Harry sat across from Ginny trying to hide his feelings.
He knew it was futile of course, Ginny could read him like a book, but even Crabbe and Goyle would have noticed the tension in his poise.
He brushed his hair away from his face with a sigh.
"It wont be long now Ginny."
He said finally, closing his eyes.
She didn't say a word, and when he looked up at her she was looking away from him.
"Don't leave me Harry. If you love me then stay."
She pleaded, her fists clenched by her sides.
She turned to meet his gaze.
"You don't always have to be the hero Harry."
Harry's chair clattered to the floor as he jumped up angrily.
"Would you feel better if I didn't want to do this?"
He demanded, his piercing eyes alight with ire
Ginny mouthed wordlessly, unable to respond to Harry's sudden onslaught.
"Well, feel better."
Whispered Harry, sinking to his knees, tears slowly tracing down his cheeks.
The abrupt change in Harry's mood was enough to shock Ginny to her senses.
She dodged round the table and fell down beside him
"I'm sorry Harry, I'm so sorry."
She whispered, snaking her arms around his thin chest and pulling him into a desperate embrace.
"So am I Gin."
Harry chocked, from beneath a curtain of hair.
They sat in silence on the kitchen floor until finally the fire in the grate began to flicker out.
"I have to leave soon."
Whispered Harry, his voice croaky after crying.
"I understand."
Said Ginny.
Her arms were aching from maintaining their hold on his frame but she was loathed to move them aside from drawing them tighter around the one she loved.
"I only ask one thing of you Harry."
She said softly, interlacing their fingers.
"Promise me you'll come back."
She whispered, letting a few tears collect in her eyes before blinking them away furiously.
"Don't make me lose you when I've only just found you."
Harry knew he couldn't say no.
Even though he had no way of backing up his promise.
"I promise that I will fight with every ounce of my being so that we might stay together."
He replied, squeezing her hand and tracing her fingers with his thumb.
She simply nodded, knowing that it was the best he could do.
For a few more minutes they sat in silence,
Hands intertwined,
Listening to the ticking of the Weasley family clock behind them.