"Patience," was all that escaped his lips. She had left him to sit, waiting for her majestic return. It had been too long, he thought, their rounds don't normally take this long. She had told him that it might be longer, she had said she was going to talk to him. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts of the teasing cinnamon eyes that haunted him, his eyes watering slightly.
"Hey Harry," a jovial voice sounded as a red haired beauty slipped herself into the seat next to his. He smiled awkwardly, the tear still forming in his eye; she couldn't have missed the pain in the soft green eyes, as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. "Oh my! What's wrong Harry?" Harry just sighed looking back to the tall wooden door, wishing that she would leave him alone to ponder what he could do to bide his time.
She followed his gaze to the door, and then her tender hand touched his shoulder. His eyes immediately shifted back to the light blue eyes that now sternly searched his. "Ginny, don't. Just… just leave it," He choked.
She frowned, "Is this about Hermione?" He looked away and scowled, is he so transparent? Another tear slowly crept its way down his other cheek, but he quickly wiped it away with his hand. She hadn't said anything for about a minute, the silence was eating at his heart. "She loves you," Ginny said flatly; Harry quickly locked eyes with her, searching for any hint of a sick joke. She just looked at him as if he was ridiculous, "She went to tell Ron about what she was feeling."
He looked away from her; surely Hermione would have told him so. His hands nervously straightened his black slacks, and he stared at the flame in the fireplace. He hesitated before saying, "She needs to tell me." Ginny studied the back of his head, before nodding her head in silence.
"Ron…"
"Ron bloody loves her, he told me so. He's going to kill me, or worse: not talk to me." Harry cringed at the thought; his life had changed forever since he had met Hermione and Ron. He couldn't live without either of them and now it was about to fall apart. Ginny shook her head again, and looked at her pale hands.
"I know. He will probably be upset, but Harry. He'll come around, she loves you and you love her. He will have to understand, I know it takes a lot to get through that thick skull of his." Her whisper spirited him, knowing that it was truth, but the foreboding thoughts of the dangers of the situation still wore on him.
The large oak door swung open with a crash, the tall red haired boy had pushed it open furiously. He scanned the room systematically, noticing Harry and Ginny he scowled and headed towards the stairway. Harry stood up, but Ginny grabbed his hand softly. She shook her head again, "let him be. It'll be better tomorrow."
The door to the common room opened again, this time a pretty girl with long chestnut hair stepped through the threshold. She looked at the stairs that went up to the boy's dormitory, her eyes were filled with tears. Harry tore away from the grip of Ginny, walking straight up to her and wrapping his arms around her.
"Harry," she shivered in his arms. The tears still flowing gently down the sides of her strained face; he hadn't seen her cry in a while, he didn't want it to be like this. He pulled her closer; she buried her face into his chest still crying as he rocked her in his arms. He looked around to find the common room deserted, they were now alone in each others arms; something he had desired for a while, but not like this.
She finally looked up at him, and saw that his green eyes had supplied the third tear of the night. She reached up and lightly kissed his tear; she remained there, her lips gently touching the soft skin of his cheek. Slowly she pulled away, her soft cinnamon eyes never straying from his pained green orbs; what was he doing? He leaned down and placed his lips tenderly upon hers. They pulled away slowly, neither smiling nor frowning; he hadn't felt this content since, well he couldn't really remember any other time that could compare.
A smile slowly crept across their faces as their eyes searched each other for any signs of displeasure. He pulled her close again; her head rested on his shoulder as he ran his hands up and down her back. His fingers slowly massaging her back through the rough fabric of her school uniform. She leaned away from him again, and looked into his eyes, "let's go sit by the fire." He smiled.