A/N: Yes. He is coming soon.

Last time: She wanted to get to her dormitory room as fast as she could without having any disturbances in the way. As she hurriedly tried to make her way to her destination, she bumped into somebody. None other than Harry Potter himself…

She wanted to shout and swear, but decided it was not appropriate. She looked up. He stood before her, of medium height, average looking, dull green eyes hidden behind geeky framed glasses, boring black hair… She was angry at him. Why did he have to act like she meant nothing to him when Ron was there? Why did he ask her to the dance? Why not Hermione? Why did he ask her to something that could have meant so much more, after all these years?

"Ginny."

"What, Harry?" she asked, trying with much difficulty to hide her irritation.

She wanted nothing more than to go straight to her bed. It wasn't Harry that she wanted to fantasize about, but someone else.

"I know Ron kind of um…disrupted us today when we were talking and I was thinking…well…you know."

"No, actually I don't."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Maybe we can continue this talk um…later? Tomorrow at lunch, let's say?"

"I'll think about it," she finally said, and strode off.

She arrived to her dormitory room, put her books away, and lay down. She gave an exasperated sigh. Why couldn't Harry be more like…him? Yes, that's right. Him.

She played with her hair for a bit, twirling the strands of fiery red with a finger. A knock rapped on her door. She froze.

"Ginny? Are you in here?" she heard someone cry from right outside the door. It was Hermione.

Ginny did not know what to do so she decided to speak up. "Um…yes."

"Well are you coming down for supper? It's about to start."

"Um…yeah."

Ginny got up, disappointed, and reached for the door.

At the Gryffindor table, she was terribly distracted. She ate very little, and when she did, she did it in a very stingy manner. Hermione, being observant, noticed, and was confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh…nothing."

"Wow. It's funny how nothing can put you in such a bad mood," Hermione laughed. "Really, Gin, it's not that hard to miss."

"Today's just a bad day, that's all."

Harry, who was in the middle of a conversation with Ron, picked those last words of hers up. He seriously hoped that him asking Ginny to the masquerade did not make her day go bad…or was it because Ron had ruined everything?

"Well…do you want to talk about it?" Hermione asked.

'No,' Ginny thought. 'That's the last thing I want. All I want right now is to go straight to bed and dream about him.' But instead of saying all that, she brushed it with a "no."

As soon as the dinner was over, she left the table without a word. She did not even bid any of her friends goodnight or farewell, nor did she bother to answer when Hermione called after her.

She went straight up to her room, got changed, made sure the room was completely dark, and went to bed. She tried to close her eyes and sleep, but was unable to. So, instead, she lay there, thinking. Damn that Harry. Damn him. Why was he so ashamed to be with her? What was he afraid of? Numerous questions plagued her mind. What was worse was that there were no answers to such awful questions. Then Tom suddenly came into mind. Oh yes. Him. Ginny herself was ashamed to admit that she still felt something for him, but she did. It was obvious. And why was she so ashamed? Was it because…he was evil and she was raised to be good? Was it because…he had never liked her, and that he had only used her for his own benefit?
Perhaps it was a mix of both answers. The truth was painful, too painful for her to bear. She poured out her soul to him, she poured out everything she had to him, yet he gave her nothing. But, perhaps, she had only used him for her own benefit? Just to make herself feel good? To feel secure? The truth became more complicated…and more excruciating. It was too much. It was just too much.
She felt her eyes go watery and tears stream down her cheeks. She could feel the pillow beginning to moist.

"Don't cry," she heard a voice calmly say not that far off. The voice was nearby, in that very room, sounding very empathetic.

She froze, not knowing whether if Tom was really there or not. She slowly turned her head the other way, surveying the room, but could not. It was almost pitch black. Her breathing grew louder and heavier. It was the only thing she heard. Then, she felt a ghostly touch against her cheek, like a gentle stroke of a finger. Tom's finger. Her breathing stopped. It was no longer heard. The room was completely silent.

"Tom…are you there?"

For a moment, there was no reply. Then came one.

"Yes."

"What are you doing here?"

"Why, to see you of course."

It was unbelievable. Memories flooded back, sharply and painfully, but some were happy and pleasing, some were of great comfort.

"No. I don't believe it," she said quietly. "I'm imagining everything. You can't just come back like that. That's impossible."

"Believe what you want," she heard him say as she felt another stroke on her cheek.

"Why me?" she quietly sobbed. Her tears never ceased to flow.

"Shhh…You're the only girl whom I've ever had a real connection to… The only one I can trust."

He spoke with so much fervour yet he pronounced his words so quietly…so softly…

"But why now?"

"I've only been able to get back to you now. I know…it's been what…? Five years?"

"This is a dream," she told herself out loud. "A fantasy. A figment of my imagination."

"Believe whatever you want, my dear, but this is real."

If he were real, he should have a form, right? She wanted to get up, turn on the light, and look at his face, his entire body, and touch it to see whether it was real or not. But all she knew now was that his voice existed, and nothing else. She was too afraid to turn on the light, to see that haunting face once again…

"Why do you come when I can't see your face?" she asked bravely.

"I come when you want me to, but only at night."

"I want to see your face, I want to look at you!" she shouted impatiently.

"Then next time, leave your blinds open, and you will see me."

"And will you let me touch you?"

"Why of course."

A smile spread over her lips. "What do I do now?"

"You sleep," he said soothingly.

So she closed her eyes and almost instantly fell into a very nice comfortable sleep…

A/N: The lyrics are not here yet…but will come soon…when they need to.