CHAPTER 11

SOMEDAY

Ginny sat in the staff room of St Mungo's eating a sandwich flicking idly through the latest issue of witch weekly. She exhausted, she had spent all of last night out with Colin and Dan, and although she hadn't had anything to drink she was still drained. She had already been working for four hours and she had another five to go before she could eventually go home and get some well-deserved rest.

Andrew stepped into the airy staff room, letting the door slam behind him; he smiled at Ginny before extracting a packed lunch from his backpack that he had hung up on a hook underneath his cloak. He sat down opposite Ginny and started unpacking his lunch.

As he ate his sandwich Ginny studied him carefully, he had not acted any differently towards her since she had received the poem, maybe it isn't even him she thought to herself, taking another bite out of her lunch. But then who else could it be? She let her mind wander and she came across no-one that she knew that would ever write something like that for her. Across the table Andrew was still chewing on his dinner, she watched as he filled in a form whilst he ate, his sandy blonde hair flopping down into his brown eyes. He seemed the type to be able to write something like that, sophisticated, intelligent, caring. But even though Ginny knew that Andrew was all of those and more she still felt nothing for him, apart from friendship. She had known from day one that she would never love anybody apart from Harry, why couldn't he write her a poem like that? Why couldn't he do something, anything to clear the air between the. He had just let it stand like it was, perhaps he didn't want to bother with her after all, perhaps he had just told her what he had done to clear his conscience, perhaps he didn't even want to give it another go.

"I'm sorry I can't really talk Gin, I really have to get this don't, please don't think I'm being rude." Andrew said abruptly, he must've noticed her confused expression and assumed he was the cause.

"Oh no, it's all right I understand, I don't think you're rude, please carry on. I've just got a lot on my mind that's all."

"Really? Anything I can help with?" Andrew asked concernedly, putting aside his paperwork and giving her his full attention.

"Oh it's nothing really.'' Ginny said blushing under his intense gaze. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure, because really if there is anything wrong I just want you to know that I am here for you.'' He said leaning across the table and placing his large hand on top of her hand that lay flat on the table.

"Yes I'm sure, thanks anyway though.'' Ginny replied awkwardly looking down at their hands. Maybe she was wrong; maybe it was him after all. "I should really get back down there.''

"Yes I suppose you'd better, we're a bit short of staff today.'' Andrew said, although he still hadn't removed his hand.

Ginny looked on as she gently slid her hand out form under his, and gave him an awkward smile. "Well I suppose I'll see you later.'' She said walking out of the door and back down the stairs.

"Yeah I'll definitely see you later.'' Andrew said quietly to her retreating back as the door closed behind her, he stared after her for a moment, before dragging his gaze back down to the parchment in form of him.

Ginny walked hurriedly around the corner and stopped in her tracks. What the hell had all that been about? Since when did Andrew talk to her like that? Since when did he look at her like that? He had always been slightly flirty with her, but this time it felt different. But still Ginny felt nothing for him, perhaps it was because she hoped deep down inside that the poem hadn't been sent by Andrew, Ginny knew it was stupid and that all the evidence was pointing towards him as her secret admirer, but a part of her hoped that it was the man with deep green eyes and messy black hair who had haunted her dreams since the night of the party.

"I can't believe you did this Ron, I told you it was a secret." Harry shouted at Ron, advancing on him slowly.

"I'm sorry mate, I only told Hermione though, and she's not going to tell anyone."

"He's right you know Harry I swear I won't tell a soul.'' Hermione said, trying to keep her tone of voice serious. Ron had told her a couple of night's ago that Harry had confessed to him that he was still in love with Ginny, and of course she had to pretend to be shocked, if Ron found out that she had known all along he would go mental.

"Oh sure, I honestly can't believe you Ron, how thick can you get, she's one of Ginny's best friends of course she'll say something. Why do you think I only told you.'' Harry said sneaking a sly glance at Hermione who was trying desperately not to laugh at the appalled look on Ron's face.

"I'm sorry mate, I just didn't think." Ron said honestly, pleased to see that Harry had backed away from him. "Tell him Mione, you won't tell Gin, will you?''

"I promise Harry I won't tell her. I'm quite good at keeping secrets.''

"Good, you'd better be.'' Harry said turning away from the pair of them to hide the smile threatening to escape from his lips.

"Sorry mate, I just didn't know it was such a big secret.''

"Of course it's a secret, what would happen if Ginny found out. She'd just think I was even more stupid than she already does. How pathetic would that make me look? I hurt her all those years ago and now I want her back, because I've realised what an idiot I was.''

"That doesn't make you look stupid Harry.'' Hermione said tentatively.

"Maybe not, but it would if Ron went and told her that I still loved her, it would be like being back in school."

"What do you mean?'' Ron asked

"Oh my friend fancies you will you go out with him?'' Harry said in a high-pitched girly voice. "Well I'm sorry that just doesn't cut it anymore, she's a beautiful grown woman, she deserves a lot better than that. I have to win her back somehow, I have to make her see that I've grown up and that I'm not some stupid idiot." Harry said passionately.

"But you are a stupid idiot.'' Ron said.

"Well I don't want her to know that."

"She already does.''

"Shut up Ron, you're not helping.'' Harry said irately, grinning at his friend.

"Harry.'' Hermione piped up quietly from the chair she had taken a seat in while she listened the two men's banter, sometimes when watching them she would be taken back to their days at Hogwarts, the three of them staying up late, alone in the common room, hatching plans and making up new adventures. They were still the same boys they had been all those years ago.

"Yeah.'' Harry said, turning top face Hermione.

"Sorry to burst your bubble.'' She began tentatively. "But it seems that Ginny has another man trying to win her heart."

"What!" Harry said shocked. "How do you know?''

"She told me the other day, someone sent her a poem, a very romantic poem, and honestly it was amazing. Ginny didn't stop talking about how well written and amazing this poem was.''

"Oh right.'' Harry said he was interested now. "Did she say who sent it?''

"No there was no name.'' Hermione said, "But she thinks its someone from the hospital. A man named Andrew; apparently he's been flirting ever since she got there.

Harry's face fell; it had never occurred to him that Ginny would think that the letters were from someone else. He cursed himself for being so stupid, of course it could be anyone, she was a beautiful girl, she probably attracted loads of attention in St Mungo's. This Andrew bloke had probably been sniffing around her ever since he first laid eyes on her.

"Are you alright mate?'' Ron asked after the silence had stretched on uncomfortably long. Harry had just stood there open mouthed.

"Do you want us to leave?'' Hermione asked gently putting her arm around Harry's shoulder.

"Yes, I need to be by myself.'' Harry said slowly lowering himself into a chair, hardly noticing Ron and Hermione apparating out; he couldn't believe he had been so stupid, what was he going to do now. Ginny thought this Andrew bloke had written it for her, had it not even occurred to her that he had written it. Did she not think about him at all?

Harry sat and started at the wall in front of him, time ticked by as he sat still and silently thought. This was not how he hoped it would go. Why didn't he just sign his name, why didn't he just go and see her and tell her how he felt? Why couldn't things ever go simply for him? After hours of thinking and painfully going over memories of her face and her smile, the sound of her laugh, the heat of her touch, he could bear it no longer he got up and went to his desk and pulled out a quill, ink and a blank piece of parchment. He would get her back he had to, he wasn't whole without her, he could never be truly happy if she wasn't a part of his life.

He would write her another poem, he would leave a clue as to his true identity, and he would send her a poem everyday, every time leaving more clues. He would write her a poem a day for the rest of his life if he had to, he needed her back. She was meant to be with him, they were meant to be together. He pulled the soul stone out of his pocket and started at it longingly. Someday.

Ginny sat in front of her mirror and sighed as she magically removed her makeup. Another day over with, another day closer to completing her training, but still she was no closer to finding out the true identity of the mystery poem writer. Her eyes scanned her dressing table and came to rest on the small wooden jewellery box that her father had made for her when she was a little girl, she had never had much jewellery but it was special to her. She opened the lid that had her name carved magically into it, and looked inside the red silk lined box. The first thing she laid eyes on was a golden locket on a fine delicate golden chain, this was the most expensive piece of jewellery she had ever had, and the most precious to her. It was the locket that Harry had given to her. She smiled fondly at the memory; it felt like a million years ago. When it had been all right for her to hug him whenever she felt like, when it had been ok to kiss him, when she fell asleep with him every night.

She opened the locket carefully, hoping that it still worked, Harry had assured her that it would never stop, and it would always be there.

"I'll be your dream

I'll be your wish

I'll be your fantasy

I'll be your hope

I'll be your love

Be everything that you need

I'll love you more with every breath

Truly madly deeply do."

The words poured out of the tiny locket, filling the air around her with warmth and love. She was taken back to the night they danced to this song, Harry had held her closely and together they had swayed back and forth, oblivious to everyone and everything around them. They were the only ones that had mattered then. That was how it should still be Ginny thought sadly as the words of the song echoed in her head.

"I want to stand with you on a mountain

I want to bathe with you in the sea

I want to stay like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me

I want to live like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me"

She shut the locket sadly, tears falling from her eyes. But instead of putting the locket back into the jewellery box, she undid the clasp and fastened it around her neck. Suddenly she felt very lonely.

(A.N hey guys, I know this is a lot shorter than the last few chapters but I wanted to get something out for you all, this is sort of like a filler chapter, the next one will be a lot longer I promise. Hope you like. Please read and Review thanks xxxxx)