Sweet Dreams

A/N: Poor Ginny! let's see what happens children stare unblinkingly at Tv screen

"Ginny, Wake up," Harry said quietly. "You're having a nightmare, it's only a nightmare!"

Ginny stopped moving. She was whimpering quietly as she opened her eyes, tears streaked her face. "Harry?" she whispered. "I- oh, I can't believe it," she groaned as she sat up in her bed. "You must think I'm so- ugh!" she put her face in her hands.

"I don't think you're ugh Ginny, how dare you say such a thing."

"Shut up," she huffed at him, but Harry saw her smiling a small bit. He had never realised she looked like Ron so much. But not really, he argued himself. She has a different face- softer, and her eyes are brown, not blue. A chocolate brown. And her hair is a kind of maroon red, not orange like her brothers...

"Harry, what is it? Do I have something on my face?" Ginny asked, touching her cheek.

"No," Harry mumbled, embarrassed. He had turned pink. "I- I thought... I was just thinking. I do that alot now."

"What, space out?" Ginny asked, sitting on her knees so she was almost eye level.

"Yea. I guess that's what happens when you spend the summer alone." "Yes that's right! How was your summer?"

"It was...interesting. The Dursley's really took to heart Mad-eye's warning. They left me alone all summer. How was yours?"

"Mine was fine. Ron and I spent alot of time together, and Luna came over, she lives nearby, and... Dean broke up with me."

"What?" Harry asked, surprised. "Why?"

"I don't know, he was quite vague. Here," she stood up and went to a small desk in the corner of her room. Her long braided hair hung over her white night dress. "Here," she repeated. "Have a look."

Harry felt a little strange about reading someone's personal mail, but curiosity took over.

Dear Ginny, he read.

How's your summer been? Mine's been ok, the ministry's set up special wards at my house, you know, because I'm muggle born, so so much for keeping you-know-who a secret.

Listen, I didn't write you to let you know how I'm doing. I need to tell you something, and you're not going to like it Gin, you're probably going to hate me for it, but there you go. I think we should see other people. It's not like we've gotten together over the summer or anything, so really we weren't even... "together". It's just that... well, I need some time for myself, not that you're asking too much of me, but I'm just weird right now. I should think you'd like to date someone in your own grade, maybe. You've got O.W.L.s this year anyway, so I'd never see you. I'm sorry, Ginny, I really am, but you'll get over it, it's me I think that'll have a hard time. I hope we can still be friends.

Dean.

Harry looked up. "We'll, that's... really stupid." he said. And he meant it.

Ginny smiled. "I know. But it's alright, he's probably thinking of dating Lavender and didn't know how to tell me."

"Lavender Brown?" Ginny nodded. "Why would he want to date her?"

Ginny looked in his eyes, searching for something. It kinda creeped him out, she seemed to stare for an eternity. "Well, she lives by him, and they always hang out. Everybody thought they were dating till he asked me out. And... she's pretty." She looked at her hands.

"Well, you're pretty."

Ginny looked at him again, a twinkle in her eyes. Red locks of hair had fallen around her face, and the moonlight was illuminating her many freckles. She really is pretty, Harry thought. Stop! It's only Ginny. What are you thinking?

"Harry?" Ginny asked tentatively. "Spacing out again?"

"Wha- oh, yea," Harry said, relieved.

"Anyway...how was your party? Mum made me go to bed." she made a face.

"Yea, I heard about that. It was nice. We had dinner and cake, and Fred and George turned me into a rainbow."

She squealed. "Mood rings! Their new product. I was the one who pitched it to them you know."

"Oh, then I guess I have you to thank for me turning...what's blue mean?" He asked, looking at his hand.

"Blue means relieved." she smiled. "Were you afraid I was going to kick you in the face?"

"For a minute there." Harry answered. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Ginny asked, "What's that Harry?"

Harry realised he was still holding the album. "It's Lupin's birthday present. Pictures, of my mum and dad and...Sirius."

Ginny looked at him with her chocolate brown eyes. It was so strange, she didn't say anything but Harry got the feeling she understood what he was feeling. Perhaps the fact that he was turning indigo helped.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I mean- I miss him too, alot. he was like a, an uncle to me, you know? But I know it's not like what you're going through. And I just, I'm sorry."

"It's ok," he said. And this time he was telling the truth. "I mean, I'm getting ok with it. Do you want to maybe, have a look?" he asked.

"Oh, really?" She asked "Are you sure?"

"Yea. You showed me the letter, why not?"

"Ok," Ginny said smiling. She smoothed the comforter on her bed and scooted over. Harry sat down next to her, then scooted a little farther away. It's only Ginny, he repeated in his head. "Ok," he said as he opened the album.

"Oh my gosh, he looks just like you!" Ginny gasped as he opened the page of his father and his friends.

"I know."

"Except for your eyes," she said, a small smile on her face. They watched Lily bob up and down behind James. "You have her eyes."

Harry turned the page and Ginny gasped again. "That's you!" she squealed, pointing at the picture. It showed a baby Harry toddling over to Lily, her hands outstretched. He fell. "You're so cute!" she looked up at the real life Harry, and looking like she was bursting to say something. "What happened?" She asked innocently before breaking into giggles.

Harry laughed too. She really was like her brothers. "What are you trying to say, Miss Weasley?" Harry asked in a mock angry voice.

"Nothing, Mr. Potter, nothing at all. I was just- No!" she screamed, as Harry had started tickling her. "Ok, Ok, I'm sorry!"

Harry suddenly realised he was holding Ginny by her sides. He sat up right away, almost chanting It's only Ginny, It's only Ginny in his head. Ginny's face had turned red too, and she sat up quickly. "Ginny, I-"

"It's ok," she said quickly. "Um... Are you hungry? I'm sure there's cake leftover, and I never had any."

"You're just like Ron!" Harry exclaimed, laughing. She giggled too as they headed down the staircase.

"Honestly now Harry, I should like to think you can decipher between me and you're best-" Ginny stopped suddenly, her eyes wide. Harry, who was one step behind, ran into her.

"Ginny what's-" but Ginny had flung her hand over his mouth and pointed mutely in front of her.

Harry scanned the living room. Nothing scandalous in it, remnants food and streamers littered the ground, the Happy Birthday Harry! banner sagging slightly. A fire was dimly lighting the room, chess pieces were strewn along the floor, a few blankets- and a fast asleep Ron right next to them. Harry smiled at Ginny's shocked face.

"Ginny, it's only Ron, we don't need to be quiet. He can sleep through anything." he assured her as he dragged her hand away from his mouth. But she shook her head furiously and jabbed her finger at Ron's figure again. "Look," she said slowly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over to Ron. Harry kicked the blankets out of his way and Ginny made an oomph sound. Harry looked at her. "Didn't quite catch that, what'd you say?" he laughed.

"Wasn't me Harry," she whispered, looking at the blankets. Harry looked to and almost jumped in surprise. The "blankets" had moved. And was now resting it's head on Ron's shoulder. Harry realised they weren't blankets at all, just a sheet of very unruly hair. He had just kicked Hermione.