You belong with me- Taylor swift

You're on the phone with your girlfriend,
she's upset,
she's going off about something that you said,
she doesn't get your humor like I do.
I'm in the room it's a typical Tuesday night,
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like,
and she'll never know your story like I do.

But she wears short skirts,
I wear t-shirts,
she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers,
dreaming 'bout the day
when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you,
been here all along so why can't you see,
You belong with me
You belong with me.

Standing by,
waiting at your back door,
all this time how could you not know baby,
you belong with me.
You belong with me.
You belong with me.

"Good luck." Ginny smiled at the black haired boy, as he approached the barrier. She watched as he, and Ron went through; she and her Mother followed a second later.

Harry Potter?! She had met the Harry Potter? Ginny fell back on the bed, and smiled.

"Oh…that poor dear…"

Ginny looked up from her bacon, and stared at her Mother. "What is it Mum?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed, and sat down the letter she was holding. "Ron reckons Harry won't be getting anything for Christmas.

Ginny gasped. "How horrible!" Ginny knew Harry's parents were dead, but she knew he had relatives; why weren't they sending him something?

Mrs. Weasley smiled, and flicked her wand towards the sitting room. "Looks like I'll be needing one more jumper this year."

"Wait Mum!" Ginny yelled, and she ran towards the basket of yarn her mother had. She dug through until she found the ball she was looking for. She held out the Emerald colored string, and showed it to her mother. "Use this color instead."

"I think that color will look lovely on him."

Ginny swore as she discarded the wrong jumper yet again.

"Maybe Mum did the laundry." she mused out loud.

She went downstairs hoping that somebody, anybody for that matter, knew where her beloved blue Jumper was.

"Mummy, have you seen my jumper?" And that was the last coherent thought that went though Ginny's mind. He was sitting at her table. The boy, who had plagued her dreams, had been the subject of more than one of her fantasies, her crush, was sitting at her kitchen table eating sausages. Ginny did the only thing feasible at that exact moment; she ran from the room.

Ginny opened her eyes. Harry had saved her, and from the way his robes were torn, it looked as if he hadn't come out unscathed either. She closed her eyes when he told her it would all be alight. She knew it was true.

Black was after Harry? Why would anyone want to hurt Harry? Her savior. Ginny felt a hatred fester in her, from the likes of which she had never felt before.

Ginny was huddled in her corner of the compartment looking nearly as bad as Harry looked. She gave a small sob and Hermione came over and put her arm around her.

She barely heard Harry ask. "But didn't any of you - fall off your seats?"

"No," Ron said, looking at Harry. "Ginny was shaking like mad, though.

Ginny hid her face in Hermione's arm. She knew exactly how Harry felt.

Ginny stood at the entrance hall waiting for Neville to come back from the bathroom. She watched the way he watched her. She wasn't even his date for crying out loud! She stood there sulking until Neville came back, and took her arm to go inside the Great Hall. Later that night she decided it was time to move on, he obviously wasn't interested.

"Well, that was a bit stupid of you," Ginny said angrily, "Seeing as you don't know anyone but me who's been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels." She glared at Harry's back.

He turned around. "I forgot."

"Lucky you." Ginny spat. Merlin he could be so thick.

"I'm sorry about Sirius Harry-"

Harry flinched, but he didn't look up.

"-And I just wanted you to know, that I'm here for you."

Ginny placed her hand on his upper arm. He looked up, and she smiled warmly at him. "Always."

He nodded, and looked at the ground once more. "Thanks…"

"You looked a little worse for wear out there Potter."

Harry turned around, and smirked at her. "You think so Weasley?"

Ginny pulled off her scarlet robe, and placed it on the hook on the wall. She began taking her elbow pads off. "I know so. I flew circles around you!"

Harry pulled his school robes over his head. "That's only because you couldn't find the quaffle, and you were looking for something to do."

Ginny placed her hand on her hip, and glared at him. "How do you know what I was doing? You were supposed to be finding the snitch."

Harry's neck turned scarlet. "I'm the captain. It's my job to know where everyone is at."

Ginny pulled her black robes over her head, and shouldered her broom. "Is it now? Well then dear captain, how many goals did I score?"

"Fourteen" Harry answered without hesitation.

Ginny smiled. "How many did Ron block?"

"Errrr…"

Ginny threw her head back and laughed. "That's what I thought."

Harry looked at her stunned, as she walked out the changing room.

"I'm an idiot." Harry said, as he peppered kisses down Ginny's jaw.

"Uh-huh." Ginny silently murmured.

"I can't believe I didn't realize-"

"Harry." Ginny said crossly. "Stop talking."

Harry smiled, as Ginny captured his lips. "Yes ma'am."

Hopefully that made sense, with all the skipping around I did. :P