A/N: Well the plot will finally begin to get rolling in this chapter. Thanks to those who reviewed, favored, or added this to their alert. Next update should be sometime next weekend. Enjoy :)

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Chapter 7:

Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly this year for me. Most of the students wanted their 7th year to last forever, but I couldn't wait to get away from all these people. In fact, I never cared to see most people ever again. Potter and I had gotten along fine for the rest of the week, mostly because I kept in my room and avoided contact with him. Wednesday night while I was lying in my bed, I overheard Potter and the youngest Weasley arguing in his room.

"Ginny you don't get it! I don't want to hang out with your younger friends all the time. Did it ever occur to you I may want five seconds to myself?"

"You never used to be like this, Harry. I don't know what's gotten into you since the summer." I could tell she was legitimately upset.

"That's exactly it! I can't move past this war. It has changed me, and if you can't accept that than maybe we've got a problem."

"No, Harry, the only problem we have is you being selfish and not talking to me! I just want to help. I've always only wanted to help you. Last year I got the DA together for the battle to help YOU!"

"And I appreciate that Ginny, but so many people died because of me. You will never be able to understand that. I need time."

"Well I guess now you'll have all the time you want, Harry. I can't keep doing this if you're not in it too. I love you, but I don't deserve this. Let me know when you're ready to be in a real relationship," I heard his door slam shut and then the common room door soon after. I felt a bit bad for him, I could never understand being the chosen one…but regret and blame are both emotions I was familiar with. Draco and I were still not over the war, either.

For some reason unbeknownst to me I reached under my bed and grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey I had hidden and went to the common room so that I could knock on his door. I guess I just felt like the boy could use some company. I didn't bother putting clothes on over my panties and tank top and forgot completely my plan to knock on his door. When I opened the door he was in the middle of removing his pants (he was already shirtless) and he hastily pulled them back on when he saw me.

"Don't freak out so much, Potter. Believe it or not, I have seen men in their boxers before." He blushed a bit, but kept his pants on. "I overheard your argument and thought you could use a little company," I waved the bottle in the air as I shut his door with my free hand.

He grabbed the bottle from my hand and took a swig. "Thanks, Raven. Can I call you Raven?"

"I suppose you can…but only behind closed doors," I took the bottle from him and took my own swig. "So…do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," he shook his head, "Not yet at least." I could tell he was incredibly depressed. It was obvious that he cared greatly for Ginny. Knowing he didn't want to talk about, I simply walked over to him, pushed him down on the bed so that we were sitting next to each other and wrapped my arms around him. After a moment I felt him hug me back, so I began stroking his back gently. We remained like that for what felt like a century before he shifted from my arms. "What happened to you being a cold-hearted Slytherin bitch? Pardon the language."

"You're not the only person the war has changed, Potter. I saw torture of innocent people. I saw Voldemort tear apart families, my own included. I'm not over it yet, either. I have my front, sure…but deep down, I'm pretty broken, and I'm still human. I knew you could use someone right now, and given the circumstances, I'm all you've got at this particular moment."

"Harry."

"Huh?"

"You can call me Harry," he smiled a weak smile at me. "And thanks; I guess it is kind of nice to have someone around, even if it is a dirty Slytherin." I shook my head at his joke.

I stood up in front of him and positioned myself so that I was straddling his legs and leaned down to hug him. "Well, Harry," I whispered in his ear, "Don't forget about our late night patrolling session tomorrow." I kissed his cheek then grabbed my bottle of firewhiskey before exiting his room through our bathroom. "Goodnight," I called over my shoulder and shut the door to my bedroom before he could answer. As I got into my bed I couldn't help but think that maybe living with Potter wouldn't be so bad after all. It seemed like even though he was supposedly the savior, he was just as human as the rest of us. I guess no matter which side you were on; people are still people in the end and we all had to give up something.