My first oneshot. In my LIFE. It's the first time Ginny and Harry get to be alone since Harry has defeated Voldemort. Different than everybody else's version, I think. It's really short, but I hope you enjoy, and if you like it, tell me because I'm working on a longer Harry Potter fanfic.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Harry Potter or Ginny or the plot or anything. If I did, I would be VERY rich...
I had been trying all night to talk to Ginny. But whenever I saw her, she was with her mum, or with her friends, or I was talking to one of the professors, or Ron was in the way.
But now it was the middle of the night, I was in my old dorm room, and I couldn't sleep. I could only think about Ginny and how lonely she must have been because there was nobody else in her dorm with her and how she must have been missing Fred.
So, underneath the cover of Ron's snores, I snuck out, invisibility cloak on just in case.
When I was in the common rooms, I looked around, but was disappointed to find that Ginny was not there. I tiptoed over to the staircase that led to the girl's dorm rooms, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to climb them anyway, as the staircase was charmed to repel boys.
Still, there was a hope deep inside of me. There was a longing. I needed to see Ginny. Now.
So I stepped on the staircase.
So far, so good.
I took another step. Then one more. Then one more.
I was faced with the fifth step which was where the stairs usually turned into a slide, but I took the step anyway.
And nothing happened.
I continued up the stairs quickly and quietly.
When I reached the top of the stairs unharmed, I thought, Thank you, Godric Gryffindor. Thank you so much.
I found Ginny's room and I snuck into it. I dropped the Invisibility Cloak.
As she had said, she was the only one there. Her bed kind of reminded me of her room at home: it was small, crowded, covered in Quidditch posters, and oddly cheerful.
She was sleeping and she was gorgeous. Her red hair spilled over her pillow and her blankets were pulled to her shoulders.
There were tear streaks on her cheeks though, and I found myself reaching out to wipe them away.
Her eyes popped open. "What are you doing up here?" she demanded.
"Ginny," I said softly.
Her eyes melted, and her hand reached out to grab mine. "I thought you were gone, Harry," she admitted.
"I thought I was never going to see you again," I told her, gripping her hand tighter.
She slid over and welcomed me into her bed. I accepted, and we spent the night like that: our arms wrapped around each other, her head on my chest, and tears streaming out of her eyes as she finally shed the strong front that she usually held.
Just the way it should be; just the way it would always be.
Tell me if you like it! Or if you don't.