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Hold You Until I Die Chapter Seven: I Wish That This Could Be Real
Ginny lay in bed that night, thinking about Harry and Cho. The thought of them together disgusted her. She just wanted to run up and punch Cho sometime. Being two years older and athletic, Cho would totally win in any physical confrontation.
Ginny bit her thumb as she glanced over at her dresser. If she couldn't attack Cho physically, she could attack her chances. A slight smile forced its way on Ginny's face. She knew what she had to do.
Jumping up from her bed, Ginny made her way to the dresser. She opened the drawer and reached inside. The warmth radiating from the necklace led her hand to it. Ginny closed her fingers around the pendant and pulled it out, running back over to her bed.
Once comfortably laying down, Ginny excitedly clipped the necklace around her neck. All energy left her and, with a smile on her face, she closed her eyes and drifted off.
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Ginny again appeared in the world she had created for herself. The lake water sparkled in the moonlight. She glanced around for Harry but did not see him. Ginny made her way down toward the tree.
"Harry," she called gently.
"Angel!" Harry's voice shouted above her.
Ginny stared up at Harry, perched in the crotch of the large weeping willow. He quickly jumped down and stood next to Ginny.
"I thought I'd never see you again," Harry breathed, looking Ginny over.
"I couldn't keep away," Ginny admitted.
"Did you really want to?" Harry asked, gently touching Ginny's cheek.
Ginny felt her heart pounding as she whispered, "Did you want me to take you somewhere?"
"Only in the depths of your heart," Harry replied, his beautiful green eyes scanning her face.
"You're already there," Ginny told him.
A warm tingle crept down Ginny's arms as Harry caressed her neck with utter softness. Ginny gave him a small smile and walked away from him, over to the lake. She could feel the warmth of Harry just behind her. He ran his hands up her arms slowly, smelling her hair. Ginny leaned her head back against Harry's shoulder and stared up at the heavens.
"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked her in a whisper.
"You," she said. "I am always thinking of you."
"What about me?" Harry queried, reaching his hand around her waist.
"Just that there's nowhere I'd rather be than here," Ginny confessed softly.
"That makes two of us," Harry told her.
"I love you, Harry," Ginny whispered.
Things were wonderfully silent for a while.
Then Harry asked, "What's your name?"
Ginny was taken aback by his question.
"I am your Angel, remember?" Ginny replied, staring off worriedly.
"This is too real to be just a dream," Harry insisted. "You can't just be my imagination."
Ginny walked a little ways away.
"I can't tell you my name," Ginny announced, feeling tears coming.
"May I guess then?" Harry asked, the spirit of sport in his voice.
"No!" Ginny shouted, turning to look at him.
Harry had a confused expression on his face.
"It's complicated," Ginny told him. "Can't we just forget it?"
"I can't now?" Harry said, putting his hands in his pockets. "You sparked my curiosity."
"Oh, Harry," Ginny whined. "Why do you have to do this?"
"What am I doing?" Harry asked.
"I have to go," Ginny insisted.
"But, I-" Harry began.
He could not finish. Ginny took off the necklace before he had the chance. This sent Ginny back to her dorm room. She lay there discontently staring at the dark ceiling. It just wasn't fair! Why did Harry have to mess everything up with a bunch of stupid questions. If he would just let it happen, this could be the greatest thing in the world. Why couldn't he just accept the fact that she was merely a dream?
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Ginny didn't want to get out of bed the next morning. She didn't want to stay in bed either. It was one of those days when she didn't want to do anything whatsoever. Why did she have to go back into the dream? She was in danger there. But being that close to Harry was hard to pass up. It was bliss to have Harry's arms around her, to feel that he wanted her. It wasn't real, though.
Yet again, Ginny threw the necklace out the window as she got dressed. As Ginny brushed her hair, she saw the necklace on her nightstand, not the least surprised. Ginny headed down to the common room. Harry, Hermione and Ron were seated in a corner, talking and doing homework. Ron kept looking Hermione over when her attention was on Harry.
"Morning, Ginny," Hermione greeted.
Ginny just smiled in response.
"Sit with us, Gin," Ron offered.
Ginny did sit with them.
"How've you been, Gin?" Hermione asked while doing some Arithmacy homework.
"Fine," Ginny answered, feeling like the interest was insincere.
"Have another rough night?" Harry asked, seeming genuinely worried.
"Not exactly," Ginny said, avoiding his gaze. "I just have these dreams..." Ginny quickly glanced up at Harry. "They've been distressing me."
Harry nodded in sympathy.
"Not as distressing as Harry's dreams, ay, Harry?" Hermione giggled, nudging Harry.
Ginny waited for an explanation, even though she did know what they were talking about.
"You mean that dream girl?" Ron asked, just coming into the conversation after spacing out while staring at Hermione. "Yeah, isn't that the puzzler?"
Ginny raised her eyebrows expectantly.
"It's nothing, Gin," Harry assured her. "They're just referring to that girl I spoke to you about at the Burrow."
"Dreaming about her again?" Ginny asked, trying not to smile.
Harry just smiled in response.
"He fancies a dream," Ron laughed. "He thinks she's real."
Harry shoved Ron off his chair, saying, "Shut it! How d'you know she's not real?"
"She's just a dream, Harry," Ron said from the floor.
"Boys," Hermione muttered, rolling her eyes.
Ginny just half-smiled and tried to focus her attention somewhere else.
"Anyway, who says I even care about some dream?" Harry grumbled, looking down at his book.
"You did!" Ron blurted.
"Shut it!" Harry hissed, glancing nervously at Ginny.
A/N: Weird place to end a chapter, I know. Most of the chapter was just filling space anyway.
Hold You Until I Die Chapter Seven: I Wish That This Could Be Real
Ginny lay in bed that night, thinking about Harry and Cho. The thought of them together disgusted her. She just wanted to run up and punch Cho sometime. Being two years older and athletic, Cho would totally win in any physical confrontation.
Ginny bit her thumb as she glanced over at her dresser. If she couldn't attack Cho physically, she could attack her chances. A slight smile forced its way on Ginny's face. She knew what she had to do.
Jumping up from her bed, Ginny made her way to the dresser. She opened the drawer and reached inside. The warmth radiating from the necklace led her hand to it. Ginny closed her fingers around the pendant and pulled it out, running back over to her bed.
Once comfortably laying down, Ginny excitedly clipped the necklace around her neck. All energy left her and, with a smile on her face, she closed her eyes and drifted off.
*************
Ginny again appeared in the world she had created for herself. The lake water sparkled in the moonlight. She glanced around for Harry but did not see him. Ginny made her way down toward the tree.
"Harry," she called gently.
"Angel!" Harry's voice shouted above her.
Ginny stared up at Harry, perched in the crotch of the large weeping willow. He quickly jumped down and stood next to Ginny.
"I thought I'd never see you again," Harry breathed, looking Ginny over.
"I couldn't keep away," Ginny admitted.
"Did you really want to?" Harry asked, gently touching Ginny's cheek.
Ginny felt her heart pounding as she whispered, "Did you want me to take you somewhere?"
"Only in the depths of your heart," Harry replied, his beautiful green eyes scanning her face.
"You're already there," Ginny told him.
A warm tingle crept down Ginny's arms as Harry caressed her neck with utter softness. Ginny gave him a small smile and walked away from him, over to the lake. She could feel the warmth of Harry just behind her. He ran his hands up her arms slowly, smelling her hair. Ginny leaned her head back against Harry's shoulder and stared up at the heavens.
"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked her in a whisper.
"You," she said. "I am always thinking of you."
"What about me?" Harry queried, reaching his hand around her waist.
"Just that there's nowhere I'd rather be than here," Ginny confessed softly.
"That makes two of us," Harry told her.
"I love you, Harry," Ginny whispered.
Things were wonderfully silent for a while.
Then Harry asked, "What's your name?"
Ginny was taken aback by his question.
"I am your Angel, remember?" Ginny replied, staring off worriedly.
"This is too real to be just a dream," Harry insisted. "You can't just be my imagination."
Ginny walked a little ways away.
"I can't tell you my name," Ginny announced, feeling tears coming.
"May I guess then?" Harry asked, the spirit of sport in his voice.
"No!" Ginny shouted, turning to look at him.
Harry had a confused expression on his face.
"It's complicated," Ginny told him. "Can't we just forget it?"
"I can't now?" Harry said, putting his hands in his pockets. "You sparked my curiosity."
"Oh, Harry," Ginny whined. "Why do you have to do this?"
"What am I doing?" Harry asked.
"I have to go," Ginny insisted.
"But, I-" Harry began.
He could not finish. Ginny took off the necklace before he had the chance. This sent Ginny back to her dorm room. She lay there discontently staring at the dark ceiling. It just wasn't fair! Why did Harry have to mess everything up with a bunch of stupid questions. If he would just let it happen, this could be the greatest thing in the world. Why couldn't he just accept the fact that she was merely a dream?
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Ginny didn't want to get out of bed the next morning. She didn't want to stay in bed either. It was one of those days when she didn't want to do anything whatsoever. Why did she have to go back into the dream? She was in danger there. But being that close to Harry was hard to pass up. It was bliss to have Harry's arms around her, to feel that he wanted her. It wasn't real, though.
Yet again, Ginny threw the necklace out the window as she got dressed. As Ginny brushed her hair, she saw the necklace on her nightstand, not the least surprised. Ginny headed down to the common room. Harry, Hermione and Ron were seated in a corner, talking and doing homework. Ron kept looking Hermione over when her attention was on Harry.
"Morning, Ginny," Hermione greeted.
Ginny just smiled in response.
"Sit with us, Gin," Ron offered.
Ginny did sit with them.
"How've you been, Gin?" Hermione asked while doing some Arithmacy homework.
"Fine," Ginny answered, feeling like the interest was insincere.
"Have another rough night?" Harry asked, seeming genuinely worried.
"Not exactly," Ginny said, avoiding his gaze. "I just have these dreams..." Ginny quickly glanced up at Harry. "They've been distressing me."
Harry nodded in sympathy.
"Not as distressing as Harry's dreams, ay, Harry?" Hermione giggled, nudging Harry.
Ginny waited for an explanation, even though she did know what they were talking about.
"You mean that dream girl?" Ron asked, just coming into the conversation after spacing out while staring at Hermione. "Yeah, isn't that the puzzler?"
Ginny raised her eyebrows expectantly.
"It's nothing, Gin," Harry assured her. "They're just referring to that girl I spoke to you about at the Burrow."
"Dreaming about her again?" Ginny asked, trying not to smile.
Harry just smiled in response.
"He fancies a dream," Ron laughed. "He thinks she's real."
Harry shoved Ron off his chair, saying, "Shut it! How d'you know she's not real?"
"She's just a dream, Harry," Ron said from the floor.
"Boys," Hermione muttered, rolling her eyes.
Ginny just half-smiled and tried to focus her attention somewhere else.
"Anyway, who says I even care about some dream?" Harry grumbled, looking down at his book.
"You did!" Ron blurted.
"Shut it!" Harry hissed, glancing nervously at Ginny.
A/N: Weird place to end a chapter, I know. Most of the chapter was just filling space anyway.
