Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, so I don't own any of these wonderful characters that I love so much.

A/N: Well, this is the end. It's kinda sad but I finally did it so that's good. I apologize yet again for taking so long but it's me. I had two papers to do last week that basically decided my grade in two classes that I really need to do well in so that kind of took priority. I wish I didn't have school so that I could write and read fanfic all day, but to be so lucky! Oh, no, not I. Thank you so much to all of you that have reviewed. Your critiques, enthusiasm, and encouragement have really been the pull of this fic and so thank you, so much. This was my first real fan fic ever and I never planned on it going this far, but it did thanks to all of you. I love you all. He! Virtual hugs! And as always a special thanks goes out to Emily and Athena, oh the amount of help you two have given me, I am forever in your debt. Like I've said before, check up to see what comes next because I plan on writing more fics eventually. Probably when I have more time to but eventually. So read now, and hopefully you will enjoy.

Chapter Five:

The sun was just starting to crawl up when Ginny Weasley's eyes flew up. She didn't need light to know that she was in his arms again. She knew that smell, that touch. She had somehow crawled back into his arms, and she wanted to cry.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was her older brother's best friend. If it wasn't for the fact that he was older. If it wasn't for that fact that she became a bumbling idiot whenever he was around. If it wasn't for the fact that his black hair always seemed to shine so magnificently in sunlight. If it wasn't for the fact that those brilliant green eyes bore into hers whenever he looked at her. If it wasn't for the fact that he always picked up her books when they slipped through her grasp in the hall. If it wasn't for the fact that he was one of the most kind-hearted people she had ever had the privilege to know. If it wasn't for the fact that just the thought of him made her heart sore higher than she ever thought it could. If it wasn't for the fact that he was so wonderful and she was so horrible. Then none of the current situation would've affected her so much.

But now she was close to tears, mentally stabbing herself, and trying desperately to somehow ease herself far away from him. Each time she tried to inch away he pulled her in closer, which only made the tears come faster. Now he would wake up and see her crying. Great.

Ginny took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. If she could get out of his arms without waking him then everything would be all right. Then she could cry to herself as much as she wanted over the love she would never have. But as she tried one last time she could hear him start to mumble. Her heart was beating a mile a minute.

She couldn't tell if he'd woken up yet, but she could feel his thumb starting to gently caress her back. Ginny bit her bottom lip. If she wasn't careful she would start to sob. This was too much. It was all too much for Ginny to take, knowing that it was all some stupid misunderstanding. That none of it was real and once he figured that out, his image of her would turn from cellophane to creepy disgusting little vermin.

Damn it.

Harry looked down and saw that Ginny was shaking. She must have been awake now and as much as he wanted to comfort her more he realized that he might have been the cause of her state. He slowly moved his arms to her shoulders and gently pushed away to look at her face and see what was wrong.

They both just stared at each other for a long while. Trying to read what the other one was thinking, what they were feeling.

The two were lost, too confused and scared to find the words to say anything towards one another. But Ginny knew she had to find the courage somewhere, somehow to at least explain and apologize. He deserved that. She took at deep breath, gathering all the courage she could muster and looked up back at him.

"Harry-"

"Ginny-"

"-I'm sorry."

They both looked back at each other, completely baffled that they each had apologized. But Ginny pushed this away and went on to explain.

"I really tried to not let it happen, but that's no excuse."

Harry interrupted her.

"But Ginny, how can you try to not have a nightmare?"

"I had a nightmare?"

Ginny was completely thrown off.

"Yes."

He looked at her with great care and sympathy and that was all it took. It told her everything.

"It was about Tom, wasn't it?"

Her voice was much softer now, as the realization hit her.

Harry could only nod in response, he knew how horrible it must have been for her.

"I used to get them all the time, I would wake up in a cold sweat. But during this whole trip I wasn't anymore. I thought they had stopped coming."

Harry could see the look of despair in her eyes. The thought of Voldemort finally letting go of her was so comforting that when she found it to be a lie it was too disappointing and made her heart sink further and further. Harry knew all too well the hope of the evil going away. His nightmares had only ceased when he held her, and it seemed as though Voldemort really had let go somehow.

"I'm really sorry."

"No, I'm sorry." Ginny could no longer meet his glance. "I didn't think I…I could…could do 'that' when I had a nightmare."
Harry just looked at her in disbelief.

"Ginny, you didn't do 'that'. I did."

"Oh." Ginny was taking aback by this but still could not forgive herself. "Still, if it wasn't for my nightmare then you wouldn't have."

Harry knew where this was going and tried to steer the conversation away from it. He wasn't ready to talk about it.

"What do you dream about when he's there?"

"Well, he seems to always be there. Threatening me to do his bidding, like before. Trying to turn me to the dark side or something. Sometimes it feels like he never left. That the diary was never destroyed."

Ginny realized she probably had said more than she should have. She hadn't really talked about the diary to anyone since it had been destroyed and the year had ended. Now to be sharing it with Harry, it probably wasn't such a good idea. But Harry proved her wrong.

"He's getting stronger. When I dream about him, he's always filling my head with the most painful memories. Trying to weaken me. It gets harder and harder to let myself fall asleep." His eyes were wondering around, not being able to meet hers with his confession.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. But then it made sense. It all made such perfect wonderful sense.

"He loves to use those that are close to us to get his way."

Her words brought Harry's glance back to Ginny's who was giving him a look of deep understanding. His heart heaved a sigh of relief.

"To break us."

And that's what it had always been. The two of them.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks."

"Likewise."

The sun was beaming in the sky now and slowly waking up the other Weasley's surrounding them. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley exchanged looks, smiling to one another at the sight of Harry and Ginny talking so early in the morning. Ron seemed to be glad that everything was settled between the two of them, though a little uneasy. But that was something he could work on with time. Everyone else slumped out of bed and started getting ready for breakfast. Bill approached Harry who was just starting to stand up.

"Hey Harry, up for another go at that quidditch game? Best two out of three?"

"Sure."

"Better count Ron out, though. I think Pig's got a letter from Hermione." George teased as he snatched the newly arrived owl from Bulgaria. Ron shot up like a dart and ran straight to George, wrestling him to get the letter.

Harry and Ginny laughed to each other as they watched Ron make such a fool of himself. Then Harry looked to Ginny, "Hey, do you want to play? We'll need an extra player with Ron gone."

"Sure."

Then they all made their way to the breakfast table. One happy, hungry family.

FIN (A/N: I love it when fics end this way, i had to write it in)