Chapter 1. Not again!

I had a dream that I was, no couldn't be, but fighting? and Harry somehow turned up in my memory? My whole body is acking. I fall.

I wake up, more or less, anyway. But I don't want to open my eyes. I refuse to look. I don't want to talk to anyone right now! But I do open my eyes, and my eyes see, Harry!

He looks at me, as if to check if I would be okay. I mean, my head hurts, though I can't recall excactly why? Confusing. I know!

I'm laying on a bed, his to be exact, my head is pounding as if a gnome is tied up in there, trying to get out. What happened? And Why do Harry keeplooking at me like that? And why does he keep stroking my arm ever so gently?

But I can't take it anymore.

He looks at me, but not as if he pitty me, but just, feeling bad I'm hurting. I remember the pain, not that it ever stopped, but now, the gnome have gotten a drill. I close my eyes in agony. I want to seem strong! I may have moaned. Just a bit anyway. And a tear betrays me, falling down my cheek. I look down, but a gentle hand suddenly takes my chin, holding it, forcing me to look at him. He kisses my forehead. "Here" He holds out two pills, and a purple potion. I take it, swallow it as fast as possible.

"Eww..." I mumble, but instantly it got better.

"What happend?" I ask, trying to recall the last day of my life, or so. He looks away quickly, as if to see if anyone tries to listen in on us.

He sighed "Listen, Ginny we were fighting, um, the death eaters. They came here, to the burrow. And, I don't know who, becuse I bloody would have killed the one who did it, but someone hit you with a spell, that was supposed to make you remember nothing at all, much like Lockhard I think, and I wanted to be with you 'till you woke up. Now, how much do you accually remember?"

I try to think "Yesterday when I tryed to fall aseep, 'till now." "Good" he just says.

I want to change the subject.

"Would you, - I mean, is it too?" I suddenly sigh, and realize I have to ask him sometime! Though I really don't want to ask him, I know I'll regret tomorrow or later if I didn't. Even I realize I'm sick or injured somehow, and no one can seriously not answer a question of a sick person, can they?

I pluck up the courrage, wispering as loud as I can, "Would you date me again? Or kiss me? I'm not picky, you know..." I smirk, wishing instantly I hadn't. He looks a bit as if he expected it. Why, I woulden't know. It's a simple question, I think. But he shruggs, looks me in the eye, smiling, and quietly answers "Nah, I woulden't, not just now anyway." But his eyes tells me otherwise.

"You know lying isn't nice, don't you?" I can't recall when I last saw him smile back at me like this. But at least he smiled again.

"Yeah, I know. I also know, that you know me too well. I guess you got you'r answer then?"

"I guess" I shrugg. "Well Gin, remember, that... I..er.. I- I love you, and want you to get well so I'll have to leave, or Molly'll beat me down or something, for preventing youfrom resting..." He gets to his feet slowly walking towards the door, but just as he's 3 feet away from the door, I stop him quietly wispering "Wait Harr... You, know... I love you too... and I just..." I stop, woundering ifI had said too much? But on the other hand he'd told me he loved me... I like that. A lot!

"How long have you by the way been sitting by my side, watching me asleep?" I said, woundering to myself what answer would make me feel better.

"About... " He looked to his watch. "About, 6 hours, I guess... But you're sweet when you're sleeping... So pretty." he said walking out the door.

Wow... I never thought he'd do that for me? No matter. The guy I love. Yes love, not like, not a crush, but seriously love, have been waiting for me to open my eyes. Not bad, not bad at all.

I fall back onto my pillow, or... his pillow, and fall asleep instantly.

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Suddenly I'm back at Hogwarts, holding hands with Harry, we're walking towards the room of requriment, as we walk in, theres a king sized bed, satain sheets, dark red, and candels all over.

I know he do this for me, he woulden't care if there was just a chair or to and just sitting, holding hands and kissing.

But, we get on the bed, and I find myself, wrapped around him, my legs on his legs, my arms, working up and down his shirt, when I get under the shirt and feel his bare skin, I notice he shivers a bit pulling away, but I know it just... becuse he don't want us to get all 'exited' in other words he don't want to have sex with me.

But I know he does, sometimes at least. Sometimes I do too, but I know, that we shoulden't.

He kisses me seriously passionated, and I kiss him back as hard as I can. When we both need a bit of air, I pull away, I moan into his mouth breathless "wow..." and we carry on kissing. 3 seconds later I and he, were lying down snogging.

He placed his left hand on my hip and I drew closer to him. Maybe a little too close becuse I notice, umm... lets say something 'turned up' not his fault entirely, as I had been moving my hips back and forth, not as a reflecs, but hes my boyfriend, it's kinda nice he's turned on by me ain't it?

But just as he pulls away I moan, "no Harry don't go". But of course he stands up, waits for me and follow me back to the common room...

Hey, this is my first of "these" stories,

I don't know if it's rubbish or not, so review, it'll help alot, becuse if people don't review I'll have to delete the story or something.

Anyway, I know my spelling is kinda bad but I've tried. Hope you enjoyed and Review!