Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even poker!

AN: Sorry this took a bit longer than I expected.

Oh, and the ship may start out to seem one way… but, it's not. Believe me. You will get your dues if you are both H/G and D/G. But I'm not going to tell you who she ends up with in the end. That's stupid!

Thanks to theopania and MissBlueAngel for reviews! I really would appreciate more feedback though. Please? J

Chapter 2

She was not there, she was watching. Like a movie, she supposed. It was her brother, Percy. Percy had only recently came over to their side again (because the ministry was convinced now of the return of Voldemort) so Ginny still sort of flinched at the sight of him.

But he was asleep, in his bed. Sleeping late, she could tell, because the sun was exposed in the window by his nightstand, hanging proudly halfway in the sky. Penelope, who'd recently eloped with Percy was pregnant, though you could barely tell, the way she gracefully moved to the dresser, putting a pair of earrings on gingerly. She was already dressed to go out somewhere, perhaps out to lunch with a friend, for she looked quite refined, yet casual.

She slipped a pair of pumps on and she walked out into the hallway. The heel of one of her shoes broke at the head of the stairs, and her vision was zipped down to the bottom of the stairs, from the living room. She watched poor Penelope topple down the stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom. She saw the clock. It read ten thirty.

She woke up with a start, breath quick, shaking a bit.

The clock next to her read nine forty five. Well, better safe then sorry, she thought as she headed to the closet, grabbing her broomstick, and running downstairs.

It took a while to get to Percy on Broomstick, his house in London. She hoped she would get there in time. And if not, she hoped it was just a silly, random dream.

She was about to mount when a voice called behind her.

"Ginny! What are you doing?" Of course it was Harry. She had sort of known he was there anyway.

"I can't explain now, Harry. I can't waste anytime."

"Did you have another dream? Was it rather bad?" He asked, concerned by her determination.

"I can't talk Harry!" She yelled behind her as she mounted.

"Take care of yourself, Gin…" His voice faded quickly as she sped through the sky, but stayed in her mind, in her body.

She opened the door, running into the living room. It was ten twenty two. She had made it! If she had only woken up a moment later, it would've hurt Penelope and killed her baby!

She ran up the stairs, busting into Penelope and Percy's room.

Penelope was so surprised to see her, she gave a small shriek.

"Ginny!" She was sitting in front of the mirror, putting on the yellow earrings she had seen her put on in the dream, "What are you….why are you here?"

"Penelope, wear your flats. The heel on the pumps is broken…you would've fallen down the stairs…" Penelope looked at her incredulously, and her husband was waking mumbling angrily.

Penelope sighed, and went over to Ginny, and felt her forehead. Ginny shook it off.

"Check them, at least." She asked, and Penelope raised an eyebrow, and went over to the shoes she had laid out for herself to wear.

She shook the heel of one shoe, to show it stable. She did it to the other, and it wobbled, coming right off.

She looked at Ginny, shocked, "How did you…?"

Ginny just shrugged, and Penelope went over and embraced her tightly.

"Thank you Ginny! You might've of saved me and Rodney!"

"Rodney?" She giggled, and Penelope joined in.

"Percy is very convinced this is a sensible name."

"Tis a sensible 'aim…" Percy muttered from his bed.

"I get to pick if it's a girl. Maybe I'll name it after you, Gin. Since you are it's protector…so really, Ginny, how?"

"I've been having dreams…of things that are going to happen. Surely Ron called you about his jelly jam mishap?"

"I think he might have called the minister of magic!" Penelope laughed lightly, and Ginny nodded.

"Yes…I dreamed about it the night before. And when Hermione's parents got in that accident…well…I was able to call them on a fellytone, and tell them not to drive that day. And then I had a dream about you…falling down the stairs. It looked like you had died! It scared me half to death. You're the only sister I have!" Ginny said this all quickly.

"You have a gift, Ginny. Make sure to use it! Thank you, thank you!" And Penelope really did sound grateful. Ginny just hoped she could always get there on time.

All day her mother kept gushing to her about what a miracle she was. Really it was beginning to get a bit annoying.

She didn't really want to go to sleep that night. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful of the fact that she had the power to save people…it was just a lot to get used to. Was the rest of her life going to play out like a bad comic book series? Or was there going to eventually be a premonition she couldn't prevent?

She had never been a very heavy sleeper. Sleeping always had taken effort, concentration. So if one thing was bothering her, it would keep her up.

Like it did then. She exited her room, closing the door behind her, after about two hours of pensive ceiling staring. She tried to let her steps remain light and soft as she went down the hallway nearing the staircase. But as she took her path, she noticed a light glowing, escaping from beneath the door of the room Harry was staying in.

She stood trying to consider her situation for a few moments, just staring at the door. She felt the floor beneath her creak, he was obviously awake.

She really needed to just talk to someone, someone who wasn't awed by her newfound power. She knew Harry wasn't in any position to be intimidated of her…that he might even be able to relate to what she was feel. The way everyone in her family was staring at her, mouths opened…

The opened as she was standing there, in pajamas, looking a bit ridiculous staring at Harry. He just sort of looked at her, eyebrow raised.

"Er…hello." He laughed, then realizing his volume, covered his mouth, chuckling.

"Ah…sorry, I couldn't sleep, and I was just…you were awake…did you know I was standing here?" She whispered awkwardly.

"No, no, I just had to go to the toilet." He was grinning, so she smiled. It was a rather silly situation, she supposed.

"Oh, you can…go." She said, and he shook his head.

"No, I didn't really have to go… I just felt stupid sitting there, you know?" She nodded, smile disappearing from her face, "Here, come on. We'll have an insomnia party of sorts."

"Thanks. Too bad we can't play exploding snap, that would be fun." She said, closing the door behind her.

"I have a chess set, if you…"

"Naw, that's so boring. I don't get why Ron likes it so much. You would think wizards would be able to think of a more entertaining way to pass time…"

Harry grinned again, and Ginny was surprised about how happy he seemed.

"I have an idea." He laughed. He went to his suitcase.

He poured onto the floor a bag of chocolates and candy.

"What's that for?" She asked, as he sat, pulling out red and white playing cards.

He sat on the ground and he signaled for her to do the same.

"Fred and George's candy. They couldn't seem to curse them."

"They must not be very good then. That's quite a lot of candy."

"Well. Out of every few thousand they go through in a week, they're bound to cross a few."

Ginny sighed gleefully, thinking about the fact that she was sitting on the floor with Harry in the middle of the night and there was chocolate involved. :"They sure are successful though, aren't they?" He nodded, "So, what are we doing, Mr. Potter."

"I, Miss Weasley, am going to teach you how to play a little game those crazy muggles call 'poker'"

Ginny laughed, "Oh, good. I'm always obliged to learn a game that involves candy. Teach away."

Ginny was shocked that someone she had been an awkward acquaintance with for so long was actually getting along so well with her.

She was also very shocked to find she kicked arse at poker.

"I see your truffle and raise you one…three dum dums."

"Well, I fold."

"Hahahaha1!" She did that thing that people do in movies when they win, and she racked in her newly won candy with both her hands.

"You're a ridiculous person." Harry laughed, and Ginny raised her eyebrows.

"Now Harry, you should be nice to me, you know, now that I'm a rich woman."

They chattered a bit longer until Ginny decided to raise the question that had been bothering her.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" He was laying on the ground, playing with the string on his sweatshirt.

She was also laying a few feet away from him, playing with the wrapper of a truffle.

"Why couldn't you sleep." She was actually quite tired then, and didn't have the effort to make it sound like a question.

"Oh, you know." He chuckled, but Ginny watched him closely to see he looked sort of uncomfortable at her question, "Everything."

"No." She rolled onto her side, "Really."

"It's nothing, Ginny."

"I wish…you'd let me be your friend Harry."

"We are friends!" He replied defensively, "Strangers don't play poker with candy at three in the morning."

"No, I mean…Oh, nevermind, Harry, you're impossible." She had been hoping for a little too much, she supposed. Her stomach had been going insane the whole time anyway. Most friends weren't secretly desperately in love with the other one, so it wouldn't have worked out anyway.

"Good night, Harry."

"Aw, Ginny, I just…"

"Nah, Ron will be up soon, you can tell him, then."

She stormed out, feeling totally ridiculous. She wasn't even remotely close to Harry. She wasn't in the position to blow what she barely had already!

She went and stormed into her bed, the sun rising, not aware of the horror she would wake with.

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