A/N: Hey all! Lauren here. I am so very sorry it took me so long to update! But good news: I've got my computer back! My little baby! Yay! So now I can keep writing over the weekend. Also, I thought I'd let you all know that, if you want to read the alternate ending, I can post it now, and I will, right now actually. It'll be on Complex Attractions, so if you'd like to read it, you'll find it there. Okie dokie? Alrighty! I hope you like it! But be warned, it's a bit darker than I usually write, and it's a bit violent, so if you don't like that stuff, don't read it! Heehee, okay then! Okay, hope you enjoy this chapter! And I'm planning on introducing new things, cause to me, this is getting a bit dragged out, if ya know what I mean…new changes! Okay! Enjoy! And make sure to review!

Lauren

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Chapter six

Reluctant Reunion

Ron growled while he rubbed his head frustratingly. Hermione nearly laughed at the scene before her eyes. Ginny just sat there, mortified. What are they doing? Is this some kind of joke?? She thought. And then she imagined a crowd of people in the common room, laughing at her after Harry revealed the whole trick. Ron and even Hermione were laughing. Ginny shook herself out of it and looked back at Harry. Though it could have very well made a great prank, the current topic didn't seem like something Harry would joke about.

Harry looked around like a newborn baby, taking in everything about the room. Obviously this potion hasn't been tested for side effects… Ron thought as he sat down on the arm of Ginny's chair. Harry brought his focus back to Ron, and smiled dumbly.

"Okay Harry, let's try this again, shall we?" Ron asked, with a touch of impatience. Harry chuckled. Oh, bloody hell…

Ginny almost laughed herself, but one accidentally glance into his eyes made her think twice. For, even though he was acting like a total baboon, his eyes still held that same fiery passion she had always noticed when he looked at her. Suddenly, she found herself kneeling on the floor in front of Harry's chair, before Ron had a chance to hold her back. Harry looked down at her goofily.

"Harry, are you sure you love me—er, Ginny?" Ron looked hopefully at Hermione, who nervously fiddled with her hair.

"Of course I'm sure! I've always loved Ginny. I don't think I could lie about something like that. Though I guess I have been, I mean, by not telling her and all. I think it's better that way. She seems like she's moved on anyway. It breaks my heart to think she has though. Well, actually, it broke my arm, but it feels like it broke my heart. It's a good thing Quidditch is starting again soon, that way I can take my mind off it for a while. Although quidditch will be harder this time, being captain and all. But it'll be fun, I mean-"

But Harry stopped. Hermione and Ron looked around to see if anyone else was witnessing this miracle. Could it be? Could it really be? Was Ginny really kissing Harry? Or was it just a figment of Ron's imagination? No no, it was real. Real enough for Hermione to drag Ron from the room out of common decency. Obviously Ron had no manners. Or he was too surprised and elated to move. Either way, Hermione and Ron quietly left up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, and Ginny was left with Harry.

Ginny pulled away and sat back in her chair. She looked around, panicked, while Harry shook his head and ran his hands through his hair. He felt his eyes pull back into focus, and had no recollection of anything that had happened in the last, oh, fifteen minutes or so. But all he could tell was that he felt very strange, and the pain in his arm was stronger than ever. That, and Ginny had just bolted up the stairs to her dorm. What the--?

It was all he could do to sit there and rub his head, confused. What just happened? My mind feels completely…blank. Odd.. And he sat there for a while, too. Just thinking, and rubbing his arm in an effort to alleviate the pain. It wasn't long until he laid on the couch and looked out the window. At least, if he couldn't find peace mentally, he could see it out the window. The moon was bright and full, and the stars were twinkling softly. It looked so lovely. Within ten minutes, his head had drooped over, and he had fallen into slumber.

Ginny sat on her bed, her mind ransacked, and her hands stuffed under a pillow. What am I doing? I just kissed him! What was I thinking? Then again, he did say he loved you, and he was sure about it! You did the right thing! Go back down there and tell him how you feel! He obviously feels the same way! Go! Go! After a few minutes of pacing the room and running her hands through her hair, she threw caution to the wind and took off down the stairs. Luckily for her, he was already asleep. She really hadn't wanted to say anything. Not now, anyway. He probably didn't even remember her kissing him.

She knelt down next to his sleeping form and rested her hand on his. With her other hand, she brushed his hair off his forehead, and impulsively, without a second thought, she leaned in and pecked his forehead. And she poured out her soul. She told him everything she had wanted to tell him. At least now she would know she didn't completely chicken out. And when she was done, she felt lighter. Like a weight had been lifted from her heart. She stood up to leave, but she saw Harry turn begin to turn over restlessly in his sleep. Ah, come on, for old times sake…

She gently nudged him over, and slid onto the couch next to him. Careful not to touch his arm, she slipped her hand onto his stomach, snuggled herself in comfortably, and closed her eyes.

Boy, was Harry surprised when he woke up in the morning.