Prompt 60
I've accidentally confessed that I've dreamt about you…
Ginny glanced at Harry across the table in the Great Hall. Again. She couldn't stop.
"Everything alright, Ginny?" Hermione smirked at her and then also glanced at Harry.
"Fine," Ginny refused to look away from Hermione; refused to look like the shy ten year old girl that hid behind her mother all those years ago.
"Did you sleep alright?" Hermione continued to watch her. "You look a little peeky."
She couldn't stop herself, she glanced over at Harry before answering, and caught his eye.
"Is someone giving you trouble?" Harry leant forward, looking darkly over at the Slytherins.
"No," Ginny smiled, and relished the way that his eyes softened and he smiled back at her. That was probably why she kept talking. "Dreams just kept me up was all."
"Voldemort?" Harry had turned his focus to her.
"You," Ginny didn't realize the word had vocalized until Harry's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.
"Did you just say you were dreaming about Harry?" Hermione's smirk grew to stretch across her face.
"No," Ron interrupted, "She said she dreamt of Voldemort and Harry, like in the Chamber. She has those nightmares at home too."
Ginny kept her eyes on Harry, trying to put so many words into her stare. Harry seemed to struggle with himself for a moment before he picked up his fork again and spoke.
"If you need someone to talk to about those, I can help. I remember how awful that was."
Ginny nodded, feeling just a little let down that Harry didn't realize that her dreams were so far from the Chamber in every possible way that she couldn't even keep the two instances in her mind at the same time.
"Thanks, Harry."
Harry caught her eye again, holding her gaze for a heated moment.
"Anytime, Gin."
And suddenly she wasn't so disappointed.