A lone figure stood at the window of the Burrow, her face pressed against the glass so that her foundation would surely pull away with the suction as soon as she took her face away, but that didn't matter to her. She had to be the first to see him, she just had to. It had been all summer, and she had gone with only the picture that she had of the two of them in a frame by her bedside, back when they were together. In all truth he had broken up with her for Voldemort… yet that sounded a bit worse than the actual truth. He had broken up with her to protect her from Voldemort, which she knew was the hardest decision for him. His parents, gone. Sirius, gone. Voldemort, gone. And if it wasn't for his amazing courage, in her first year it would have been Ginny, gone.

And so young Ginevra Weasley had to see the face of her hero, although she didn't know what would happen when she did. He might have tried to erase her from his mind altogether, just to make things easier for the both of them. Well, what did she care? She was going to run headlong into those arms that whenever they had held her she had felt whole, those arms that told her that everything was going to be alright.

Was it love or infatuation, then that drove Ginny? Her vote was love, but others might have said a deep infatuation. True, it had been infatuation up until her fifth year, but after that Quidditch match, when they were finally together at last, it turned quickly to love. After all that Harry went through to only end up watching his mentor die that night and the killer get away, she had been the stability there, trying to keep everything normal although the world they knew was ripping apart around them. With that, it had become love, and after that it was he who had broken up with her to protect her from Voldemort, who had already used her once, and that was before he had even cared that much for her other than yet another big brother. Yet he had become hers, and although she was from the bottom of the social stack, a poor Weasley from her used robes to her fiery red hair, he hadn't cared, and in fact he had done all he could possibly do for her.

Bringing Ginny back to the world was a small 'pop' from behind her, which she assumed was Ron goofing off or the same action preformed by Fred or George, although she had thought that they were spending all day at the shop to make sure that they had enough money to get Bill and Fleur a nice wedding present, and by nice that probably meant dragon scale with those two prosperous idiots those days. Yet a hand on her shoulder told her otherwise, along with the voice that had filled her dreams that night…telling her that it would all be okay.

"Looking for someone?" Harry said, as Ginny turned around, bumping into him a little he was so close. Seeing his gorgeous emerald eyes staring into hers, she could barely breath, let alone speak. Her mouth barely open in amazement, she looked completely innocent, her red hair waving around her face today as though it was effortless, although it had taken about two hours with all sorts of products that George had given her for her birthday to get it to get any shape at all. That and the lime green ribbon that matched the skirt she was wearing, that and the sea green tank top that she was wearing with it, she looked like a green and red angel. Harry seemed to get the joy that was radiating with her as she stared up at him, because he bent down, pressing his lips gently to hers, waiting for a response, and then going on as they had that June before.

Yet it was Ginny who ended it, finally leaning back and pulling her tongue from his mouth, removing her lips from his. She looked up at him as though he had just committed treason, fear striking in her heart while at the same time joy tried to burst through at the thought of having him to herself again.

"What happened to not being able to stay together?" She asked, her voice wavering. She knew as well as he did that there was nothing Voldemort considered to immoral in the quest for Harry Potter, and that she would be his main card if he ever got his horrid long fingers on her. She saw his eyes dim, knowing what was going on inside his head, she leaned foreword and cooed in a hushed tone, knowing what this must be doing to his mind.

"Gin…I can't…I can't just stand there watching all that's going on and then see you by yourself because of my cause…although you may fall victim to my cause… Hermione and Ron… I feel so…Oh Ginny…" He said, looking to her for support. She knew this would happen, what with the two of them bandying it about as they did. No, it hadn't been wise for them to hide it in the first place, but now that they made it blatantly obvious it was clear that Harry would be third wheel to a couple that seemed to be one of the more sexual ones at Hogwarts. No, they weren't going crazy or anything, but Ginny had been subject to the unpleasant sounds coming from Ron's room during the day AND night, as well as a few instances in the new gazebo out back where she had walked in while someone wasn't wearing something. But poor Harry, if he already knew then it must be a terrible thing for him… and it was partially her fault.

"Come on, Harry, you have to live sometime! There's no purpose of your mother's sacrifice if you can't love, especially since her sacrifice was love!" She said in a half-whisper, pressing herself against him like she always had when she had wanted to prove a point, feeling the depth of his chest muscles up against her face, there to protect her, there to keep her safe…

"It's not that I can't love…it's that I just…Oh Ginny…" He said, his mind obviously going through great pain. His eyes screwed up in mental anguish he wrapped one arm around her waist, the other hand finding its way to the face that was resting on his shoulder, gently smoothing along its outer edge. "If I could do one thing in life I would chose to be able to be with you without you suffering because of those out to get me…" He said, his fingers finding the underside of her chin and lifting it up so that she would have to look at him. Her chocolate brown eyes finally fluttered up to his, and it seemed as though a new creation was born inside of them. She stood on tip-toe, bringing her lips to his and pressing them with her might, her arms wrapping around his neck, her tongue finding its way through his mouth. Harry bent down so that she was a bit more flatfooted and comfortable, digging his tongue through her mouth. It went on like this, hot and cold, for what seemed like an eternity until they finally broke apart, Harry pulling Ginny over to the threadbare couch beneath the other window, feeling a shoe pop him in the leg as she kicked off her heels as he continued to massage her mouth with his, putting her completely under him as he lay atop her, his hands rubbing up and down her arm. A crash from upstairs brought them out of their joy, making them sit up and Harry actually having to stand so as not to crush the fragile girl beneath him.

"My parents are home." She said, her eyes fixed on a certain fuzz ball in the sofa. Her hair was messed now; the family would obviously notice that something had gone amiss. About five minutes of silence later, footsteps approached, Harry sat down next to Ginny, who was trying with all her might to get her hair to look as normal as ever. Yet thankfully, it was bushy brown hair…more bushy than usual, actually, that approached, and with a rather sloppy attire on for that particular girl, too. She seemed to be barely put together, and with a sickening feeling Harry knew one possibility of what had caused that bump about five minutes ago…

"Oh, Harry, you're here!" Came Hermione's voice, her face a bit red as she tried to hide the fact that she was wearing only a bath robe over pajama pants and a pajama shirt… the bathrobe wasn't tied all the way so Ginny could tell that the pajama shirt that had earlier that day been on correctly was on backwards, and she completely screwed up her face at the revelation at what exactly Hermione had been doing.

"Yah, just got here a few minutes ago." He said, looking at Ginny awkwardly. She could tell exactly what he meant by that: were we they a couple or not? After a half-second of thinking fast, Ginny leaned foreword and kissed him on the cheek, Harry wrapping his arm around her in gratitude. Looking up, Ginny saw Hermione's eyes grow wide, her mouth drop, and through those eyes that had widened her mind racing.

"You…she…two…back…together?" She managed the grammatically atrocious sentence between a lot of mindless stuttering, her eyes blinking several times. "You two haven't been up to anything, have you?" She said bossily, striding down the stairs and pointing at Ginny's hair.

"Room for you to talk, at least we didn't do anything…" She muttered savagely, looking at Harry, who gave a rather stifled laugh. "No, Hermione. Now, if you don't mind, I need to fix my hair." She said, standing up and walking up the stairs, bumping into Hermione as she went.

"Damn… she's so perfect…" Harry muttered, watching her go. Hermione's look became a bit softer, and she went to sit next to him.

"Harry…with this you need to be really careful…what with Voldemort…" Hermione said, laying a hand on Harry's shoulder. Her eyes were sad, and looking into his with a point to make.

"Don't worry, Mione. She can take care of herself, and I'm not letting her get too far out of my watch." He said, getting ready to go move his bag to Ron's room at the top of the house.

"So you're going back to Hogwarts?" Hermione said, stunned. "Ron and I are following you anywhere… but Hogwarts or not?" She said, staring at him. Harry thought for a second, his hand running through the thick black hair that was on top of his head.

"Well…by the looks of where she's going, I'll say it's to Hogwarts we a go! Besides, where better to find horcruxes based around Hogwarts than Hogwarts itself?"