A/N: Hey everyone, I just want to thank my reviewers and all of my readers so much. Here is the next chapter, I hope you like it. Oh, I just want to say that the beginning is worded a little awkwardly, so please try to read until the end, I promise it gets better!

"Sirius… Sirius!" Harry woke up screaming. The sheets were twisted around him in a tight cocoon and sweat was dripping down his face. It had been the same dream as every night, of the Department of Mysteries, of Sirius dieing.

"It's okay, Harry, it was just a dream." Came Ginny's soothing voice, but was interrupted by a high pitch squeal that came from Hermione.

"Harry you're awake! Ron, get up!" Were the next words, practically screamed, out of Hermione's mouth, as she leaped out of bed and rushed to Harry's side.

Harry closed his eyes again, wishing Hermione would go away. He knew that she would want to know every detail about how he was feeling and about what exactly happened at his uncle's house.

"Hey, mate." Came Ron's voice from beside Hermione.

Harry opened his eyes, grateful at the sound of Ron's nonchalant voice. However, the second he opened his eyes, Hermione began to bombard him with questions. "Harry what happened at your house, why did you have so many cuts on your wrist, you did that to yourself, I know you did, what about the broken bones, are you okay?"

"Let the boy breath, Hermione." Ginny piped up defensively.

Harry gave Ginny's hand a squeeze in gratitude and remained quiet. He was obviously not okay and he knew Hermione knew that. Also, he did not even dare to talk because the second he answered even one of Hermione's questions he knew about ten more would follow, along with hours of lecturing. So, Harry stayed quiet and closed his eyes again, hoping his friends would get the point and leave him alone. Unfortunately Hermione was persistent, as was Ron in his own quiet way, so Harry stayed silent and refused to speak. And as his own little rule Harry stayed silent, he refused to speak to anyone about what happened and would only talk when the subject was anything but serious, and that is how it stayed for the next few days.

However, with every rule comes an exception and this exception happened to be Ginny. Ever since the first night Harry woke up in the burrow, Ginny had been there, and instead of badgering him or lecturing him, she talked to him like a normal person. Like he was completely normal, even if he did try to kill himself he was still Harry.

So, as the nights passed, Harry would sneak up to Ginny's room just to talk. To have a normal conversation and to be with a person who understood. They began to confide in each other more and more and before long they had become each other's confidant.

One night, Ginny found out what happened at Harry's uncle's house without even asking and Harry had found out more than he ever imagined about Ginny, things that no one even knew about…

"Harry, I feel like I can trust you, I mean I know you won't tell anyone, right?"

"Of course, Gin, everything you tell me I'll take to the grave." Harry replied while taking Ginny's hand in his.

"No one knows…"

"You can tell me anything Gin." Harry said soothingly.

"Well, it all started last year. I just felt so ugly and so boyish, I wanted to feel pretty, to know that I was a girl and that boys found me attractive. I grew up with six older brothers, I act like them, I'm not like all of the other girls. They like makeup and clothes; I like quidditch and a good prank. I thought no boy would ever like me. I just wanted to feel beautiful; for someone to think that I was beautiful.

So…so, I started dating Seamus and everything was okay at first, but he kept pushing me to go farther and farther with him, you know… sexually. Well, I just laughed it off at first and said no, but he kept asking and finally I just said yes. I just wanted to make him happy, and to feel loved. I wanted to know that someone thought I was beautiful, and knew that I was a girl, a real girl.

Oh, Merlin, Harry, we had sex. The whole time my stomach was in knots and I felt sick, but I couldn't tell him to stop. I wanted him to love me and I feel so horrible now. I'm so disgusting, I hate myself for being so weak, and I'm a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake! Look at me, I lost my virginity to a creep who just wanted sex.

When I told him I didn't want to have sex for a while, he stopped talking to me and was cold. I felt horrible, I mean, I let him touch me, I let him see and touch things no one has ever seen before, and now he hated me. I dumped him the next week, but I'll never be able to forgive myself. I hate myself." Ginny finished quietly, tears were running down her face and she was purposefully looking into her lap.

Harry took his hand away from Ginny's and wrapped his arms around her body and a tight hug. "Ginny you are the most beautiful, kind, wonderful girl I will ever meet. I love how you like quidditch and pranks; you're not like the rest of those snobbish girls. If guys don't like that about you, they aren't worth it. I wish you wouldn't feel like this Gin and I know I can't do anything to undo the past, but you need to realize how amazing you truly are. We have all made mistakes in the past." Harry said and gestured to his scarred wrists.

Ginny looked up at Harry, tears still staining her face. Harry brought one of his hands to wipe them away slowly and soon Ginny's face was dry. They stood there looking into each other's eyes for a moment and started to lean closer until their lips met. The kiss lasted a few seconds and both teenagers felt as if the other was taking some of their pain away. When they pulled apart, Ginny rested her head on Harry's chest and Harry held her tightly there, and that is how they stayed for the rest of the night.

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