Harry sat in the dimly lit room next to the bed. He could weep no more, there were no more tears to be shed. He looked around the room. There was no one there, they were all at class. It was Friday and Ginny had been given an intensive amount of antidotes for her poisoning. Madam Pomfrey had scurried around like a chicken with her head cut off. Harry had sat next to the bed, slightly out of the way the whole time. Ginny had never moved of her own accord. Madam Pomfrey had assured him that she was alive, but it was hard to believe she was. She had been given a massive dose of sleepspain poison.

Sammy was being held by Dumbledore in his office Harry had heard nothing of her but Dumbledore told him that he was not to go looking for her. Harry did not, he was sure his temper would get the best of him and he would hurt her. He would not sink to her level even though he wished he could. He now had a complete understanding of how Sirius had felt. To love someone so much and then for them to be hurt, you want to kill the person who did the hurting. Harry imagined Sirius rage to be somewhat like his own the night he found out that James and Lily had died because of their so called best friend, just his was a little less intense.

Ginny was not going to die. Harry had been assured this much, and Harry had never know Madam Pomfrey to lie. Ginny's breathing was smooth and slow. She lie on her back with her pretty red hair strewn everywhere. Harry took hold of her pale hand and held it tightly. He looked at her face, so calm and free. He leaned over and kissed her lips softly. She made not the slightest flutter of movement.

Harry sat by the bed the entire day, moving only when Madam Pomfrey shooed him out of the way so she could administer some form of medicine. According to her, there was no change in Ginny's state. She said she was not surprised. Ginny had come within a fraction of an inch of death. Her body was probably still in a state of repair.

Madam Pomfrey walked in at about half past nine to check on Ginny. She felt her pulse and forced a purple liquid down her throat. She was about to leave when Harry spoke. "Madam Pomfrey, How come we don't take Ginny to Saint Mungos ?"

"Oh Dear", She said in a tired way, "I used to be the head medi-witch there. I specialized in antidotes's gone wrong, and wrongly administered potions. Dumbledore thinks I can handle this one just fine. As do I, I would not keep someone here I did not think I could not take care of."

"Oh", Harry replied.

"Why don't you get to bed dear", Madam Pomfrey said motherly, "It's late, and I can assure you there will be no change in her progress tonight."

"No thank you", Harry declined, "I just can't leave her, not after what happened."

"Yes, I knew you'd say that", She smiled, "If you would like a pillow and a blanket there are some in the cabinet over there. You may also sleep in one of the beds, if you like."

"Thanks", Harry spoke.

"No problem dear, just don't have a party", Madam Pomfrey laughed and walked away quickly as all nurses have a particularlyfast stride.

Harry retrieved a blue blanket with a matching pillow. He wrapped himself up tightly and pulled a bed close to Ginny and lay down. He took her hand in his and spoke to her.

"I'm so sorry Ginny, I really am. About everything. About believing that silly note and Not using the map. I'm so sorry. And the thing that I need to apologize the about the most is that kiss. Please don't be mad at Lindsay, it wasn't her fault at all. I came on to her. I was really confused about that note, I don't know why I even believed it for a second. I mean it said you were cheating on me with Neville, Neville! I really don't have an excuse, just male stupidity I guess. Just please forgive me, I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart."

Harry wasn't completely sure why he was telling Ginny this now, maybe he was just practicing. He was not sure himself. But he slowly fell asleep, clutching Ginny's motionless hand.

Harry woke the next morning with a very stiff back. He moved and found he was still holding Ginny's hand.

"Hey sleepy head", said a voice. Harry was startled and turned quickly to see Ron, Hermione, and Lindsay sitting on the opposite side of Ginny's bed.

"I brought you some clothes", Ron said tossing some robes at him.

"Thanks", Harry replied groggily.

Harry dressed quickly and returned to Ginny's bed side . "So", He said eagerly, "Madam Pomfrey hasn't given you any news while I was asleep?"

Lindsay shook her head slowly, "we almost had to beg her to let us in. She didn't want us in here at all."

"Yeah", Harry said reminiscently, "she's always been like that."

"Oh", Hermione interjected, "Dumbledore told me to tell you that you need to go talk to him this morning."

"Yeah", Harry repeated, "but I mean what if Gin wakes up."

"If she does we'll have you here in about a sec mate", Ron assured.

Harry stood up and walked away. "Bit out of it don't you think." Ron stated quietly.

"Not without reason", Hermione stated, "He truly loves Ginny, and he feels like he betrayed her, like he might have caused her death by waiting so long to find her, and he can't do anything to help her."

"Yeah", Ron said dully, "He must be about to explode with all that feeling."

"Yes", Hermione agreed. "I think he's quite close to exploding at the moment."

Ron took Hermione's hand and they stared in silence at the unmoving girl lying in front of them. Lindsay sat in a stony silence, her face was unreadable. They sat there praying silently for Ginny, that she would be okay. Madam Pomfrey assured them Ginny would live, but she could not say if there would be brain damage.


Harry walked to The Headmaster's office in a loud silence. Every noise pricked his ears. The sound of his shoes against the cold stone floors echoed miserably. Every time he swallowed he felt as though he were making a great racket.

Harry reached the Headmasters office and hardly realized he was there, he had completely zoned out on his way there. He had let his feet guide him and his mind wander aimlessly. As he was not at the office he had not a clue as to what the password was. He banged on the door and received no response. He named off all the candy's he knew and still no response. So finally, defeatedly he sat on the floor and leaned his back against the wall and waited. He thought back to the Hospital wing and to Ginny's still form. Even in an unconscious state she was beautiful. Her red hair gracefully strewn about. Her porcelain skin glowing. She was his everything. All he would ever want he could find inside her. Soul mates that was it. The perfect way to describe them. They were a perfect pair.

"Harry. You may come up to my office now." Harry heard the amused voice of his headmaster and he rose from the floor and climbed the ornate marble staircase to his office.

"Take a seat if you please." Dumbledore said serenely.

Harry sat.

"I know how you must be feeling, and I think I shall tell you some things of which you may want to know. Miss Weasley will want to be informed as well, when she has recovered that is." Dumbledore seated himself in his leather bound chair and pushed his half-moon spectacles up upon his nose. "So, I have just spoke to Miss Thompson under Veritaserum and I have learned quite a few interesting things that I must also inform the order of. First of all this was not her idea, she did not come up with this plan herself. Though she is still to be blamed accordingly as she did carry out her plan. But her uncle, Lucious Malfoy came up with thisdistorted plan. She was to capture your affections and convince you too come home with her over holiday break and there Voldemort would be waiting for you. He would certainly have killed you as well as tortured you I imagine."

"But Lucious is in Azkaban!" Harry exclaimed having a hard time digesting this information.

"Well yes he is. For the time being that is. Apparently he and his fellow death eaters who are being held in Azkaban have figured out a way to get past the guards. Which I knew would happen. The dementors were sure to side with Voldemort in the end. We all have know it" Dumbledore spoke serenely once more and Harry thought about all that he had just heard. I was to be killed! Killed! It's not like this hasn't happened before but still, this is insane.

"Harry", Dumbledore spoke, "Do you have any questions for me?"

"No sir", Harry answered. "I would really like to get back to Ginny's side. It hurts me too be away from her. I don't want to be gone when she wakes up."

"Yes", Dumbledore smiled, "And she will wake up. I am sure nothing would make her happier to see your face. Run along now."

"Yes Professor thank you", Harry stumbled out of the Headmasters office and walked slowly back to the Hospital wing. He wanted to be with Ginny, but a small part of him wanted to leave this all behind. To sleep. And to forget about this whole ordeal. To leave the constant threat of Voldemort. Why did it have to be him. Why did his life always have to hurt the ones he loved. He hated Voldemort for this. More and more he hated him. Why did Voldemort have to hurt her, She had done nothing but love Harry. Was that such a sin?

Harry reached the Hospital wing and found his two best friends in each others arms and Lindsay sitting slightly apart. She had a blank look on her face and was staring forcibly at Ginny.

Harry took his place next to Ginny at the head of her bed and gently took her hand. It was limp and warm. Harry took small comfort in the heat that radiated from her. As long as she was warm, she was alive. He laid his head upon her chest and it heaved rhythmically up and down. Up and down, up and down. He was slipping away. Off to a dreamy word of light and sound.

He woke later that evening extremely hungry. He looked at his watch which he had been given for his sixteenth birthday. It was eight o'clock and he had missed both lunch and dinner. Ron, Hermione, and Lindsay had left. But Hermione had left a note saying they had gone to the common room and that he should take it easy. Also if Ginny should wake up he should wake them immediately.

Harry decided he should eat something. He left Ginny reluctantly and traipsed down to the kitchens. He tickled the pear and it giggled. The door swung creakily open. Harry wondered inwardly why the house elves did not oil the hinges. They took care of everything else. He wondered how they had overlooked this feature.

"Harry Potter sir, Harry Potter! How may Dobby help you. What may Harry Potter need." Dobby eagerly lapped at his heels almost begging to be given an order.

"Dobby", Harry said with a small yawn. " I Haven't eaten lunch or dinner. Could you get me something to eat."

"Yes Harry Potter sir, what should Dobby get you."

"Uh", Harry said thoughtfully, " you could bring me some chicken and Shepard's pie."

Dobby scurried around the kitchen gathering things for Harry to dine on. In about ten minutes Dobby had collected several pieces of Italian chicken, a flagon of pumpkin juice, a slice of Shepard's pie, and some éclairs that Dobby assured him were the best the kitchens had ever made.

Harry trudged his way back up to the Hospital wing carry his sack of food. He needed to get to the wing soon because he didn't want to be caught in the corridors after hours. Especially by Snape. He would not be sympathetic to his position with Ginny. The other teachers might be, but Snape would probably give him multiple detentions.

Harry entered the wing getting a small nod from Madam Pomfrey and he sat in his niche next to Ginny. He ate his chicken in silence and sipped his pumpkin juice. The food and drink soothed his strained stomach. The pumpkin juice seemed to smooth the lumps of pain in his throat. Dobby was right though the eclairs he had given Harry were incredibly good. He decided to save two for Ginny when she woke up. He took Ginny's hand and kissed her softly on the lips.

Harry still held Ginny's hand and he stared into her blank face. He could not help himself and he kissed her again, he felt a flutter of movement and a slight squeeze on his hand.

A/N- Hey Ya'll! Happy Belated Valentines day! Sorry bout the long wait for an update. Please READ REVIEW!