CHAPTER FIVE_____

Ginny flashed her wand towards the left and saw that they were in front of the entrance hall. Trying to stay calm and ignore the fact that Harry was unconscious, Ginny rolled Harry and his Firebolt in the snow to the door of the entrance hall, which she pushed open and propped Harry up against a chair, his head lolling to the side.

"Professor Dumbledore! Professor McGonagall! Please! Help me!" Ginny screamed around the entrance Hall, but no one came. "PLEASE?!" she sobbed.

How could this happen? The best night of her life had been ruined by a stupid snow storm that happened to take place while they were up on a broomstick on Christmas night. What was she supposed to say to Professor Dumbledore if he came down?

She walked over to Harry and sat down kneeled in front of him, shaking his shoulders. "Please, Harry, wake up! Harry? Harry?" she was saying quietly to him, embracing him, and started to brush snow out of his hair. Hugging him tighter, trying to keep him warm, she planted a kiss on his freezing cheek, making her lips cold.

"Please, don't let this happen, please let him wake up..." she said to no one in particular. She lifted up Harry's face and gasped when she saw he had a thin gash on the side of his head, the blood seeping out and into his hair - he must have fallen into a rock.

"Oh, my god..." she said, and began picking his hair out of the way to get a better look. It was thin and small, but deep nonetheless. Taking off her glove, she pushed it against his head and tried to stop the blood. When she took the glove off after a few seconds, she saw that it wasn't bleeding nearly as much as it had been, but still held it there for a moment longer.

Harry opened blindly opened his eyes after five minutes or so.

"Harry!" she said quietly, trying not to scare him. She shook his shoulder a little.

He looked at her with his eyes open in slits, and said "Whassamatter? What happened?"

"You fell off the broom and hit your head on a rock or something like that...do you remember the snow storm?"

"Yeah, a little. Are you okay?" he said concernedly. Ginny blushed - he really was something, he had fallen off of his broom, fell face down into the snow, hit his head on a rock, and he just asked her if she was okay.

"I'm perfect. I was worried about you...I thought you would never wake up. I stopped your head from bleeding a bit," she said, pulling the glove off and showing him the blood, which he cringed at.

"Thanks. Is it big?" he said, groping for it with his fingers through out his messy hair.

"No, it's only about an inch long and it's not really that deep. I think it's stopped bleeding. Eww, don't touch it. Your fingers are probably dirty."

Harry smiled at her. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"Yeah, until all this happened. Thank you again for taking me out." she said, holding his freezing hand. "We should go back up to the common room. You're freezing."

They stood up, but Harry almost toppled over. "I'm just a little dizzy, still." he said.

"Here, put your arm like this, and lean on me." said Ginny, feeling sheepish as she put his arm around her waist and put her arm around his.

They walked slow back up to the common room, and sat on the same couch next to the fire, putting a blanket over the both of them, and huddled next to each other, holding hands.

"Are you okay now? I was so scared, I didn't know what to do...no one was coming when I called, and I felt so alone, and I thought you would never wake up. You were out for about ten minutes, you know. And your face was all covered in snow, and it was horrible." Ginny told Harry.

"Ginny, I've been through worse than this. You just weren't there to see it." He smiled at her. "Except for one time." He added, looking down and running his fingers absent mindedly through his hair.

"I'm sorry." Ginny said, sincerely.

Harry looked up at her in astonishment. "You're sorry? What do you mean?"

"I just never wanted to cause you trouble with the whole Chamber of Secrets thing..."

"Ginny," Harry said slowly. "If you had never caused me trouble I never would have had the friendship we have now. Dumbledore even told me that there's a special bond between people who go through things like that together. I like to believe him. I hope you would too."

Harry looked at Ginny, studying her face before lowering his lips on hers and pulling her into a warm, passionate kiss that made Ginny feel like she were falling into Harry, her mind spinning, thinking about everything that had happened in this one night between them. Harry ran his smooth, warm hand up and down her arm, making her hair stand on end. Ginny leaned into him, pushing him back onto the couch, and after several minutes he finally pulled his lips from hers and fumbled with his foggy glasses.

"Ginny," he said, kissing her once more next to her mouth, "We should go upstairs...soon.." He tried to say between Ginny's soft kisses on his jaw.

"Yes, we should." Ginny said, speaking very closely to his mouth. Harry shivered and stood up, pulling Ginny up with him. He slid his hands around her waist, bringing her close to him.

"Goodnight," he said, placing a firm kiss on her mouth, and reluctantly made his way up the staircase to the boys' dormitory.

Ginny stood, thinking for a moment, and then sprinted up the stairs to meet Harry before he got to his room.

"Harry, wait-" she said. "I just wanted to say..." she started. What did she want to say? Thanks for snogging me for 30 minutes? Thanks for giving me the best Christmas I've ever had? She wasn't sure where to start, so she said the first thing that came to her mind. "Thank you for letting me get to know you." She kissed him. "The real you. The secretive Harry."

"Yes, you know the secretive Harry. But you can't tell anyone!" He laughed. "I don't like to let people know what's behind the scar." He grinned, gazing into her eyes. "Well, besides you. And only you." He kissed her one last time, blushed, and turned into his dormitory, while Ginny stood outside his door for quite some time, thinking about how very great it was that she knew something about Harry that others didn't. And about how comfortable they were with each other. Comfortable enough to give each other a kiss goodnight.

As Ginny lay in bed that night, she thought about nothing but Harry. I've found out the real Harry. she thought with a smile. And he's everything I'd expected him to be.

(A/N -- yes? no? Sort of stupid. I don't care...it needed an ending desperately =) Thanks to those of you who review! It seriously keeps me writing. Keep them coming!! 3)