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I OWN NOTHING.

Then you would find me, each hour the same…

Ginny made her way through the thinning corridors, robes swishing at her feet. Her bag weighed down the entire left side of her body, and she hoisted it higher on her shoulder, wincing. She thought perhaps it was time a bit of the rubbish was cleared out.

Shuddering at the amount of broken quills, sweet wrappers, and torn parchment that awaited her later, she shouldered her way through a couple of seventh years, continuing down the corridor. She located the wide doors she needed, shooing away a couple of timid first years with her eyes.

Pushing the door wide, she walked into the quiet library. The smell of books, parchment, and freshly written ink met her as she made her way to her usual corner near a window. Outside, the sun was setting, the sky all hues of red, pink, and orange. With a weary sigh, she sat down and opened her bag.

Charms, she thought, I'll start with Charms.

Fishing for her book, Ginny pulled out a small stack of parchment that was tied neatly together with a ribbon. Opening the stack, she turned a few pages idly, reading quickly.

Cheering charms. Used to increase levels of happiness. A tricky wand movement, though the effects are pretty worth it—

"Can I join you?"

Looking up from her notes, Ginny felt as though she'd just been hit with a cheering charm, a large grin splitting her face in two. "Harry. I thought you were working on Potions."

He sat down beside her, setting his own bag on the floor. "I will. I am. I couldn't take the common room. It's too crowded, too noisy." He pulled out his Potions book and a roll of parchment, shooting her a sly sideways grin. "Besides, I wanted an excuse to study with you."

Feeling her face go pink, Ginny said, "We need to actually study, though. Or, I need to, at least."

"I know. I'll let you work."

Turning back to her notes, Ginny said, "You're already distracting me and I haven't even tried to concentrate yet. Imagine how heightened you'll be when I actually begin to focus."

Harry dipped his quill in ink and wrote a beginning sentence. "I'm not even here. Don't think about me."

"It's hard not to."

Their eyes met suddenly, and Ginny blushed further, grinning. She wasn't sorry about what she'd said, and the surprise lighting his eyes made her boldness worth it.

Harry broke the silence. "You've been studying a lot recently, and you're always in this same spot. Why? Don't you get tired of it?"

"No." Ginny looked out at the wide lake, rubbing her tired eyes. "I like the view. And," she turned to meet his eyes again, "You always know exactly where to find me."

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