Chapter thirteen

Harry woke up in the early morning hours from a fitful sleep. He'd dreamed about everyone finding out, and Dumbledore turning his back on him. He dreamed that Ginny had decided he was too psycho for her and she broke up with him. Of course Ron had stayed but Hermione acted a lot differently around him, and would hardly speak to him anymore.

Harry turned onto his side and found Ginny. She was curled up in her blanket. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, but she moved her head and he kissed her lips. She sat up and Harry did so too. Harry grabbed for his wand on his bed-side table.

"Lumos" He whispered and the wand let off a silvery glow that illuminated the small space.

Ginny's eyes seemed puffy, and red. She leaned towards him and wrapped her arms around him. At first, Harry thought that Ron had run off to her and told her, but then she elaborated.

"Harry, Sirius Black tried to get to you. He attacked the Fat Lady because she wouldn't let him into Gryffindor Tower. Harry, he's after you." She had whispered hysterically.

Harry was shocked, but he saw it coming. He'd gotten it when he overheard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking about it back at the burrow. He let the wand tip die, and he set it back on the night table. He pulled Ginny closer to him.

"Ginny, it's okay. I'll be alright. I'll be careful. I promise, nothing will happen." He attempted at comforting her.

Wordlessly he pulled her down and laid her on his pillow. She whimpered on in his arms.

"Ginny, I love you."

Demandingly, Ginny kissed him. Her lips were warm and Harry could feel the tears on her cheeks. Her breathing was heavy and choppy, but in that moment, he knew he loved Ginny more than he'd ever believed possible. She was perfect, and he kissed her back enthusiastically. He pulled her body as close as possible to his and held her firmly. Ginny wound her fingers into his hair as his hands roamed the contours of her body.

Harry didn't know, or care for that matter, how long they did this. They stopped only when they heard the other Gryffindor third years stirring, at which point Harry covered Ginny in the invisibility cloak. Lucky he did to because not two minutes later, Ron was pulling open the hangings on Harry's four poster, allowing the morning sun to beam on his face.

"Harry, get up."

"Why, Ron?" Harry almost spat.

"We need to go see Hagrid, so let's go."

"Go see him yourself, I'm tired, Ron"

Frustrated, Ron grabbed Harry by the arm and tugged him out of bed. Harry barely budged, but knew he wasn't going to win, so he got up anyways. He'd get up, but he wasn't going to talk to Hagrid if Ron was dragging him down there to get help. He didn't need help. Not from Ron, not from Hagrid, he didn't need help from anyone.

Harry pulled on fresh robes and headed out of the dormitory behind Ron. Harry looked back towards his bed before he shut the door behind him.

"What's all this about, Ron?" Harry asked roughly.

"Harry, I'm sorry for last night, and I think you need to talk to someone, about that." Ron nodded his head towards Harry's arm as he hid it behind him.

"Ron, I don't need to talk to anyone, especially Hagrid. Besides, there is nothing he, or anyone else for that matter, who can help me. So just shove off."

Ron stopped in his tracks and turned to face Harry as they reached the portrait hole.

"Harry, this is serious. You obviously aren't happy, and you've got to be mental to do something like that." Ron argued.

The portrait hole swung open and Harry climbed through first, thinking of something to say to Ron.

"I'm not mental. Ron, I'm fine!" Harry's temper was rising now.

"Harry! You're denying it, you know you have a problem, but you can't admit it, but why?" Ron looked disgusted. "Are you worried about your reputation? Who cares, Harry? Whether you like it or not, Harry, someone needs to know!"

Harry's mouth hung open, and he was at a loss for words. What could he say to stop Ron from letting it out.

"Ron, I'm warning you. I don't need you, I don't need Hagrid. Would you drop it? It doesn't matter, okay?"

Without a word, Ron drug Harry out to Hagrid's. The ground crunched under their feet as they walked across the frozen lawn. Hagrid's hut was covered in a thin layer of glittering frost. Harry thought of Hagrid's reaction, saw the look on his face. Horrified, terrified, and disgusted.

Ron knocked on the door and Harry's heart sank as the door swung open and Hagrid beamed at them.

"Hello there, Harry, Ron." Hagrid greeted.

"Hi," Harry and Ron both said quietly.

"So, uh, what brings yeh down here? Have you even eaten yer breakfast yet?" Hagrid asked conversationally.

"We just wanted to stop by, say hello." Harry burst out before Ron could get a single syllable in.

"Great match yesterday, Harry," Hagrid commented.

Then, like a smack in the face, Hagrid jumped to his feet. "HARRY! What are yeh doing here? You shouldn't be leaving the castle!" Hagrid looked horrified. "Yeh need to go back ter the school. I'll escort yeh to the entrance hall. C'mon, now. Up you get. Both of yeh."

Hagrid walked out of the hut. He led the way back up to the castle. No one spoke, and Ron looked like he was furious. It looked as if he was having an internal battle with himself. They finally reached the entrance hall when Hagrid spoke.

"Now don't yeh come back down ther again. It's too dangerous, especially fer you, Harry."

And with that, Hagrid left them as he walked back toward the forest.

"Well that was a lovely chat." Ron mumbled grumpily.

"Well if you're finished with me, I'd like to go eat breakfast with Ginny." Harry walked away, leaving Ron fuming and confused.

(Hey everyone. So so sorry for such a late update. I know it's short, and I apologize for that. I promise the next chappie will be longer, and have a little more action in it. This one seemed to just drag on for even me, so yeah. Next one will be more interesting. :] Love you all!)