The next morning, after barely two hours of sleep, I walked out into the living room and was very relieved to find it empty. I walked to the kitchen table and found a note that said:

"Dear Ginny

Malfoy and I both saw the state you were in last night and decided to give you a day alone, away from both of us. All that we seem to be doing is giving you a hard time and we decided to give you a break. If anything happens in the house, there is an alarm that will reach us at the ministry. If you need us, that is where we will be.

Love

Harry"

I was so thankful that they were being cosiderate. That is exactly what I needed. A day by myself to resolve all my feelings for the two of them. I thought about the subject for quite a long time, because when I looked at the clock hung on the kitchen wall, it read 12:00, and I realized that I hadn't taken my shower.

Being under the hot water never felt so good. I felt as if all my thoughts, all my worries were being washed away, and there was nothing left, nothing except a sense of relief, and happiness. But everytime this feeling came, it never stayed long enough for me to enjoy it, because somehow the thought of either Draco or Harry would come rushing to my head, and once again, I tried to forget both of them by letting the warm water wash all of these thoughts away. After about an hour, I gave a sigh and finaly walked out, defeated, realizing that there was no point in trying to forget either of them because the feeling would not last. I got dressed, had a small sandwich and walked over to the couch, once again, deep in thought.

Harry was such a sweety, so considerate, so perfect. But the problem was that he would not notice me, not now, not ever. It seemed as if I was wasting my time, and it was the time to make a decision, dwell on him until I could tell him how I feel and give him an ultimatum or move on with Draco and see where that goes.

But when I thought of the possibilities with Draco, it all seemed somehow unreal. There was no feelings involved. Just wanting, yearning, needing him, but nothing emotional. And how long could an attraction last in a relationship? After sometime, it would die... maybe it might not be soon, but it would eventualy come. Or maybe, it would last. Maybe it would be different with Draco and I. And maybe, like he had told me, we could learn to care and possibly... love each other. Go past attraction and towards feelings. Thinking about all the maybes and possibilities made me tired and I felt my eyes droop. When I opened my eyes again, I got greeted by Harry's green eyes, staring into my face. For a second, I felt as if I was in the futur... living with Harry, waking up to his welcoming face. But when the living room came into view, I mentaly cursed myself and looked into his eyes as well.

"I'm sorry I startled you. I was going to pick you up and bring you to your room. No need for that now. Get up, sleepyhead." I cursed myself once again, for opening my eyes at the wrong time. I could've been carried in his arms, but no, I had to open my stupid eyes at exactly the wrong time. He held his hands for me to take them and get up but I had another idea. I pulled on them which caused him to fall on top of me. I broke into a fit of giggles which made him laugh as well. He was controlling his weight on his arm and did not make an attempt at getting up.

"You're stronger than you look, miss Weasley."

"There are many things you don't know about me, Mr. Potter." I said which made us laugh again. It all felt so right, him being this close to me, yet... it feeled wrong, because Draco's face kept popping into my head... but then, I looked into his eyes, and once again, everything was perfect. I gave a small smile, suddenly nervous, and aware of his closeness to me. It seemed that my thoughts were transfered into his head as well, because he got up and held his hands out to me again, I took them, got up and looked around the flat.

"Where's Malfoy?" I asked, curiosly.

"Why would you want to know?" He said, and I could've sworn that he sounded very jealous.

"Just curious. I've gotten used to the stupid git." I said and remembered our night at the club. How close we were with each other, how much we wanted each other... and also about my new resolution... 'remember, you're going to move on... with Draco... so just forget about Harry'.

"He went back to his house for 2-3 days, he said there were some things he needed to take care of. He'll be back, don't worry." He said very bitterly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You make it sound like I WANT him to be here." I said, getting angry. I hated myself around him, I got emotional so quickly it made my own head spin.

"Don't you?" He asked, with the same jealous tone as before.

"I... I... I don't know if I do or if I don't." I answered truthfully, and he became aware that he caught me off-guard. It looked as if I had just ripped his heart out and stomped on it. He walked over to the couch and sat down with a sigh. I sat down next to him and looked into his eyes.

"Do you want to tell me something, Ginny? Is there something going on between the two of you?" He looked really sincere, and I saw a tear shine in his eye, which shocked me quite a lot.

"I... I really don't know. I have no feelings for him if that's what you're asking." I answered as truthfully as I could.

"Then... what don't you know? If you have no feelings for him... then shouldn't that mean there's nothing going on between you two?"

"That's exactly what I don't know. There is this insane attraction between the two of us... but as far as feelings are concerned, I don't think so..."

"A minute ago, you were set on not having any feelings for him." He put his head in his hands and said "I feel like you're slipping right through my fingers. I feel like I'm losing you... and to Malfoy." He said all of this very slowly.

"Wha..." I blurted out, and tried to recover with the first words that popped into my head. "You can't lose something you never had, Harry."I said quietly but clearly. At this, his head snapped up and he looked into my eyes. Why couldn't he just keep his head down? It was so much easier for me to say those things, to finally convince myself that I had chosen Draco, when he wasn't looking into my eyes.

"I guess you're right... I never DID have you... sorry... I was just being my over-protective self again. I didn't mean anything by it... don't be offended." He said and he brushed off a strand of hair away from my face and he stroked my cheek, looking deep into my eyes, as if searching for an answer.

"Is there something YOU want to tell me, Harry?" I asked him, feeling him coming closer and closer to me.

"I... I don't know, either. I... I don't think this is the right time." He dropped his hand and leaned againt the couch, and what he did next surprised me out of my wits. He took me by the shoulder and pulled me slowly into his arms and held me. It was during times like this that it was hard to let go of him... let go of all my feelings for him... when he was being himself, stroking my hair, kissing my forehead every once in a while... it felt very comfortable, and right, as if we were an old married couple with no love lost over the years. It was with these thoughts that I fell ino a deep slumber, dreaming about two certain guys.

The next morning, I woke up, feeling more confused than I ever had. Falling asleep in Harry's arms had changed everything, even the decision that I had come up with, after so many hours of concentration. It was all thrown out the window. Before opening my eyes, I was hoping against hope to wake up to two beautiful eyes, looking deep into mine, but no such luck. I didn't even feel the warmth of his body next to mine. 'There goes the great beginning of my day.' I said to myself bitterly, as I looked around for a sign, an omen, anything to tell me where he had gone, what was so important that he left me there all alone. As if on cue, I turned to the table and saw a note from the dream guy himself.

'Dearest Ginny

Sorry to leave you without a notice, but when I wanted to leave this morning, you were sleeping so peacefully, I couldn't find it in myself to wake you up. I have something of great importance I need to attend to. I will be back tonight around 8:00 to explain it all. If you don't mind, I'd like to take you out tonight to make up for my behaviour during these last weeks. See you tonight.

Love

Harry

I spent the whole day wondering what Harry's big plan for the day might be. It'd no doubt have something to do with that damn girl who had his thoughts all twisted in knots. When I thought of him with someone else who would be held in his arms, someone who would be able to run her fingers through his messy hair, someone who'd touch his soft skin, It just made me sick to my stomach. That was everything I wanted to do. Everything that I had dreamed of doing, but, I thought to myself, I deserved everything that happened to me because I had in no way, even tried to make him aware of how I felt, every time that I was even close to, I had chikened out at the last minute, making an excuse, not necessarily a convincing one, to try to weasel my way out of it. I guess there is a reason for being named Weasley. I did not understand how the day passed by, but when I snapped back into reality, I saw the door opening, and Harry walked in, looking around.

"Ginny, are you here?" he asked. I looked around and realized that all the lights were off.

"Over here, Harry. On the couch." I said and heard him murmur the word Lumos and his wand suddenly lit up the whole room.

"Oh hey there. C'mon, get dressed. Didn't you get my note?"

"I did, but, I just don't feel like going out tonight, k?" I looked at him and he looked as if I had just poured freezing water on him. His mouth hung open in shock, his eyes wide, as if they would jump out of their sockets.

"Please, Ginny. I'm begging you. I have something to show you. PLEASE." I pitied the look on his face, his eyes were pleading, his features as sincere as they could get.

"Ah, all right. But I'm going to have to take a quick shower and get dressed and everything. You have to give me AT LEAST an hour, deal?"

"All right, anything you say."

"How am I supposed to dress? Is there a dress code or something?"

"Something formal, something special. I'm sure you'd look drop-dead-gorgeous in anything." He said as he walked to the guestroom. I quickly took my shower, and went through my whole closet, finding nothing. It was as if I owned nothing, nothing seemed special enough. Just as I was about to give up, a silk deep-red dress caught my eye. I put it on as soon as I got my hands on it. I remembered the day that I had bought it, I had told myself that I would wear it on a special occasion but that occasion had never came around... until tonight. It was a strapless, long dress that hugged my body perfectly. The bottom and the top of the dress were glistening with ruby coloured stones, fading as they made their way to the middle part of the dress. I pulled my hair into an elegant bun, leaving a few strand of hair loose here and there. It was remarkable how the colour of the dress matched my hair perfectly. I put on a pair of ruby ear studs and a matching ruby necklace and a pair of red pointy-toed shoes. Seconds later, make-up was put on and I was ready to go. I wanted to make a statement that night... saying "eat you heart out, Harry, this is what you're missing out on" and when I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I seemed to have achieved that goal perfectly. For the first time, I was no longer little Ginny, the skinny teenage girl that didn't fill out her shirts. I had grown up... I was a woman... a mature woman that could've been described as a knock out. I loved the way I looked, and I was glad that Harry would be able to share this night with me. I put on a long, black coat down to my ankle, so I wouldn't give anything away too soon. I walked out quietly to the living room, looking at a Harry dressed in a tux, gazing at the pictures on my chimney. He was standing right in front of one of mine, in fact and what he did next surprised me out of my wits. He brought his hand up to his lip, placed a kiss on it, and slowly placed his hands on my picture. I just stood there, contemplating him, deep in thought as to what that gesture had meant that I became completely oblivious to the fact that he had turned around, and now, he was the one looking at me, an innocent smile painted on his face.

"Wow, Ginny... you look absolutely stunning... Leonardo Da Vinci couldn't have painted a prettier picture." I just felt myself going redder and redder by the second, and I whispered a thanks, hoping he wouldn't have noticed my sudden change of complexion. He walked unsurely towards me, as if each step was costing him a great deal of energy, and when he came at a halt, we were face to face, and he placed a chaste kiss on my cheek, and I felt my heart beating 100 beats per second.

"We should get going." He said and I nodded in agreement, keeping my head down, hoping he wouldn't look at me and make me more embarrassed than I already was.

We made our way to the chimney and he helped me in, taking a handful of floo powder in his hands and throwing it in. I gave him a questioning look, and he gave me a reassuring smile and said "trust me Ginny, I need you to trust me." And then he shouted 15 Godrick's Hollow, and I closed my eyes as I felt something grabbing me by the navel and pulling me in its direction. I fell on my rump and got up, looking around wide-eyed. The whole room was dark and the only source of light were the floating candles, hovering all around the room. I had seen so many pictures of this place in Harry's old albums. I could see pictures of Lily and James all around; some of them included a chubby little boy, raven haired and green-eyed, but without the scar on his forehead. This was where Harry's parents used to live. I let go of my shock, and examined the room with a more cautious look. It looked like it was the dining room, because of the presence of a dining table and assorted food, looking oh-so-appetizing, and a soft music could be heard. I breathed out 'oh my gosh' overflowing with emotions; too many to deal with at the same time. Why had Harry brought me here? And as if on cue, I felt his hand on my shoulder.

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