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Harry has been avoiding me.

Since that night, one week ago, when I told Harry how I felt, I've only been able to catch glimpses of that black, unruly hair, or those piercing, bottle green eyes. He'll get up before dawn to get breakfast, eat outside, and then go flying his broom around our land, so I'll never know where he'll be. He'll pop in for lunch at a different time each day, so I won't know when he'll be eating. I've been wondering if I shouldn't just take up permanent residence in the kitchen, so he won't be able to hide from me anymore. The only place I'll see him for more than five seconds is at the dinner table. He can't hide from me there, what with everyone around and all. He'll catch me looking at his eyes, trying to see why he's steering clear of me, and he'll look down at his plate or excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

I don't understand. He seemed fine with what I said that night. Well, at least he didn't seem to be that upset about it. He just wanted to think. I know he did. His eyes can't lie.

I just can't figure out what could have changed.

Lady Luck has decided to be kind to me, however. Mum has taken Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I to Diagon Alley today. I'm going to get fitted for the dress robes I'm supposed to wear in Phlegm's wedding. Hermione said that she would like to come along, too, to see what I would look like, and do some shopping herself. When Ron found out that Hermione was going to be someplace where there wouldn't be any adult supervision, he, too, was suddenly interested in my dress. Harry is only coming because he doesn't want to be left behind, but at least I will be able to see him for a bit.

I'm really anxious, though. When I found out that he would be coming along, I was so excited I would be able to talk to him for a while, and find out what was the matter. Now, I'm realizing that's not going to be as easy as it would seem. What am I supposed to do, just walk up to him casually, and say, 'Harry! What's going on? I've been wondering why you've been trying your hardest to stay the hell away from me lately. Pray tell, mate?' and have Mum eavesdropping on a conversation that has nothing to do with her the entire time?

Yeah. Right.

"Ginny?" Mum is looking at me strangely.

Oh, right. We've stopped in front of Madam Malkin's.

I run to catch up to Hermione, who is at the door already. The first thing we see inside is Phlegm and her sister, Gag-rielle, trying on dress robes.

I'm surprised at Fleur's pick for bridesmaid robes. I expected them to be completely awful, all frilly and poufy-like, with lots of lace, but they are really very stately. They are pale gold, of course, but they've got kind of a square-cut neckline with a bit of an ivory-coloured pattern on the edge (maybe the depth of it will get Harry's attention, if nothing else), and the sleeves come to just below the elbow, with the same edge pattern. The skirt is kind of slim, and then flares out a little at the knee, and just touches the top of Gabrielle's foot.

I rather like them.

Before I know it, I'm being rushed back into a dressing room to put my robes on, and told to dress and come out quickly. Madam Malkin and Mum both slam the dressing room door in my face.

I sigh, and begin to slip into the robes. As they fall down over my knees, I turn to look in my reflection in the full-length mirror. They are gorgeous, but my hair was so messy, it completely ruins the robes' effect. I pull my hair out of its usually ponytail and let it fall down around my shoulders.

Argh. Bloody frizz.

Once I've decided my hair is satisfactory, I walk out into the main shop.

Everyone has their different reactions, I suppose. Hermione smiles, and gives me the thumbs-up, Mum has tears in her eyes, and Madam Malkin looks extremely satisfied. Phlegm does not. Gabrielle isn't even paying any attention, staring at her reflection in the mirror, and Ron is a jerk and pretends to gag. But I am not looking at any of their responses. I am watching Harry.

Harry, sitting on a small bench in the corner, whose eyes are finally telling me his story.

I quickly take note of every emotion I see in them, in case Harry tries to hide them from me again. Shock is closest to the front. A little male excitement, which I choose to ignore. I'm not looking for those feelings. Some angst, next, which is to be expected. Despair, which frightens me. Fear. Some minor confusion. Uncertainty. Insecurity. But what is that, deeper in…?

The feeling is endless. It looks soft and fuzzy, and warm. It is bursting with passion. But most of all, it is something I have never seen before in Harry. It is content.

I don't have time to contemplate that feeling. Madam Malkin's wireless is emitting a loud beeping noise. A deep male voice begins a news story.

"We interrupt 'Witching Hour' with Celestina Warbeck to bring you the following news. One hour ago, there was a Death Eater attack in Bath. It is reported that 5 Muggle families and 3 Wizard families were attacked. As of yet, no Muggles have been found alive, but we have found a few wizard children uninjured in the cellar of one of their homes. The children all attend Hogwarts school, and are named as follows: Hannah Abbot, Marietta Edgecombe, Orla Quirke, Rose Zeller, Blaise Zabini…

The story continues. I am tremendously worried about how Harry is going to take this. When I look over at him, He's not there. Instead, he is outside yelling in argument between himself and Hermione and Ron.

"I'm leaving now, Hermione!" His muffled voice travels to me through the window glass. "I can't stay here and have some jolly time when people are getting killed! Blaise Zabini, Ron! He's a Slytherin, he hates me as much as Malfoy, and his parents are DEAD!"

Harry continues, Hermione and Ron trying to calm him down. I am urgent to make my way to him, but Mum isn't let me budge in my new robes. "Let his friends take care of him, dear." She says to me. I glare at her.

"I am his friend." Mum looks up, surprised at my tone. Her eyes quickly narrow. "Don't you use that tone with me, young lady. You're staying here, and that's that!" She bends down and continued handing pins to Madam Malkin.

I sigh and look back out the window towards Harry. He is still fighting Ron and Hermione. Suddenly, Hermione grabs his arm and says something I cannot hear. Harry instantly looks up at me. We lock eyes. Harry is deciding something. His eyes are so hard to read through the dirty glass…

And he's walking back into the shop. It looks like every step pains him, but he's not leaving. I sigh in relief and put my face in my hands, to calm myself down. 'It's alright,' I think, 'he's not going anywhere…'. Madam Malkin stands up and says she has finished. I stumble back to the dressing room and take the robes off quickly. I realize I need to just see Harry, to be with him, so I can be sure he wont try and leave me again.

We leave the shop, Harry, Hermione, and Ron behind Mum and I. I can hear Ron and Hermione having a row about the importance of a good, quality pair of dress robes. I glance back at them, but I notice that Harry is staring at the back of my head. He gives me a weak smile. I smile as warmly as I can back at him, and fall back behind Mum so I can check on Harry.

Harry looks a little uncomfortable, and averts his gaze, looking forwards instead of at me. He doesn't want me to see into those telltale pools of green, his eyes that can reveal all of his deepest secrets, if only to me. I understand he doesn't want to speak with anyone after what happened today. I allow myself one question, which is,

"Are you alright, Harry?"

Harry realizes that I'm not asking for any kind of explanation, just a yes or no answer. "I'm better now, thanks." He turns and smiles at me, for a second, then turns back. I catch a glimpse of his eyes and see nothing but a secret. His eyes can keep secrets, now, can they? Well, we'll just have to see about that.

I pretend I am satisfied by his answer and, sensing he wants to think some more, hurry back up to Mum. We walk into the Leaky Cauldron, and Floo home.

Author's Note: I think the chapters are generally a lot better when I tell things from Ginny's perspective, so I'm only going to do that from now on in this story. Eventually I will change 'I Know', Chapter One, to Ginny's POV, as well.