Chapter Nine: Kiss Me

It was two o'clock. The clock ticks echoed in the Malfoy's living room as she lied there. She could feel his breathing at the base of her neck. His arms held her loosely around the waist as his head was nuzzled into the back of her neck. Goosebumps that had came when he first let out a content sigh against her neck had yet to leave.

She was tired, so dreadfully tired. Slowly, she moved his arm off of her. Moving a bit she held her breath as he shifted before lying on his back. Breathing a relieved sigh she moved away, sitting up she started down at him. She could see behind his eyelids that his eyes were shifting back and forth, dreaming. She stood up shakily. Having her motherly instincts cut in she walked to the couch.

Lifting the quilted blanket off the back of it she placed it over him. She breathed in deeply before walking quietly into the next room so she could Apparate. Ignoring a guilty feeling she took out her wand and Apparated. She landed with a curse as she fell on her bottom. She looked around and groaned; she was at Harry's.

She got back up and turned at the sound of the floor creaking. She breathed in shakily. Harry. Her best friend Harry was standing before her. His eyes were slightly red. Clothes were wrinkled and a bloodstain was on his right shoulder. His lip was dark in the corner with a slight crack. She stared at him and he stared back. Leaving an uncomfortable silence.

She shifted her weight, "sorry." She said quickly. "I didn't think when I Apparated." Harry still eyed her and she looked away. "Sorry, I woke you. I'll leave."

She turned her wand ready. But he said something, which caused her to turn again. "What?"

"I wasn't sleeping," he repeated calmly, his voice was hoarse.

"Oh," she said. "W- why not?"

A faint smile came over his lips. She met his eyes again and saw a slight sadness in them. "Haven't heard you stutter in front of me in ages," he said. "Wish I knew better."

"Harry-"

He raised his hand. She closed her mouth and looked away to the floor. "Where were you?"

She shifted onto her other foot as a feeling of nervousness settled upon her. "Where I was last," she said her voice soft. She didn't looked up when she saw his feet. He was nearing her and she knew it. Soon, he was close enough for her to breathe him in. Besides the slight smell of sweat he smelled of mints…

"Malfoy's?" He asked, his voice cracking. "You didn't…"

She finally met his eyes, "no." She said her voice yet again soft. She swallowed, hard, when she realized how she had forgotten how deep of a green his eyes were.

"Do you love him?" He asked. His breath caressed her cheek.

"No."

His eyes seem to lighten for a moment before going back. "Do you love me?" He asked, his voice now soft. She looked away and his hand rose to her chin and forced her to meet his eye. "Tell me the truth," he said his voice wavering with emotion.

"No, Harry," she said. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" He asked. His eyes flickered again and she closed her eyes realizing it was sadness.

"I'm sorry, that I don't know the truth," she said as a tear trickled down her left cheek. She felt Harry's thumb glide across her skin and push it away.

"You love me then?"

She opened her eyes, "no. I don't know."

Ginny breathed in as Harry crushed her into a hug. He buried his head into her neck, "I'm sorry," he said urgently. "I'm so sorry," he continued. She wanted to ask why he was but she knew why. "I shouldn't have told you. But God, Gin you make me crazy."

"Harry-"

"Here, you can sleep on my bed. I'll sleep on the couch." He said taking her hand as he pulled away.

"Lillian-"

"You can go home too," he added dropping her hand. "I'm not stopping you."

She leaned heavily on the wall and gritted her teeth. "You don't know how bloody confusing this is, Harry." Harry didn't say anything as Ginny stared onto the ground. She looked up at him at a sudden thought. "Kiss me, Harry." She said swallowing.

"What?" He asked taking a slight step back. "Why?"

Ginny licked her lips. "I need to see something. Kiss me."

"No, it doesn't feel right-"

"Harry," Ginny said taking a step towards him. "You love me don't you?" He nodded mutely. "Then kiss me."

He ran a hand through his hair before sighing. His eyes reached up to hers and cupped her chin. "You're so beautiful, Gin," he whispered. His breath curling against her cheeks. She smiled faintly as he leaned in further. His forehead touching with hers, noses side by side. Her eyes shut close. She breathed in and his scent, once again, filled her nose. He leaned in more forward and their lips touched gingerly. She sucked in a quick breath as he wrapped an arm round her waist.

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Author's Note: Sorry, I know it stinks but I have a writer's block. Also, it's sort of a cliffy. D