Ginny's P.O.V.

Sleep was a lost cause for me tonight. After several failed attempts of tossing and turning, I had given up and come down to the kitchen for a cup of hot chocolate. Of course, the one I made was nowhere as good as mum's, but one a scale of one to ten I'm pretty sure I can score an eight.

I sat myself on the table rather than the chair. I did this for two reasons. One; I was too lazy to pull out a chair and two; sitting cross legged on tables was my thing. It kind of made me feel like a kid in a way. Of course I'll have to make sure the table is squeaky clean once I'm done or mum will have my head.

I lightly swirled the brown liquid in the mug to make it cool down a bit. Blowing on it was not an option for me ever since I read that article about it being an unhealthy thing to do. And I felt too drained out to use magic after the previous day's events.

If I was entirely honest with myself, I would admit that the reason I was being deprived of sleep was the fault of the one and only Harry Potter.

Oh yes, I still feel guilty about the way I had lashed out at him but, it was not the guilt that had kept me awake. It had been what Harry had said about facing problems. It was getting harder and harder for me to push him away as each day passed.

I have to admit his charm and adamant nature was getting to me, in a good way. There were times where I had simply wanted to drop my guard and tell him the truth. Until the dreaded fear would set in and I would suddenly activate my walls and shut him out. I hated to be the one to put the disappointing look on his face each time I closed up, but letting go was not a risk I was willing to take.

I raised the mug and took a huge gulp of hot chocolate. I had forgotten the liquid was still hot. My tongue scorched badly. I dropped the mug on the floor in a haste and the hot chocolate along with chipped pieces of glass lay on the floor.

I listened carefully to see if I had woken anyone up, no footsteps were to be heard. Coast clear. I jumped off the table and surveyed the chocolate mess on the floor. To clean it up without magic was a terrible idea at two in the morning.

Turning on the tap of the kitchen sink, I watched the flowing water a second before thrusting my hands in it. The water never reached the bottom of the sink. Instead it flowed towards me and up my wrists, disappearing under my skin without leaving a trace. The surge of energy was amazing. I felt more alive than I had felt in days.

Once I was sure I had sucked up enough, I closed the tap. My body buzzed with the newly absorbed power. I could sense everything around me. Now if only I had it a minute ago, I would have sensed the person standing in the kitchen door way.

I turned to look into the eyes of my stalker. There was look of triumph and shock in them.

There was no escape for me now. He was obviously going to get to the bottom of it now.

Harry had a "what you see is what you believe" attack on his side and as for me, I had the weakest defense ever.

He quietly motioned with his head for me to take a seat at the table. Now I could have put my head in the air and refused but then what if he told the rest of the family what he had witnessed? Damn Harry Potter.

Once I was seated, Harry casually flicked his wand and my chocolate mess disappeared. He sat himself right next to me. Well, at least I didn't have to look at his face. No sooner had I thought that, my chair whirled around and I was looking into a pair of piercing green eyes.

"No more hiding. No more lies. I want the truth. From the beginning."

So I told him.

I had been brainy enough to keep it a secret, what I could do. It was crazy, scary and amazing all at the same time. The way I could manipulate the water, force it to take shape.

But I suppose the real reason I hid it was, sometimes I lost control and I didn't want to be left out because people would be afraid of me.

Today was unlike any other day. I sat by the lake manipulating the water absent mindedly, thinking about Riddle. It was a careless thing to do really. Losing control of the water didn't take much. But I was too occupied in my thoughts about the diary to notice a handsome golden haired young boy walk up.

"How are you doing that?"

And that was all it took for my concentration to slip and the water to spark with electricity. I honestly had no idea how I did it, but undoing it was going to be a problem.

"Woah. Calm down. I come in peace." The boy said raising his hands in surrender.

The effort nearly made me faint but I managed to throw the water back into the great lake. I bent over and clutched my knees, my breath came out in short gasps.

I felt the pressure of an arm on my shoulder, steadying me.

"Are you okay?"

"Who are you?" I asked him instead.

He was familiar. A lot older to me. But familiar nonetheless.

He smiled reassuringly, and what a warm smile it was!

"Name's Cedric."

Oh. Diggory.

But I had more pressing matters to worry about than how handsome he looked.

"You won't tell anyone will you? What you saw?"

"It's our secret. But do you care to explain?"

I pulled in a deep breath. To confide in someone other than Riddle? Did I really have the courage to do that? He was willing to keep it a secret, so how could it possibly hurt?

So I told him. Everything. About the energy. The water. The times I lost control. How no one knows about what I'm capable of.

"Don't worry. I'll help you. You'll have it under control in no time."

And that was how it all started.

"Give me your best shot. Go on." Cedric laughed.

"No way Ced. Have a seat won't you? We've been at it for hours."

It was very late, but me and Ced managed to sneak out without anyone noticing.

"C'mon, ever since you moved to that school of yours, summer is the only time I see you."

"You missed Spring break and Christmas." I added. "And all those days I sneak into Hogwarts for you."

Cedric lay sprawled on the grass beside me, his hands tucked behind his head. His handsome features looked slightly eerie in the moonlight.

"Would it kill you to come back?"

Cedric's face displayed seriousness as much as his tone did. He asked me this all the time. But this time was different. Something was off about his voice.

"Hogwarts doesn't give me the best moments of my life anymore Ced. I ruined it. I don't think coming back is an option I'll choose."

Cedric ripped out a fist full of grass. My senses were alert at the moment and I felt the rip. I had learned to shield the pain when things like that happened, but that had been so sudden, I winced.

Realising what he had done, Cedric glanced over at me, "Sorry," he said apologetically.

"Don't worry about it."

Sighing, Cedric pulled himself up, and held his hand out to me. Taking it, I helped myself up as well. Neither of us said a word. It freaked me out to see Cedric so frustrated. Usually, it was me who had to deal with stress, not him. And I had a lot of it for a twelve year old. I looked a lot more than twelve though, that helped in public.

Cedric's fingers grasped mine so tightly, I thought my veins were going to pop.

"Ced, loosen up a bit will you?"

Who knew "loosen up" meant Cedrics lips crashing on mine? But who cares about that? Cedric was kissing me and I was kissing him back. My system went haywire. Cedric put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss, I moaned and immediately blushed. I could feel so much and so little at the same time. Everything was spinning, I didn't know which was which. Our heartbeats sounded like one instead of two.

Suddenly as if someone had wrenched his body away, Cedric flew out of my arms, landing fifteen feet away. I stared in horror at his unmoving body. Shit, I had not seen that coming. I ran towards Cedric, looking around us at the same time. The area was deserted. No one seemed to be there.

I knelt by him, and put my fingers under his nose. He was breathing, thank God. I grasped his wrist and attempted to pull him up. But it only made things worse. Cedric shook violently when I touched him. His wrist had tiny red finger marks on them. Realisation hit me.

I had lost control. I had thrown Cedric fifteen feet away. Merlin's beard.

I broke my energy line and immediately I felt like a normal human being in the dark, not knowing what was lurking in the shadows.

"Ced," I sobbed, "Please wake up. I'm sorry."

I didn't even know any revival spells. And to leave him here and run back to the cottage to get help would take too long.

I shook him harder. "C'mon Ced. Wake up."

Cedric let out the worst fit of cough I had ever heard in my life, but it was a sound of relief to me. Still coughing, he pulled himself into sitting position.

"What the hell was that?" He asked once the coughing had stopped.

I didn't say anything, I tried to wipe my tears away but Cedric saw them. He took my face in his hands, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I did it Ced", I burst out, sobbing. "I lost control and you got hurt. Look!" I cried pointing at his burnt wrist.

He glanced at it and shrugged.

"That'll leave a mark. I think there's one on my back too."

"It's not a joke Ced!" I wailed, how could he take this so lightly?

"Listen to me Gin, accidents happen okay? I'm fine. Don't freak out now."

"And from that day I became more conscious and guarded. Cedric's scars couldn't be removed by magic."

"There's more", Harry frowned. "The reason you recoil at the sight of a Quidditch pitch and shut yourself to anyone who tries to get close to you."

"I've told you everything." I insisted.

Harry only shook his head. "No, you haven't. I know there's more Ginny. You know something."

"I've told you all I can. I'm tired." I said standing. "I think I'll go to bed now. Night."

I was desperate to get away from him. I couldn't tell him about Cedric's death. Harry spent his life saving people and I let Cedric kill himself. Where did that put me?

"For what it's worth, I really like you."

Harry's words hung in the air between us. I hadn't the slightest idea how to react except to leave.

A/N: Thank you to every single one of you for reading! We're almost there. Hinny is close by! Don't forget to vote and comment guys!