A/N: This story is of my own thoughts, and I hope that you can enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter, only its just the six books, not the actual franchise.

IT ISN'T OVER

Chapter One

The Past and Present

"Ron, you are really immature," Hermione countered.

"That's what you always say." Ron shot back.

"Well let me think about it for a minute. Were you not the one that said I was a prissy, bossy, know-it-all?"

"If the shoe fits," Ron replied smugly.

"Will you two give it a rest for like five minutes," Harry interjected.

They had been sitting in the living room of the Weasley home, enjoying a well deserved rest. They hadkilled Voldemort and scattered his minions the week before. With the Dark Lord gone, it was now time to get a little rest.

Just then, the youngest Weasley walked in, a wide grin on her face, giggling. "Hi."

"What's so funny?" asked Ron.

"I was outside with mom, and she was trying to get some gnomes out of the garden. She managed to get one and throw it over the fence, but as she was picking up the next one, another one came running up behind her and kicked her in the back of the leg. If you remember the amazing bouncing ferret performance by dear old Malfoy, well, you get the picture."

"Man, that must have been a sight!" Hermione exclaimed through fits of giggling."I would have loved to see that." A red-faced Ron stated, out of breathe from laughing.

Harry was the first to stop laughing. He quietly returned to gazing into the fire. He was still feeling overwhelmed by all that had happened since Dumbledore's death. Added to that, finding all the horcruxes just in time was no easy feat. He was drained.

He absent-mindedly looked at Ginny, who had laid herself on her back and was staring up at the ceiling, a wide smile still on her face. It was then he realized that she was even more beautiful then she had been one year ago, the urge to hold her in his arms returning. Flaming red hair, bright beautiful eyes, all on a petite frame. No wonder all the guys at school liked her.

"Harry, you okay mate?" Ron inquired, bringing Harry back to reality.

"What? Huh, yeah I'm fine," Harry's words stumbled out, as he wondered how long he had been staring.

The sky was streaked with bright pink, orange, and red by the setting sun. Harry had wandered out of the house shortly after dinner, distracted by his thoughts. Now he sat by a creek bordering a field, admiring the sunset, and trying not to think. This was what he wanted to do more then anything else, relax, but found that he couldn't help noticing something was missing.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked softly as she emerged from behind him.

"Where did you come from?" he asked, somewhat startled.

"Well I saw you walk off and wondered if you would like some company."

"Oh! I mean sure, if you want."

"It's Ginny, isn't it?" she inquired as she sat down; wrapping her arms around her bent legs.

He looked at her, taken aback at the sudden question. She was all he'd been able to think about since that afternoon, but he hadn't realized it was so obvious. But, of course, Hermione was his best friend, and she'd been surprised when he'd broken off his relationship with Ginny the previous year. She thought he'd been a little quick with his decision, yet understood it completely.

"Yeah, I can't stop thinking about what might have happened if I hadn't of broken it off last year," he answered, looking up at the multi-colored clouds.

"Listen, I'm sure if you were to talk to her, she would understand," she stated quietly.

"Mione, do you understand? I made her cry. It tore me apart to see her cry like that. I don't think I would be able to stand myself if I caused her any more pain. I think that it would kill me, what with Hagrid, Dumbledore, and Sir…" he stopped suddenly at the thought of his godfather falling through that veil. And Hagrid's death was still fresh in Harry's mind. He had fallen in battle only the week before, after three giants serving Voldemort attacked him.

It was a gruesome fight, which left one giant with a smashed-in head, and another with a missing arm and crushed leg. But it was the third that eventually prevailed, Entering the battle only after Hagrid had sustained a broken elbow and an eye so swollen that he couldn't see out of it. Despite all his injuries, Hagrid fought with all his might, falling only after his head had been smashed through a stone wall at Hogwarts.

"Come here," she said, with a tear trickling down her cheek at the site of Harry crying. She too had been there when Hagrid died.

"Its okay, she will understand what you did was probably the last thing you wanted to. She will forgive and forget, don't worry," Hermione whispered as he sat in her arms, crying into her shoulder.

It was a few minutes before he could reply. "Don't you think I wish I could talk to her? But every time I try, I just look at her and draw a blank. All that I've said to her in a whole week consists mainly of 'Hi', 'Morning', and 'Bye'. I don't know that I deserve her after what I did," he stated, pushing her away softly. He turned his back on her, trying to hide, shame and guilt contorting his face.

"Harry, listen to yourself. You are obviously crazy for the girl. How do you think it's been for her over the last year, knowing that you could be killed at any moment?" she replied, grabbing his shoulder and turning him back towards her. "You just need to talk to her, that's all."

"Maybe you're right," was all he managed as he slipped back into his thoughts. After a moment, Hermione got up and started walking back to the house.

As he sat there, lost in his own little world, he wondered how he was going to bring himself to talk to Ginny. The very thought was frightening, but after his little heart to heart with Hermione, and considering Ginny would probably hear all about it, he decided he had to do it. Soon. So he got up and started walking back. A couple of minutes later he found himself asking, "Ginny, umm, would you fancy a walk?"

A/N: Hit the button,I know you wanna.