"Mmm I love this part of the woods,' Ginny murmured. She closed her eyes. Gently leaning into the soft wind that caressed the trees and her cheek.

'Ginny,' Harry said behind her.

Ginny turned to look at her brothers friend and the guy she had had a cursh on since she was little. He was kill the dark lord. She could only imagine the weight that had put on his already heavy shoudlers. She wanted to ease some of the pain he had.

She almost took a step back in surprise. He was standing right behind her. She could feel his breath on her face. Swirling around her. His face almost an inch from hers. Familiar and yet mysteriously unknown. She looked up into his emerald eyes. In the forests mossy glow they were an even darker green. She tried to read the emotions in them. But they were as unfamiliar as a book written in a foreign language, she hadn't heard of. Suddenly, almost as if the wind had gently pushed them together Ginny's lips joined with Harry's. They were cold but soft, and she suddenly had a strong desire to move her lips in time to his.

Almost as if he had read her mind, Harry's mouth, carefully but firmly started to move against hers. At the same time rapping his arms around her waist. Ginny responded by threading her hands through his hair.

Electricity crackled between them. Ginny shivered. Delighted by their touch.

Taking this as encouragement their soft embrace turned fiery and hot. Their lips moving faster as they drunk each other in. Each wanting more of an exceptionally good drink. Ginny felt Harry's lips prying hers open. His tongue running along the outline of her lips seeking entry. She opened her mouth wide enough to let him in. His tongue caressed the insides of her mouth.

Ginny felt overcome with the heat of the kiss.

Harry's tongue retreated back to his own mouth. But he moved his lips with more urgency. His hands trailing up her back. Ginny let out a soft moan as Harry nibbled slightly on her lower lip.

Suddenly he pulled back.

Ginny opened her eyes. Feeling the lose as her empty arms fell lamely to her side. Ginny looked closely in Harry's eyes.

Emotion filled them like a pool. Ginny could read a few of them. She saw lust, excitement, fear, and anger. Ginny was puzzled by the odd combination. Harry was turned to the side. Looking away from her. His eyes unfocused like he was trying to see something very far off. Very quickly his skin turned pale. He whipped out his wand, and his eyes narrowed. He looked so menacing that if Ginny hadn't known him any better she would have been terrified. And Ginny wasn't a girl to be frightened easily.

Ginny noticed that all the chirping birds had gone deadly silent. The wind had run away, and the sun's light dulled. Ginny's senses screamed at her to run, as the cold and icy hands of fear gripped her sides.

Scrambling in her pocket for her wand she moved closer to Harry.

A sudden rustling of leaves caused her head to snap towards the direction Harry was watching.

Then silhouetted in the dim of the trees was the distinct outline of a man in a billowing cloak made from shades of the dark.

Glowing red, cat like eyes leered at them from between the trees. A wand in his hands.

Voldemort.