Later that night as Ginny climbed into bed she thought of the events that had happened earlier that day. She still couldn't forget the wonderful feeling of being in Harry's arms. But she knew that he had only put them around her because he wasn't fully aware of his actions. As her head hit the pillow she could only think of the picnic. Down the hallway in Harry and Ron's room Ron was trying to ask Harry about the picnic but Harry just ignored him. Ron left the room and Harry vaguely heard him say,
"I hate it when she's right."
He assumed that the "she" he was mumbling about was no doubt Hermione. He climbed into bed and just laid there and thought about the picnic. For some odd reason he couldn't get Ginny off of his mind. He kept thinking about how he had woken up to find her in his arms and how it had felt right. 'I think I may like Ginny Weasley. Oh boy…this summer should be interesting,' he thought before falling asleep.
Around midnight Harry awoke with a jolt and realized that he had been having another nightmare. He sighed and realized that it would be near impossible for him to go back to sleep now. He got up and quietly opened the door so he wouldn't wake Ron. As he quietly walked down the hallway he heard a faint noise coming from Ginny's and Hermione's room. He opened the door slowly and hoped that it wouldn't creak. When he walked into the room he saw Ginny in her bed thrashing and heard her muttering,
"No Tom…No please…"
He realized then that she was having a nightmare. 'I wonder if this is a regular thing for her,' he wondered. He walked over to her bed and tried to wake her.
"Ginny…Ginny wake up," he said softly.
"Tom…no not Harry. Please just let him be…don't kill him," she said.
"Ginny," he said.
"Don't! NO! I won't move out of your way. I love him too much to let
you kill him," she said.
"Ginny," he said a little more loudly and shook her.
Ginny's eyes flew open and she immediately saw Harry staring back at her with worried eyes.
"You're alive…" she said softly.
"It was only a dream Ginny. I'm here," he said.
Ginny felt the tears pricking her eyes and she tried not to let them spill over her eyelids. But she failed horribly and began crying softly. Harry took her into her arms and whispered in her ear,
"Come on…let's go downstairs."
He picked Ginny up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. As he walked out the door he felt Ginny's figure still trembling from her nightmare. 'I wonder how much of my dream he heard,' Ginny wondered all the while still crying. Harry quietly walked down the stairs and laid Ginny on the couch. He sat down beside the couch and looked at her for a moment before asking her any questions.
"Ginny can I ask you something," he asked.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"Do you have these nightmares often," he asked.
She just nodded her head before saying,
"And they all end the same way."
Harry heard the tremble in her voice and knew she was going to begin crying again. He saw a lone tear fall down her face and he gently wiped it away.
"Ginny do they all end with me being killed," he asked slowly.
"Yes, and I know it's not true but they all feel so real. I don't know
what to do," she said before beginning to cry again.
Harry pulled her up and sat down on the couch beside her and then took her in his arms. She cried a little longer until she finally calmed down. She looked up and saw that he was looking out the window at the full moon.
"Harry," she said.
"Yes," he replied.
"May I ask why you are up," she said.
"Another nightmare," he replied.
"Oh…I understand," she said softly.
She tentatively rested her head on his chest, but relaxed when she felt him begin to rub her back in a reassuring way.
"Can you tell me what they are about," she said.
Harry looked at her apprehensively and thought about whether to tell her or not. He decided that she would probably the only person who would understand his dreams.
"They always have Voldemort in them. And he's always torturing people. But tonight's nightmare was one that I hadn't had for months," he said.
"Really, what was it about," she asked.
"You," he said softly.
"Me why me," she asked.
"It was about the chamber Ginny," he replied.
"Go…go on," she said.
"Are you sure," she asked.
"Yes I'm sure," she said.
"It started out that he takes you to the Chamber again and everything happens the same way it did before except for one minor detail," he said.
"What," she asked although unsure of the reply she would get in return.
"I don't make it in time to save you," he said quietly.
Ginny understood why he hated to go to sleep at night. She often dreamt of Voldemort killing him. She looked up at him and saw that he was staring at her with great concern in his eyes.
"What is it," she asked.
"Err…you haven't said anything," he said.
"I haven't because I know how you feel but I'm not sure how to help
you," she replied.
"I have an idea," he said.
"What is that," she asked.
"How about we…we just," he began to say, but never finished.
Ginny looked up and saw that Harry and fallen asleep and decided to let him sleep. She crept up a little closer against him and let out a sigh of contentment.
"Sweet dreams Harry," she whispered.
For the first time in month both of them slept a dreamless sleep.
