A Midsummer's Daydream
By ASortofWing

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to him, either. ; Humph. Also, I don't own Dashboard Confessional's Lyrics. They're just pretty and fitting. :smile:
Beginning Note: Thanks to Lee21323, Schatje, again for their reviews. Hope I can keep you guys at bay. :smile: For everyone else enjoying the story – don't be afraid to speak up! In any case, thanks for reading. (Just for something fun to think about, I wrote this first scene listening to Brian Setzer's "Jump, Jive and Wale" So, just, imagine that in the background. Here we go!)

The story thus far: Harry Potter and his friends have just finished their 6th year in Hogwarts. With the ending of this year, new ways of life has made its way to the wizarding community. With the loss of Albus Dumbledore, the esteemed headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and the ever present threat from Lord Voldemort people are now considering how important being with the one you love is now instead of worrying about their safety in the future. Harry is staying at his best friend Ron Weasley's house with his family for the special occasion of Ron's brother's wedding. After being in the same house as his former girlfriend Ginny, Harry is reminded how much he will miss her. Harry then decides to make his final two weeks at the Burrow lasting ones with Ginny. But does Ginny still love him too? Will their relationship ever be the same?
For the last two days Harry has only done two things: Talk to Ginny and fantasize about her. In an effort to know more about her, Harry has tried to go through her room in hopes of finding a secret of hers with him included. After being yelled at by her drawer – he finally does just that. He now has the courage to go forth and make Ginny realize his love before his time runs out. Easier said than done!

Chapter Four: Notice Me

WHOOSH.

Harry jumped – they were back. He glanced at Ginny's alarm clock and was startled to find that it was already 2:00. He had to leave!

Harry's head was racing. Did I move anything? Did I bring anything? Did I leave anything? Oh, No, No.. This was it. Ginny was going to walk into the room and find that he was there, stalking her like the letch he was. She would then call Ron and Bill who would proceed to thwart him until he couldn't recite his alphabet. But without another thought, he flung out of the room and went down 3 steps before smoothing down his shirt and pants, running a hand though his hair and calming down. He thought if he would act normal, he wouldn't attract any attention to himself. However, in his frenzied exit Harry did not realize he had moved Ginny's rug with his foot – askewing it several inches from where it should have lied.

Even though Harry had reached the ground floor, it felt like his heart was still going 100 MPH. He was working up a sweat in his t-shirt and jeans from narrowly escaping certain death by Bat Bogey Hexes. Despite the fact that he didn't catch up with Bill like he said he was going to, Harry was still glad he decided to stay home. Finding that tattered shoe box was worth more than any amount of butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks.

Most of the Weasley's had return. Charlie had just emerged from the fireplace dusty and full of ash when Ginny fired in behind him, causing him to jump.
"Ginny! Give a man a minute to brush himself off next time?" He said, putting his eyebrows out.
"Uh huh." She said, hurriedly. She past by him and came straight in Harry's direction. Yet, without a hello, she brushed him by as well, automatically going for her room and shutting her door with a great slam.

Harry looked from where she came from to where she went repeatedly. He swore he could see tears forming in the corner of her eye when she passed him. He took a step forward into the living room where Fred and George stood, shaking their heads.
"Girls," Said Fred, as he put the prototype Elasto-Wands on the couch. "Can't live with 'em, Can't figure them out… They're lucky they smell pleasant."
"Mostof them do, anyway." Chimed George, glancing at his brother who gave him a knowledgeable look.
"D'you know what the matter is?" Harry asked. A futile question.
"No way!" Said Fred, wearily.
"We never know what he deal is these days," Said George, sighing as well. "We just saw her coming out if the Three Broomsticks all pouty-faced."

Harry frowned a little. What had happened in such a small amount of time that made her so upset? SO upset to even steal away his Hello?
"By the way," He said, looking in the twins direction again. "Why did you two go to Diagon Alley? Sales?"
"Oh yes," Said Fred, grinning as he took out a roll of parchment from his pocket. "We had to go to Diagon Alley and see what the consumer's thought of the Elasto-Wand."
"And? Good reviews?" He asked, smirking a little. In a time where Voldemort was frightening the very existence of any witch or wizard, he was glad Fred and George could imagine someone waving their wand and getting him in the head.
"Very," Said George, taking the Elasto-Wands from the couch and following his brother upstairs – no doubt to make more. Halfway down he turned to look at him and called, "We already have pre-orders!"

Harry rolled his eyes as the two clumped up stares. He looked at the fireplace as Mrs. Weasley came though it, coughing slightly. Charlie, Fred, George, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley..
Where's Ron? He thought. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't leave him in Diagon Alley to come back alone… would she?
His eyebrows furrowed as she helped Mrs. Weasley with her hat and decided to ask.

"Um.. Mrs. Weasley, Where's Ron?" He asked, tying to to pry.
"Oh, he's still at the Three Broomsticks. Said it was urgent and needed to stay. I told him to be back in an hour." She nodded, giving her hair a good pat while ash fell from it. "Oh, did you have a good time with Bill, dear?" She smiled, bustling off to the kitchen to straighten up.
"Oh.. Yeah. We did." He lied, sneaking away to the staircase again before she could interrogate him further.

That letter, Ron getting up at night and now this? What is going on with him? He's never done this before.

As Harry began to walk up the stairs to the attic and passed Ginny's room he could hear nothing. Silence. There was no music from the Twisted Sisters, no footsteps, nothing. Harry wanted to go in and say hello, but he had the feeling all she wanted this moment was to be alone. So, he continued his trudge up the stairway. If there was anything he would get out of his stay, it would be killer legs.

Finally, the attic. He took a breath inward and then let it out, his eyes narrow. He found himself a little irritated that he had to go around in his and Ron's room to find out what he was doing. Why couldn't he have told him in the first place?
They tell me everything! What is so private that even I can't know about it? I saw Ron jinx himself and Hermione as a cat! What could be more..
There it was. Under Ron's cot was a small corner of a parchment apparently hidden in a hurry. He bent down and reached for it and found that its partner was next to it already collecting dust. He picked up his new curiosity and looked at the front.

From Hermione. He read, as expected. The envelope's flap was dangling from the envelope itself – like it was opened, closed and reopened a lot from when it arrived. Harry took out the read over it mentally.

Dear Ron,

Hello again. I trust your summer is still going okay. I am going to try and make this as quick
as I can because I don't want you to wake up Harry. Everyone just got their school lists and
you said your Mum is going to Diagon Alley to get books tomorrow. Meet me in the Three Broom-
sticks at 2:30 and we can talk about.. Well, you know. Anyway, see you there. Reply if you can't
make it..

Goodnight,
Hermione.

'Talk about.. You know?' He reread, shaking his head.
"I certainly don't." He said, putting the letter back where he found it. Hermione and Ron were up to something. Hermione must send the owl out right after she goes to bed so it gets here duing the night. Then, Ron wakes up, reads them and sends the owl back with a reply?
It makes sense. That's what's keeping Ginny awake, in any case. Maybe if I tell her, she – Ginny! I totally forgot about her. Oh, she must think I'm awful not coming to comfort her, eh, Move, Potter, lets go!

Harry stood outside Ginny's wooden door. From this angle it felt like nothing could reach though to the other side. Though, it was Harry's duty to try – if not he, who else? He took a step forward and knocked softly on the barrier, leaning his ear in closer to hear her better.
"G-Ginny? It's me, Harry. Are you alright..?" He asked, cautiously.

He heard some rustling from inside and then silence. He began to think about Ginny looking up from her teary sheets at the sound of his voice. His cheeks flushed as he heard her voice in return from the other side.
"Harry?.. I'm okay, thanks. Don't let me keep you." She said, her voice trailing off.
"You're not keeping me! I mean, um.. M-May I come in?" He said, leaning in more hopefully after his last word. To be in that room.. with her…

Suddenly, the door opened a crack and in its doorway was Ginny's head and a bit of her right shoulder. Her hair hung down on the right side, strands of it resting on her shoulder while the other side almost hid her face from him.
"Harry, you don't need to. I'm fine." She said, her voice crumbly. She blew a bit of hair out of her face and Harry saw that her nose was a little more red than usual and her eyes were a bit puffy. He leaned down slightly to be more eye-level with her and replied,
"But, I want to."

Inside, the two of them sat on Ginny's white bed in the same fashion; off to the side with their hands in their lap. Except, Harry was looking at Ginny while Ginny was looking at the interesting knott in the floor below her.
"So," Began Harry, "What happened? Was it something at Diagon Alley?"
"Yeah.." She said, beginning to tell her tale. As soon as she said 'yeah' Harry was suddenly angry he did not go with her. Maybe this could have all been avoided and Ginny wouldn't have to cry. He should have been there.
"Are you listening?" She asked, glancing up at him, questionably.
"Huh? Of course I am." He said, snapping out of his self-hatred.
"Well, I was in The Three Broomsticks with Ron.."

Flashback.

The time is around 1:45. Ginny and Ron are sitting in the Three Broomsticks ranting over Fleur's horrible accent and how they can not believe she will be part of their family by the end of the week.
"I mean," said Ron, taking a sip of his butterbeer, "It's not enough that she has to have the most phlegm filled accent, she has to be the most girlish girl I've ever known. Even more than Hermione!"
They both laughed at the thought of Hermione and Fleur battling it out for the title of "Most-Girlish-Girl-ever".
"Right, well, Here's Hermione now, you can tell her all about it." Said Ginny, taking a small swig of her cranberry juice.
Ron choked and began to hurry Ginny from her seat.
"You need to go, You need to go, Um, aren't you and Mom supposed to be going home soon?" Said Ron, frantically.
"What? Ron, what are you talking about I'm not even done my cran-"
But Ginny couldn't even finish her sentence before Ron had pushed her right out of her seat and onto the floor. Her red cranberry juice was spilled all over her white summer skirt and practically everyone around their booth was staring at her. Among that everyone was Dean – her Ex boyfriend. There he sat with his little sister and mother laughing at her. She got up and left, Hermione not even noticing any of it.

End Flashback.

Harry looked at her, a small frown on his face. He felt sorry for her. After all Ron's talk of 'baby sister' and he would no sooner push her off her seat to make room for Hermione? All she was doing was being his sister after all. Ginny sat beside him and sighed quietly.
"And Hermione didn't even notice.." She said, her voice cracking again as she went on. "I thought she would have noticed the juice stains.. but nothing!"
Soon, a small tear rolled down her cheek and she sniffed, wiping her nose with her arm.
"You must think I'm crying over something silly. You haven't said anything…" She said, glancing up at him for a moment.

Harry caught her gaze at the perfect moment and scooted a bit closer to her. The sides of their arms and legs were together now as well as a shoulder and the side of their hips. She didn't gasp, or push him away but just sat and watched him. He took his hand and placed it on her wrist gently, while the other went behind her propping himself up. He looked into her eyes and tried to keep a sense of sympathy in them, even though his smile could have suggested otherwise.

"Ginny.. I don't think you're crying over nothing… In fact," He said, taking his hand from her wrist and using his thumb to wipe the renegade tear from her face, "I rather if you didn't need to cry at all." He added, smiling shyly at her. His hand rested on his jeans after the tear was gone. He was surprised at himself. Maybe he was a gentleman, after all.

Ginny shifted to face him, she still had a leg dangling off the side of her bed but the other was bent with her foot inward. Her hands were in her lap, but Ginny's eyes were no longer on the floor. They were on Harry.
"Harry.. you've been acting.. well, a little distant lately. I know that Voldemort has something to do about it but, I can't help but wonder if I'm doing something to.. "She said, searching her mind for what she could have done to make him so far from her these last few days.
"No, No, No.. It isn't you, Ginny. Y-you didn't do anything. I-It's me. See.." He trailed, failing to finish his statement.

Do it. Do it. You may not have this chance ever again. Do it. Tell Her. Tell her you-

"I love you, Ginny." Said Harry, sputtering.

There it was – the thing he had been dying to tell her since they became a couple. Who was he kidding? He didn't just like her. It was love.
"L-Love me?" Repeated Ginny, her cheeks already red hot. Amazing what three words can change in an even smaller amount of time than what it takes to say them.
"Yes," He continued. He could not look at her and instead stared at his thumbs that were twiddling with each other out of awkwardness. "Yes, I love you. Ever since I left for the Dursley's a few weeks ago and told you I couldn't be with you… I-I've been regretting it."

All of his words were spilling out and there was no stopping him.

"I know you're Ron's little sister… a-and I could be putting you in harm's way while I'm here with you but," He said, looking into her eyes for the first time since he began to come clean about his feelings, "..But I'm here with you. And t-that's all I want – all I've ever wanted since I found out you liked me back in Hogwarts.."
Harry leaned forward a little and lifted his hand up. He reached forward and took a bit of her long silky hair that was blocking her face and brought it behind her ear. He hesitated, but then rested his hand openly on the back of her neck, leaning himself more closer to her than he had been in weeks.

He waited for a response from her. Seconds felt like hours. It felt like they were years older when she slanted toward him a bit and stared into his green, hardened eyes. She could feel him breath unsteadily against her chin. The hand that was on her neck was so soft, but full of unhealed cuts and scars from his last adventure. This was Harry. Unsure, clumsy... but also the one she felt most for. This boy was unlike any other in so many ways.. And he loved her.

"Kiss me," she whispered, shutting her eyes. His heart stopped, started, and overflowed at the same time. He leaned forward and kissed her with passion he would contain for no one else. Ginny was his girl. Always. The kiss lasted minutes, but that did not take away from its greatness. They basked in each other's affection and company until Harry broke away unexpectedly;

"I love you, Ginny," He gasped, glancing up at her before pulling her into a hug – a tight one. He didn't want her to leave him – no matter how clumsy he was.

I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head
where I would impress you
with every single word I said.
Would come out insightful or brave or smooth or charming

"Harry, I.." Said Ginny, a little taken aback by his hug. Maybe... this could work out for them this time.

and you'd want to call me
And I would be there every time
you'd need me
I'd be there every time...

"I love you, too, Harry." She said, resting her head against his neck, warmly. She smiled. Suddenly, it didn't matter that her favorite skirt had cranberry juice on it. Nothing mattered accept them.

But for now I'll look so longingly
waiting...
For you to want me, for you to need me, for you to notice me…

She and Harry Potter; The boy who not only lived… but loved.

Author's Note: THE END! Haha, no, just kidding. I would have gotten lynched, that's for sure. And even though everyone loves a good lynching, I would prefer that it wasn't mine. :smiles, nervously.: Ahem! But, in any case there's Harry's confession to Ginny. I hope you all liked it. The lyric's are from Dashboard Confessional's song, "For you to Notice" off their So Impossible EP. Thought it fit. :shrugs:

For those of you who're wondering about my prolonged thing with Ron and Hermione, that's soon, I think. :eyes dart around: Well, Hermione comes the next day anyway so she has to have some contact with Harry and RON :ahem: But I have no idea. I sit on this computer and write what I come up with. O.o' Tomorrows another day. Please read and review and for those who are doing just that, one, or the other, thank you. You make me smile and continue on with this thing. I appreciate it. See you next time!