AN: It feels so good to be writing again! I'm sorry I took so long - I was taking a break. I'm not really into the harry potter fanfics as much anymore but I've got so far with my other story! And since I'm having trouble with *Ironic Feelings* I worked a little on this recently. I'll list the reviewers at the end…

Cynical Soul Chapter 4: Gaining strength

This dream was clearer than others and less surreal as well. But Ginny felt just as trapped because she couldn't change or control anything. She just watched, as everything played before her with her eyes taped open.

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Ginny had just told the Fat Lady the password and was walking out of the portrait hole when Harry "accidentally" tripped her with his foot. It, like everything else, was all part of his plan. He had been crying, his hands covering his blotchy face.

Ginny saw her vulnerable self do a double take. Why is he crying; why isn't Ron or Hermione comforting him; what happened, were some of the questions going through her head. She had actually felt pitiful.

She looked around to see very few people in the common room, oddly none that paid any attention to the Famous Harry Potter.

"Hi," She said. He didn't answer. Ginny squatted down in front of him. "What's wrong?" He looked up at her, teary eyed.

"Ginny." The relief in his voice brought a wan smile to her face. He hastily wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He goggled at her for a second, and then realizing what he was doing, looked away and shook his head. "Everything's wrong," he told her.

Ginny paused, then said, "Like…" urging him to go on.

"For starters, Hermione's mad at me and your brother is too because, well, Hermione's his girlfriend." His green eyes were boring into hers and Ginny found it hard to look Harry in the eye. She nodded meekly. Ginny's hair had been covering her little smile and looked so immature towards him in a vulnerable, shy type of way.

"A-and…" He sighed and turned away. To perhaps make him feel somewhat more comfortable, Ginny sat down by his side. Soon he came around.

"I've been having these dreams…" He looked straight ahead at a chair, though he wasn't seeing a chair at all.

"What kind of dreams," Ginny interrogated, totally unprepared for what he was about to say.

"Of my parents' last moments…before Voldemort came and did the Avada Kedava curse on them."

There was a sharp intake of breath from Ginny, which caused him to face her.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you or anything like-"

"No, no, it's okay…" She said willing to hear anything her lifelong crush had to say.

"It's just that Ron and Hermione never listen. They're always so involved with themselves, that sometimes I just don't want to interfere." He had seemed so cute and frustrated at the time.

"Well, if you ever need anybody, you can always talk to me." At the time it had seemed like the perfect thing to say.

"Really," He said, his eyes lighting up. Then he sulked a little more, "that'd be wonderful, Ginny," He said looking at her with the most intense green eyes. The Ginny trapped dreaming this reoccurring dream for at least the millionth time, wished she could have smashed his green pea eyes with a fork.

He took her hand in his. Ginny was so happy that it was Harry, her brave hero, spilling his problems to her, holding her hand which could only mean one thing…

"Keep going," she asked him gently. He took a deep breath and shook his head. He turned to her

"Ginny," as Harry said her name, her heart started beating a hundred times faster than it's normal rate, "I love you."

Her heart stopped beating at all.

Harry had sounded so sincere, like he had just blurted out his life long confession.

"What?"

"I've loved you forever, Ginny, I —"

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Ginny somehow pulled herself upright and out of the reoccurring dream. She was gaining strength.

She sat up in bed without the throbbing headache and then stood up. Yes, she still felt that unmistakable weakness in throughout her body but this practically unnoticeable change almost made her smile. But almost doesn't count. One day, she thought, one day I'll smile in his face, she thought thinking of Harry.

Ginny walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. Her cheeks were still void of any color but that was because of her own choice not to eat. Suddenly thirsty, she poured herself a cup of water. After this she crawled back into her covers, for once not scared of her dreams.

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AN: There's nothing much to say about the story itself… Just please Review, I'm not about to go on begging you cause it gets me pissed off when people themselves don't review! (Sorry I have finals this week – I'm in a bad mood…) Cheer me up and review! =)

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