A/N: Wow, I didn't expect that huge a response. You guys are the best! I'm trying my hardest to not get grounded anymore, and summer is coming up soon, so I'm hoping to be able to update a lot. Thank you again for all the lovely reviews, I'm sorry I haven't been replying. I did it once, and it took forever, and right now I still have to sneak online late at night.

Ignore anything that doesn't sound right. I'm trying to write a story set in England, when I know next to nothing about it. In one of my reviews, someone mentioned that what I wrote "Sounds like New England weather." Well, I live way out in the countryside of Maine, which, for all of you who don't know, is in New England. I live in Industry, population 600. There is no school, post office, or any kind of store, except for a small variety store on the lake called "The Ugly Moose." Every year there is a neon orange sign advertising Budweiser beer, and saying "Welcome Hunters." I go to school in Farmington, along with people from several other small towns that don't have schools. In fact, people from nine different towns attend my high school. So please don't blame me too much for any "Americanisms," I can't help it. –

Ginny woke up a little after nine the next morning. She looked at Harry as he slept beside her. Almost all evidence of Harry's vision was gone. Only the trembling and a few faint bruises remained. She wondered why the pain made him shake. Maybe something to do with his nerves. Ginny got up and headed downstairs. She grabbed herself an apple and some juice, then headed back to Harry's room. Her temper flared as she caught sight of the numerous locks on Harry's door, remembering the conversation last night.

Ginny ate her breakfast silently, and then made sure Harry was comfortable. She placed a cool cloth on his forehead, noticing his scar was still blood red, contrasting dramatically with his pale skin. As she picked up the empty vials, she noticed a large bloodstain on her clothes. Harry's blood. Her eyes began to water and she reluctantly left Harry's side to shower and change her clothes.

When she returned to the room, Draco was awake. He seemed to be doing his homework. Ginny gathered up the bloody sheets she had removed from Harry's bed last night. She filled the bathroom sink with cold water and let her clothing and the sheets soak.

"Morning Draco" She said, returning to the room. She grabbed her potion book out of her trunk, deciding it was about time she started the giant essay that Snape had assigned. She sat on the floor by Harry, leaning against his bed.

The morning passed slowly and silently. Just before noon, Harry moved as if to sit up, but moaned almost silently and lay still. Ginny got a potion and sat on the bed beside him.

"Time to wake up now" She teased. Harry opened his eyes, looking up at her. She helped him sit up and drink the potion. He leaned against her as the potion took affect. Ginny frowned slightly. It had taken much longer for his trembling to cease. She didn't worry herself too much, remembering he had been under the curse a lot longer this time.

"Thanks." He said. "Could you get me a glass of water please?" He asked.

"I'll get you some breakfast." Ginny said.

"It's noon." Draco cut in "Then I'll get you some lunch."

"I'm not hungry." Harry told her.

"Too bad what do you want?"

"Whatever's easiest" Harry said, knowing it was pointless to argue with her. Harry was reminded of Mrs. Weasley, always forcing food onto him. Ginny disappeared for a few minutes, and then returned with a bowl of cut up fruit and a glass of water. As Harry finished his food, a tiny brown blur flew through the window.

"What is that?" Draco asked.

"Pig" Harry said.

"Ron's owl" Ginny added at his confused look whilst trying to capture the ecstatic owl.

"Only Weasley would name that thing Pig." Draco laughed.

"Actually I named him. His proper name is Pigwidgeon but Ron insists on calling him Pig." Ginny said, finally having gotten Ron's letter. As soon as Pig left, a large tawny owl flew in. It had two letters, one for Harry and one for Ginny. Ginny read Ron's letter out loud.

Dear Harry and Ginny,

Are you two okay? I heard there was an attack on Harry's house,
but I don't know anything else. You weren't hurt, were you? I'm going
to have to hurt you Harry if anything happened to my sister. I also
heard that Malfoy is living with you. Is that true? How can you stand
him? Remus, Tonks, and Moody will be at your house when the Muggles
come back, to explain about you, Ginny I still can't believe they sent you instead of me. Hermione and I are now completely healed, and Hermione is coming over in a couple weeks. Dumbledore is considering letting you stay at either the Burrow or Headquarters for the last week of vacation. I can't wait. Write back ASAP, okay?

Ron

"What does he mean they are completely healed?" Draco asked, having heard Ginny reading the letter.

"The attack at the ministry, in June: Hermione and Ron were hurt." Ginny said carefully, not wanting to upset Harry too much. She saw the pained look in his eyes at the memory of that night.

"What exactly happened? All anyone knows is that You-Know-Who was at the ministry." He asked. "Great" Ginny thought. She looked to Harry, to know what to do. He saw the concern in her eyes.

"It's okay." Harry reassured her. She wrapped her arms around him, sitting slightly behind him and resting her chin on his shoulder. He turned to Draco.

"Deatheater's attacked us. They were after a prophecy about Voldemort and me. Most of us were hurt in the fight. Then Voldemort appeared. He tried to kill me again, but Dumbledore had come and blocked it. Dumbledore and Voldemort dueled. Some spell was broken, and the ministry workers returned. They caught sight of Voldemort, and he left." Ginny could tell he was skipping over parts, but didn't bring attention to it.

"Your Father was there. I guess he doesn't speak about his activities around you, does he? I never did see what they reported in the news." Harry said.

"They basically just said that Voldemort was back, but there were no casualties at his first reappearance." Ginny said. "They lie too much. Here, why don't you open the second letter?" Ginny opened hers to find it was from Hermione.

Dear Ginny,

I heard that you and Harry were attacked at the Dursley's the
other day. Are you all right? I hope no one was hurt. You and Harry
are okay, right? Ron also told me Malfoy is staying with you. Are you
sure you trust him? What if he told the death eaters where you are?
What if he is a death eater? I really hope you're okay. On a happier note, Ron asked me out! I'm so happy. So anything going on between you and Harry? I know you still like him; don't try to lie to me. I'm going over to the Burrow in a couple weeks, and Professor Dumbledore is considering letting Harry come for the last week of summer. I can't wait.

Hermione

Harry's letter was almost the same, but without the part about Ginny liking him. Ginny finished hers before Harry did, and noticed he held the letter close to his face and was squinting slightly.

"Are your glasses the right prescription Harry? You look like you're having trouble reading." Ginny said. Harry put down his letter, having finished it.

"I don't know. It could be the Cruciatus curse affecting my eyesight." Harry said.

"When was the last time you had a check up? Mum could always take you to our eye doctor." Ginny offered.

"I think the last time I went to any doctor was when I was ten. I think I'll just go to a regular Muggle optometrist."

"You should go this summer. Why don't you make an appointment? You could even get some contacts for when you play Quidditch."

"I don't know how much it will cost. I'm not even sure how much muggle money I have."

"It's not good for you to use the wrong prescription." Ginny said. Harry could sense an argument coming on.

"Fine, I'll make an appointment. Happy?" He said.

"Very." Ginny laughed. "I'm going to write back to Hermione, do you want to?"

"Sure. We can write one letter to Ron."

"Yeah, two letters might confuse him." Ginny joked. She walked over to Harry's desk and pulled out parchment, ink and quills, then grabbed two textbooks to use as a writing surface. She ran back to the bed and jumped onto it, spilling the supplies everywhere. She began her letter to Hermione first.

Dear Hermione,

Yes, we are fine. You asked about twenty times in your letter. I was stunned and was woken right after the fight. Bill was taken to Hogwarts, but is perfectly fine now. Draco and Harry were unconscious for a day, because of the Dementor's, and Harry pushed himself too hard. About Draco, yes he is staying with us, yes I trust him, no, he did not tell Voldemort where Harry is, and no, he is not a deatheater. The reason he is here is because he refused to become a deatheater, and was tortured by Voldemort and his own father, but he accidentally apparated himself to Privet Drive. He's our friend now and we trust him. Wormtail was the one who told Voldemort Harry's address. Only three death eaters were at the attack, and about twenty dementors. I really hope Dumbledore lets Harry come to the Burrow. All I have to say about you and Ron is finally! And I have no idea what you think might be going on between Harry and I. Oh, and with the muggles gone, you can call us here. Maybe even once they come back, if you don't mention Hogwarts. Say you're my sister, or you're checking up on me or something. Moody really scared those muggles from what I'm told. Can't wait to see you again.

Ginny

Ron's letter turned out much the same, but in three different handwritings, as Draco felt the need to add in his thoughts on the subject. Just as they were finishing, Hedwig flew over.

"Hey girl." Harry said; stroking her feathers as Ginny tied on the letters. "One is for Ron and two are for Hermione." She hooted in understanding before flying off. There was silence for a moment.

"Hey, what happened to Sara?" Harry asked.

"That snake? I don't know. She probably went back outside after the attack." Ginny said. There was silence again.

"You learned the patronus charm fast." Harry observed. Draco looked a little sheepish.

"It wasn't the first time. Father taught it to me this summer, only he called it by a different name." He explained.

"Harry, what are you going to do when we get back to Hogwarts? It won't be easy to return to class's right after a nightmare." Ginny, who had been thinking, asked.

"I'm not sure." Harry said after a moment. "I guess I didn't really think about that. Perhaps Remus or somebody else could find a cure."

"Maybe you should let the order know. Snape, much as I hate to admit it, is probably the best Potions Master in all of Europe. He might know of something that could help you."

"Maybe, If they get worse or we've come up with nothing by the middle of August, I'll consider it. I suppose Snape did save my life once, even if it was because of a debt to my father." There was silence again, but it was broken by a high-pitched beeping, causing Ginny and Harry to jump about a foot in the air. They quickly found the source: a very embarrassed and shocked Draco holding Dudley's broken alarm clock.

"Press the button on the top." Harry growled, burying his head in his pillows. It stopped, and Harry resurfaced.

"Any headache potions left?" He asked. Ginny got up and brought it to Harry. She also brought over a clean t-shirt from his wardrobe.

"Here, that shirt has blood on it." Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, but stripped off the bloody shirt, replacing it with the clean one.

"Is that from the Basilisk?" She asked, pointing out a large, circular scar.

"Yes."

"What Basilisk?" Draco asked.

"The Basilisk in The Chamber of Secrets. It bit me."

"You, survived a basilisk bite?" He asked in disbelief.

"Fawkes healed it. Fawkes is a phoenix, Dumbledore's pet."

"The truth is even more unbelievable than the truth." Draco muttered.

"If you want, you can see it. I know you were unconscious for most of it Ginny. I just need my pensive." Ginny quickly got it for him, and the three jumped in.

"Voldemort is a half-blood?" Draco asked upon returning, stunned.

"Yes."

"I wonder how many deatheater's would still serve him if they knew that." Draco pondered out loud. Harry continued adding thoughts to his pensive. Screams echo for a moment before Harry quickly stirred them away. Ginny left to make supper, and they all went to bed early, having been woken so many times the night before.

The next day passed in the same fashion, but this time Ginny had to fight with Harry about staying in bed. Ginny wanted to inform Remus, but Harry told her to leave him alone as it was the full moon that night.

"On the second morning, Harry and Ginny awoke hopelessly tangled in the blankets. As they struggled, Harry began sliding off the bed. Ginny finally untangled her self, and Harry dropped to the floor. Her hand flew to her mouth as she exclaimed 'oops.'

"I am so sorry Harry!" she said, extending her hand to help him up. Instead, Harry pulled her down on top of him and kissed her cheek. She glared at him, and a small wrestling match ensued.

"I want to go to the beach! Is there a lake or something around here?"

"I think there's a lake." Harry answered. "What if his highness over there doesn't want to go? He doesn't even know what half the stuff in this house does, we can't leave him."

"Screw Draco, he'll be fine." Harry stared, Ginny almost never swore. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Fine go wake sleeping beauty over there." Harry told her. She jumped from her bed to Draco's bed and began jumping up and down on it.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" She chanted. Draco threw a pillow at her. Harry and Ginny threw pillows at him. Then they all started throwing pillows. Fifteen minutes later they lay panting, sprawled on the beds and floor.

"We're going to the beach." He told Draco before leaving to take a shower. Once they were all showered and ready, they headed into town. After a few minutes they found a subway station that was quite close to the lake. The lake was on the outskirts of the town, getting more into the countryside. It was packed with people. Harry hesitated just a little as they walked onto the beach, looking for an empty spot.

"Is something wrong?" Ginny asked, slipping her hand into his.

"Just a lot of people" He answered.

"At least they're muggles. They don't know anything about you." She reassured him. Soon they found a place, and Ginny spread out a large beach blanket. It was actually an old king sized sheet that was off-white with black Celtic knots and designs all over it. She took off the sundress she had over her bathing suit to reveal a black halter-top bikini. Harry just stared thinking 'wow.' Ginny caught his eye and he turned away, blushing. She twisted her long hair into a messy bun and proceeded to rub on sunscreen.

"Would you get my back for me?" she asked sweetly. Inside she was cracking up at his reaction; it was even better than when they had been at the pool in town. Harry obliged, and Ginny could sense his slight nervousness. She lay face down on the blanket looking at Harry.

"Why don't you take you're shirt off?" she said. His hand went to his shoulder, but he took the shirt off. It was Ginny's turn to think wow. He lay next to her, toying with a loose strand of hair. After a while he sighed and got up.

"Girls are boring." He stated. Draco had already headed for the water by this point.

"I'm tanning, what do you expect me to do?" she laughed, turning over. Harry headed for the lake then remembered his wand. He didn't want to stray too far from it, concealed within a tote bag full of towels. But on the other hand, he had no pockets and didn't want to loose it. In the end he decided he couldn't be in too much danger here, and left it.

He found Draco playing a game with some other boys their age. It was a bit like American football, but they only had volleyball to play with and it was going on in the middle of the swimming space. They quickly convinced Harry to join in, and they had a great time.

Ginny finally joined them, and Harry had fun dunking her under water. A few other girls joined them, and a game of chicken broke out, the girls sitting on the boy's shoulders and trying to knock each other over. Ginny and Harry beat most the others before Draco decided to sneak up behind and push them over. They were tumbling around under water trying to untangle them selves when Ginny's top came untied. She squealed and pressed herself up against Harry until Draco retrieved it. Harry laughed and she glared at him as he helped her retie the bikini top. At least he had the common sense not to mention the incident for the rest of the day.

They were completely exhausted by the time they decided to head home. The subway was packed, and Ginny ended up sitting on Harry, not wanting to stand. She nearly drove him crazy squirming around in his lap. She knew it too, and squirmed even more. About halfway through the trip he couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her hips to keep her still. She laughed and twisted around to kiss him. She leaned back against him, his head resting on her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she placed her hands on top of his.

"Get a good show today?" She teased. Harry blushed, and she laughed again.

Finally they were back at Privet Drive. Ginny showered again while Harry cooked supper. They went to bed right after, having exhausted themselves at the beach. Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry, pressing herself against him again. Harry ran his fingers through her hair as they kissed. He felt her tongue run across his lower lip, entreating entrance, and he obeyed. He was mesmerized by her taste, her smell, and the movement of her tongue in his mouth. One of his hands traveled to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. He felt her hands run through his hair and down his back. Finally they broke the kiss for lack of oxygen. They leaned their heads together and soon fell asleep.

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