A/N: Sorry it took so long for this to get up, but I was kinda not allowed to upload until today (Jan 7) because I got in trouble for having the same story and ginny-and-moony-rock. We made it together though! We both deserve credit! LoL. Anywayz, if u did read that and if u enjoyed it, we're probably gonna put it up on a new account that we're gonna share. I'll tell you about that l8r. ok, so I'll quit boring you and let u read already!

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Chapter Seven - Meetings at Midnight.

November came and went and nothing much changed. I continued to ignore Harry and avoid Dean. I was pushing away both the boy I loved and the boy I pretended to love and it made me feel horrible about myself. I didn't know why I did it.

If I wouldn't have acted so stubborn and selfish, I might have tried to figure out how Lila knew about the Sirius thing when nobody had told her about it, but although I knew it was Lila lying and not Harry, I wouldn't admit it to myself.

That November was probably the worst month in my life. I don't remember ever feeling that lonely. When I continued to ignore Harry even after Halloween, Ron got mad at me and wouldn't let me do anything with him. We constantly fought; not just about Harry, but about pretty much everything. I always fought with Ron, he was my brother. I just never got to a point where I wished he wasn't related to me.

Throughout the whole month, I continuously tried to think of a way that I could break up with Dean without hurting him. I couldn't handle being his girlfriend. Every time he leaned in to kiss me and I either avoided it or didn't enjoy it, I felt guilty. What I was doing wasn't right. I wasn't they type of girl that felt it was ok to have a boyfriend while loving someone else.

By the beginning of December however, I didn't need to worry about me breaking up with him any more because he dumped me first.

I was sitting in the common room, doing homework when Dean came in. I pretended I was very absorbed and that I didn't notice him; it didn't work.

"Ginny, can I talk to you fro a moment?" He sounded serious. I wondered what it could be about.

"I've got a lot of homework. How 'bout a little later?" I gave him a fake smile that I had learned to perfect.

"It'll be quick, I promise."

"Okay fine." I said putting my quill down and turning to face him.

"Okay well. um. maybe I should just get to the point. Do you still even WANT to go out with me?

"Well, um, see I do, I've just been--"

"Ginny it's ok, really!" Dean cut me off. There was silence between us for a minute.

"I'm sorry Dean." I said as I lowered my head. "I don't know what happened"

"Its ok." and he kissed my cheek, got up and walked back out of the common room.

I tried going back to my homework, but I couldn't concentrate. I was feeling a million emotions all at once and I just couldn't sort them out. My thoughts dragged me away from my homework and into a trance of deep thought.

Dean had just dumped me. Not in a bad way or anything, I mean, he dumped me because he knew I wanted to be dumped, so why was I feeling so miserable? I was one step closer to Harry now. kind of.

For half an hour, thoughts like this swam through my head but quickly drowned when another thought swam in.

By eight, I heard Harry and Ron come into the Common Room, back from Quidditch practice. I ignored them, pretending to be deeply involved in my homework.

"Well, I think we should tell Dumbledore." It was Ron who was speaking.

"Oh come on! Its not like something like this hasn't happened before." Harry responded. What were they talking about?

"Yeah! But he practically tried to kill you!"

"He always tries to kill me Ron! Its nothing new."

"He was calling your name, chasing you around on his broom threatening to throw the bludger to your head while mumbling some charm to make your broom not fly well."

I turned around.

"Are you talking about Malfoy?" I couldn't help myself.

"I thought you weren't talking to Harry." Ron spit out. Oh god. Why did I have to open my stupid mouth? It was bad enough to ignore him, but what was I supposed to do now?

"I'm asking you, Ron." I felt horrible.

"Well I'm not talking to you!"

"You just did."

"Shut up."

"Yes, Ginny we were talking about Malfoy." Harry said in an inpatient tone. I looked up at him. It was the first time I looked him in the eye for in at least a month. I held his glance for a moment and then he turned away. Why was I always the last one to let go?

"Why did you just tell her that!?" Ron asked Harry.

"Leave it Ron, we have to do homework." The two of them sat on the opposite side of the common room.

I was up until two in the morning finishing homework. I kept on distracting myself with thoughts of Harry, or Dean, or Hermione, or Lila or pretty much anyone in the whole school.

By ten o'clock, I couldn't take just sitting there anymore so I got out of my chair and left the Common Room. Not knowing where I was going, I started wandering around the castle, turning left or right when I felt like it.

After a while, I came across an old and rusted door. I had never seen it before and curiosity got the best of me. Slowly, I opened up the door and went inside.

It was a very large room and was dimly lit by a small torch in each corner. The walls were painted a bluish gray color and the floor was made up of dusty tiles of which the color reminded me of Lila's aqua jumper, only the tiles were a few shades darker.

From where I stood, I could see nothing in the room. It just looked like a waste of big space.

I slowly walked towards the center, not sure why I was even bothering to be in there. For a few minutes, I stood in the middle of the dim, dirty room looking around me, seeing nothing.

Then, I finally noticed something. It was an old desk with a drawer that looked tightly shut with a key stuck into the keyhole. The key had a greenish look to it; that drawer obviously hadn't been opened in ages.

As I moved closer, it began to move. At first, I jumped back; then however, I decided that I just had to know what it was and so I moved closer towards the desk.

Slowly but surely, I approached it, eventually reaching the old desk. My hand reached out and I turned the key. I was about to actually open the drawer when I realized why it could have moved in the first place. Could it have been. a bogart?

I was too late though, if I didn't want whatever it was to come out of the desk, I shouldn't have even unlocked it.

The drawer flew open. At first, all I saw was white dust come out of it. Then, suddenly, a form began to appear. No, wait. two forms.

I was scared stiff, I wanted to run out of the big room but my feet wouldn't let me. It was a bogart, it must have been. I didn't even know what to expect it to turn into; I didn't know what my biggest fear was.

The two figures began to appear more detailed. One of them was a girl with red hair. Was that me? As the details came into place, I saw that the girl WAS me.

My biggest fear was myself? That couldn't be possible. I then looked at the other person. It was a boy. Now he was forming into someone I knew too.

Messy jet black hair, glasses, amazing green eyes, it was Harry. And then, I saw myself and the boy I loved making out.

I hated just standing there and watching. How was this my biggest fear?

Maybe it wasn't a bogart. It might have been something like the mirror of erised, showing what you want most.

I watched us making out for a few minutes, not feeling any emotion, only emptiness, like I had a heart made out of stone. I watched our lips slowly break apart. Bogart Harry and myself just stood there, looking at each other for a moment when I suddenly mouthed those three words that can change someone's life.

"I love you." Mouthed the bogart me.

I knew what I had to do. I knew the spell I had to cast to make it go away. I couldn't reach for my wand though. All I could to was watch the bogart.

iNo/i I though to myself. iI'm strong now, remember? I can do this./i I reached for my wand while I gave myself a reason for being strong. iI can do this for Harry./i

I stopped reaching for my wand. I didn't know what was wrong with me.

I could do nothing but stare at that bogart. After at least ten minutes, I finally came to my senses and out of instinct, I pulled out my wand.

"Riddikulus!" I shouted while I pretended I was at home during summer vacation with no worries at all.

It disappeared and I let out a sigh of relief, not bothering to worry about what the bogart had shown me just yet.

"Excellent job, Ms. Weasley." said a calming voice from behind me. I let out a short cry of fright and turned around.

"P-Professor Dumbledore! I-I didn't know you were here."

"Well of course you didn't! If you knew I was here you would have tried to hide and you certainly wouldn't have opened that drawer knowing it was in front of me." I turned bright red realizing what he had seen the bogart turn into.

So that was really a bogart?" I asked.

"Yes, it most certainly was."

"Aren't- aren't bogarts supposed to show your deepest and darkest fear?"

"Yes." He said simply.

"B-but THAT definitely wasn't something I feared! Why would I fear. um. well, kissing Harry?" I was so embarrassed to be having this conversation with Dumbledore.

"For some people, their biggest fear isn't all that obvious. There are people like you, who have to look for the deeper meaning of the bogart, not the obvious." I didn't get it.

"Things and people aren't always what and whom they seem to be."

"How do you know what my bogart means I don't?"

"A simple hunch." He said in his wise old voice.

"Remember Ginny," Dumbledore continued. "Running away doesn't make you love someone less. That's what it may feel like, but subconsciously you'll only long for them more then ever." He paused for a minute, watching my confused yet amazed expression. "Don't be afraid of what happens if and when it is his time to go," Dumbledore was talking about Harry, I knew it. "Pretending not to love him will make it even harder." I couldn't say anything, I just stared at Dumbledore. "Now I'd go and finish up your homework if I were you." It really freaked my out how he seemed to know everything that went on around Hogwarts.

"Y-yes sir, goodnight." And I staggered out of the room.

It was ten forty five and I still had to finish my homework, I didn't want to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room yet though, so I continued to wander around, wishing I had borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak. not that he would have let me.

I couldn't believe what my bogart was. I just didn't understand it. How could kissing Harry be my biggest fear? Isn't it what I've dreamed of since before I began at Hogwarts? I thought I would have seen that in the mirror of erised, not as my bogart!

I walked through the castle, passing rooms I'd never seen before, my body numb, and my mind confused.

Suddenly, I heard my name being called. I recognized the voice. It seemed loud and obnoxious even though the voice was calling my name just above a whisper. I kept walking, scared to turn around.

"Ginny!" I heard again. The voice sounded anxious and I stopped walking. Slowly, I turned the other way. My mouth opened when I saw who it was.

"I have to talk to you!" said Draco Malfoy, sounding less confident than his usual vain self.

"What do you want?" I asked vigorously, really not in the mood to put up with Malfoy after what I had just been through.

"I'm not here to hurt you! I swear!" he pleaded. I couldn't believe he expected me to trust him though. I didn't say anything, I just watched him. Seeing that I wasn't going to say anything, he continued speaking.

"Listen Ginny, I know you hate me and I know Harry does too, as well as pretty much all the Gryffindors - and I hate them too, mind you - but I'm not like my father. I don't want You-Know-Who back in power. That's why I need to tell you this." Malfoy said this all very quickly and I could barely believe what he was saying.

"Granger. well, I don't think she really loves Krum. I think he's putting her under some kind of spell." I thought he was finished but then Draco said one more thing. "And don't tell anyone about this, please. If my father found out, well, I don't know what he'd do to me." All I could do was stare at him. Without changing my opened moth and wide eyed expression, I turned around and walked away from Malfoy not uttering a word.

So Malfoy actually wasn't trying to be mean to Harry that day on the quidditch field. My brain felt like it was about to explode. I couldn't handle everything that was being thrown at me. Deciding that I better go finish my homework, I walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room. My brain was overloaded, yet I walked back to the common room thinking about absolutely nothing.

It was midnight by the time I sat down to do my work. At two o'clock, I finally finished, surprised and how well I was able to concentrate for two hours despite what I just had went through. I guess I saw it as an escape. Maybe that's why Hermione worked so hard. well up until that year in any case.

I went to sleep thinking about the vacation that was so close by. I was acting so unlike me. I never ran away like that. I was the type of person that always stayed up for hours at night, just thinking about my problems, trying to sort it out in my own brain, safe and warm in my own bed, not having to worry about people seeing my tears.

Not then though, for once, I was just way too overwhelmed and I just couldn't face it.

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A/N: ok, there! Did u like it? Review and tell me what u think!!! I'll try and hurry up with chapter eight, but that might be hard, cuz school's starting again (self explanatory) and the chapters are getting harder to write since now I have to bring it all together. I'll get it up though, I promise!!!