and sighed, closing her eyes she thought about the past couple of days. Ron was back as was Percy, lots of people she knew had died, Fred had died, her big brother Fred. But Voldemort was gone, for good, he too had died. Harry had killed him. Harry. She sighed again.
"Ginny, seriously. What's with all the sighing? Since when do you sigh so much any ways?" Ginny snapped her eyes open. And there standing over her, in the flesh, smiling down at her, was Harry Bloody Potter. Scowling she sat up. Harry was still staring at her, and it was taking all of her self-control not to stare back.
'Oh Merlin, why did he have to pick now to come downstairs shirtless? Damn, he looks great.'
'Merlin she looks amazing. Why did you have to go being noble? Stupid noble git. You let her get away. Now look what you're missing!' Hearing her talking brought him back from his thoughts.
"…you just wouldn't. Would you? Because you haven't been around! Not at all. Then you come back. And no, 'Hi Ginny. How are you?'.No, you ignore me. Then, I want to fight. To help! Other people, people younger than me, were fighting! But again, no, that can't happen. And so you side with my mum. MY MOTHER!" she was saying while walking around the kitchen pulling things out of random cabinets. Harry stood there rooted to the spot, still watching her, taking in the sight of her. Her short navy blue shorts and white tank top, her long auburn hair pulled up in a ponytail that ended just above her waist. When she reached up to get something out of a higher cabinet Harry caught sight of a strip of her back that was exposed when her top rose slightly. Harry groaned inwardly and rolled his eyes, taking several steps closer to her. She spun around and pushed past him grabbing a mixing bowl and began adding ingredients and mixing them together. Harry moved so that he was just inches behind her, but she continued to mix.
"Ginny, what are you doing?" she continued to mix, but answered him.
"I'm making cookies." she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He reached around her and held the spoon still, his hand covering hers.
"Its 3 in the morning. And I'm sure your mum wants the kitchen in one piece when she gets up." Ginny spun around and opened her mouth to retort but Harry covered her mouth with his. He snaked his arms around her waist and hers automatically went around his neck and her hands found his hair. She felt him push the bowl aside and next thing she knew she was sitting on the counter, still snogging Harry, her legs were wrapped around his waist and her hands in his hair. When they finally pulled apart Ginny looked up at him.
"I still don't forgive you for leaving like that." she whispered still playing with his hair.
"I know Gin. I'm so sorry. I really didn't want to." he whispered back.
"And you're not forgiven for saying I couldn't fight in the battle."
"Alright."
"And you sided with my mother, NOT something that is going to be easily forgiven either."
"I wouldn't expect it to Ginny." She nodded and put her forehead to his.
"You have to promise me one thing though."
"Anything."
"You can never leave me again. Not ever. Not until I say so."
"Promise."
"Ok then." Harry smiled and kissed her again. Just then they heard someone clear their throat. They instantly released each other and Harry shot away from Ginny to lean against the counter several feet away from her.
"Hermione! What are you doing up? I thought you were asleep!"
"I was getting a glass of water."
"Right, of course, because it's hot. Everyone needs water when it's hot, to cool them down. I was down here to get some of that myself." Ginny babbled as she glanced up to look at the older witch with a slight blush covering her cheeks.
"Well, I should clean this up." She said when Hermione just raised an eyebrow at her. Harry just stood there looking between the two young women. Ginny hoped off the counter and turned to start cleaning up the mess she had made. But Hermione waved her wand and the kitchen was instantly spotless.
"Thanks 'Mione." she said yawning and stretching, causing Harry to roll his eyes and groan inwardly again, Hermione laughed at him. Ginny looked between the two and cocked an eyebrow. After grabbing her water glass she started for the stairs, shaking her head.
"Goodnight guys. See you tomorrow."
"Night Ginny!" said Hermione smirking at her best friend, who rolled her eyes.
"I'm going up too. Goodnight Hermione." Harry said, following Ginny up the stairs several minutes later. When the two got to Ginny's room they stopped. Ginny stood up on her tip-toes and kissed Harry softly. When they broke apart she looked up at him.
"Harry, what does this mean? Because I know what I want it to mean. But I have to know what it really does mean. Because I really, really, want it to mean what I think it might. But, you know, I have to know for sure what it means because…" Harry cut her off with a kiss.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" he chuckled.
"Well?" she asked him, causing Harry to chuckle at her.
"And that you're terribly impatient." he added, earning himself a glare.
"I think this means that we're together. If you'll take me back that is." Ginny smiled up at him.
"Of course I will Harry."
"Good. Because I'm quite enjoying this."
"What?"
"This." he said as he kissed her again.
When they finally fell asleep, they did so with smiles on their faces, (in their own beds) thinking of the other.
