I hope you like...I think it's really sweet :) I just threw it together really quick.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Voldemort would've turned out happy and good in the end, and him and Harry would've become roommates.
Harry sat on a rather poufy chair in the Gryffindor common room. He ungracefully rolled on his side and curled up into a ball. The boy heaved a great sigh, pretending that the breath that he just released was his many burdens that he dreams and lives every day. He relaxed for just a moment, one precious little moment, but the burdens hopped back on for another round of tooling with Harry's emotions and tolerance. Harry sat back up and checked the time: Two in the morning. There goes my chances of passing my potions final, he thought. The young, hardly pubescent lad unsteadily got to his feet, but to no avail. He collapsed with a thud back onto the chair and blacked out, ready for a sleepful, dreamless night.
That small wish for peace never came, as he found himself tossing and turning, with flashes of thoughts that he was sharing with Voldemort. He woke up with a start, sweating and cursing his luck. Harry checked the time.
The clock on the banister above the fireplace read 2:15 am.
Harry took a pillow off of his damp-with-sweat chair and chucked it at the opposite wall. He let out a cry of frustration and shoved his face into his palms. Tears stained his grimy fingers.
Everyone is gone, he thought. Sirius, mum, dad, everyone. I am completely alone.
Harry lifted his head up just an inch from his fingers. He watched his tears drip from his chin to his palms. Then, footsteps. Harry hastily wiped his face onto the cushion behind him and acted asleep. The footsteps faded out. Harry released a sigh of relief, and returned to wallowing in his self pity. The footsteps returned, but he didn't bother getting rid of his selfish tears and his quiet sobs.
"Harry?" A familiar voice sounded out to him. A girl with fiery red hair, clad in white flowery pajamas padded over to face him on the couch. "Are you alright?"
"Ginny...Yeah, of course. Why?" Harry slurred his words together, trying to blink back overdue tears threatening to spill.
"Well, you're crying, aren't you?"
"No I'm not."
"Oh, Harry," Ginny planted herself beside him on the couch and put an arm around his shoulder. "There isn't any point hiding anything from me."
Harry response was a fresh wave of tears that seemed to pour for no apparent reason.
"Ginny," he managed to croak between sobs.
"Yes?"
"Promise me one thing."
"Of course."
Harry gathered himself and looked Ginny straight in the eyes.
"Promise me you will never leave my side."
Harry wasn't the only one with tears in his eyes after that.