Hey guys! Here it is, all ready for ya! It's chapter one…I hope you all like it! It's pretty much the same as the last one, I mean, it's not written any differently…well, what am I blabbering about?? I'm sure you all just want to read it…Go on then, enjoy! And please review!

Lauren

Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter.

Chapter one

Pondering the Past

Harry turned over onto his side, nestled his head into his pillow, and closed his eyes. A moment later, he flipped onto his stomach and pulled the covers close to him. And after that, he lay on his back and looked up at the ceiling. There was no point in denying it. He simply couldn't sleep. After he watched the moonlight dance on the ceiling for a while, (he realized finally why Ron enjoyed it so much) he decided that since he was up, he might as well do something productive. He looked around the room, but nothing interested him. Until his eyes fell across his Firebolt. He grabbed it and his cloak and was about to wake Ron, but then thought against it. Besides, it was three in the morning. Ron probably wanted to get as much sleep as he could, seeing as tomorrow was the first day of the term. Though he probably could use the practice, since Quidditch tryouts were at the end of the week. Ron was still determined to make keeper, and he had Harry's full support. Hermione had been a little skeptical at first. Not that she doubted Ron's skill at all, she knew he would do well. But how was he supposed to keep up with his homework every night? They had seen him over the past 4 seasons of Quidditch, and he always seemed a little worn out from all the work. After a couple of days, each and every one of her arguments was shot down, and so she resigned from arguing and let him have his way.

Harry slowly opened the door and found his way down the stairs with his hands against the walls. He nearly tumbled over on the last step, thinking he had reached the bottom, but luckily someone was there to catch him. He straightened himself as he looked up.

"Ron? What are you doing out of bed?" he asked curiously. Boy would he have gotten a surprise if he had decided to wake him up after all. He looked over to the wall and understood. There was Ron's broom.

"Oh, well, just flying is all. I couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd practice some. Looks like you had the same idea…" he said happily.

"Well, come on then, let's go." Ron said, leading him out of the portrait hole.

"Ron, how did you get outside? You didn't take the cloak…" Harry asked confused, as they headed down the hallway under said cloak.

"I was just really careful. That's all."

"Well, you could have taken it, you know."

Ron blushed.

"Harry, I didn't want to take it without asking, I mean, I know it always bugs me when Ginny comes and borrows my stuff without asking, so I've learned not to do it as well."

Ron chuckled, but fell silent as he looked over and saw the look of remorse on his best friend's face. He had tried really hard not to mention her the past few days, but he had slipped up this time. He lowered his head apologetically and walked the remainder of the way in silence.

Harry had found it hard not to think about her. Everywhere he went he heard her voice, whether she was actually there or in his mind. But she was always present to him. And when he did see her, they usually exchanged small, petty grins and carried on with their business. Harry thought it quite fortunate that they didn't have any classes together, but eating was always a problem. The four crusaders were so used to sitting together, but now either Harry or Ginny left. When Harry left, he sat on the other side of Dean, Neville and Seamus, and when Ginny left, she sat with the other girls in her dorm. It was a little distressing deciding who would leave when they all arrived at the table. But over the past few meals they had established an 'every-other-meal' routine. Which seemed to be working very well. Aside from the fact that all of this was completely pathetic. At least Ron and Hermione saw it as such.

Being in the common room was, if possible, worse. They had usually hung out in the chairs, or anywhere in that vicinity, but then again, Ginny had often sat in Harry's lap when there weren't enough. Needless, there would be no such events taking place any time soon. So, in said situation, Ginny would just sort of sigh and wander off aimlessly around the common room from group to group until she found someplace to settle comfortably. True, Harry was always willing to have Ginny on his lap, but he never made the offer. Hell, why would she accept? They had just broken up. Ha.

They made it to the front doors and pushed them open carefully. They slid through and closed them quickly, then took off running for the pitch. Harry got there first and kicked off quickly. The minute he felt the cool air blow through his hair, he felt relaxed. Nothing could ever beat flying. Well, besides being in Ginny's arms…Stop thinking about her! Now! Just…just fly! Soon Ron met him in the air, unaware of Harry's thought, but cautious all the same.

"So, shall we?"

It seemed to be working, he hadn't thought about her for a full…five minutes. Just as he had gotten almost totally absorbed in his maneuvering, he looked down and saw the spot he had been standing in when he called her Weasley. Why am I thinking about this? It's over! I can't fix the past, just get over it! With that he dove into a Wronski Feint, Ron watching in awe.

Harry was about three feet from the ground when he pulled his broom up, but he wasn't even thinking about it. He was still stuck on her. Get out of my head!!!!! he yelled. Ron guessed this was why he hadn't noticed the wall.

"Harry! Harry, are you all right?" Ron asked as he leapt off his broom and took off towards Harry's crumpled form, which was lying on the ground. Ron knelt down and turned him over, which caused him to moan.

"Rooooooon, what happened…" he asked, clutching his shoulder.

"Well, let's see, you pulled out of the Feint, yelled at my sister, and then crashed into a wall…I think that about covers it," he joked. But Harry didn't laugh. What is she doing to me?? Merlin, this is going to be tougher than I imagined…