A/N: I know I said that I wouldn't bother you guys with these author's notes, but I have to thank all of you, and I wanted to point out that when I was doing that T.V part I knew perfectly well that he had known what a television was, I was merely trying to make it seem funnier. Okay, now that everyone understands I want to thank all of my nice and helpful reviewers for reviewing, by making this a nice long chapter. In this chapter Quidditch will be introduced, you have to remember that they have already had a few matches, bare with me, i totally forgot about it in the other chapters! Ahh, lol, here you go guys.

Chapter 18

Love's Problems

Harry woke the next morning with Ginny clinging to his neck with her head buried in his chest. His right hand was tangled up in her hair and his left was holding her close by her mid back.

He carefully took his hand from her hair and stretched, yawning widely, he then stood up and made way for the bathroom. Harry had to be down at the pitch in two hours for the quidditch practice that he had called, he was the team captain this year. And this year they were much better, especially Ron, he was one of the best Keepers in Hogwarts history. Even though the Slytherins had no reason to sing " Weasley is our King" they did anyway, hoping that it might just help them win.

Next Saturday the Gryffindores had yet another upcoming match with the Slytherins, Harry wasn't particularly excited to shake Draco's hand again this month, once was plenty.

When Harry had showered and dressed he went back into his room to find Ginny sitting fully dressed, on his newly made bed reading a book with a very thick spine. He walked up quietly to her and sat down next to her. He began to gently massage Ginny's shoulders.

" Harry, quit, I'm never going to get finished with this book by Tuesday if you don't quit distracting me," she said as she shrugged him off, trying to keep her face straight, but she couldn't. He had the puppy dog look across his face and she just couldn't resist, Ginny burst out laughing. After a good laugh she lied back down on her stomach, with the book on the pillow and began to read.

Harry couldn't stand it, he crawled towards the end of the bed and grabbed one of her feet, he then began to tickle it very lightly, at first she just groaned annoyingly, and then she began to squirm. Soon she couldn't stand it and she rolled over on her back and pulled her knees up, she took the book and placed it firmly on her stomach and continued to read.

He smiled and went back up to the top of the bed and grabbed his own book, that he was supposed to be reading, from the nightstand. Harry opened the book and pretended to read, after she was convinced that he was absorbed in the book he closed it quietly and ripped her's from her hand, he held her book high above his head so that she couldn't reach it. But Ginny outwitted him she stood up and towered above him, Harry instantly jumped up and held the book higher so that she couldn't reach it.

She began to jump up and down on the bed trying to get the book, but every time she would get near it he would jerk it in the opposite direction. After about ten minutes of playing monkey in the middle Ginny gave up and stood there defiantly with her hands on her hips looking at him with tired eyes. She was panting violently and he was smirking from ear-to-ear.

" Harry,... please... give... me... the... book," she said still panting as she stuck out her hand and raised her right eyebrow.

" What do I get in return?" he asked smirking, if possible, bigger than before.

" Harry," she said in her most Mrs. Weasley-type voice, " I am not about to bargain with you, give me the book!"

" Um, let me think,... no not until I know what I will get in return," Harry replied

Ginny sighed heavily and said, " What do you want me to give you?

" A kiss," he said simply

" Well, if that's all. I can do that just fine," she said as she walked up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. " My book please?" Ginny said sticking out her hand expecting Harry to hand it to her, but he didn't.

" That wasn't a kiss," he said stubbornly. " That kiss at the Three Broomsticks,... now that is what I'm talking about,"

Ginny laughed and stood on her tip-toes, she rapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, " Like this?" She then pressed her lips up against his and performed an exact replica of the one that she had given him in the Three Broomsticks.

Harry let his arm fall down towards his side, he let go of the book and placed his arms around her, as he pulled away from her and whispered in her ear, " That, was a kiss," Then he stepped off of the bed and walked out of the room leaving a smiling Ginny behind.

When he had left you would expect Ginny to pick up her book again and start to read. But she didn't instead she picked up her book and followed him out of the bedroom and into the common room.

He plopped down on the love seat, that face a large red and gold draped window, and began to hum a short, quick melody that Ginny didn't recognize.

She walked into the kitchen, unnoticed, and started to read. Harry continued to hum until he got a surge of pain in his forehead. His hand shot up to his scar and began rubbing it violently, the humming stopped abruptly. He began to rock back and forth, but the feeling that his head had split in two remained and didn't cease a bit.

" Ahh, ouch! God, quit!" he said quietly as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom door.

When Ginny had heard him moan in agony and had heard the humming stop, she realized that something was wrong. So, she got up quickly and placed her book down on the stool that sat beside the bar at which she had been reading. She had gotten up so fast, in concern that Harry was in trouble, that the stool swiveled back and forth like a mad top. But she didn't care, she only wanted to know if he was okay.

He ran to the bathroom closely followed by Ginny. Harry bent over the sink and grabbed a cloth, he soaked it in cool water and put it on his forehead. But that helped about as much as it would help to have Draco punch him in his gut.

The feeling of a knife slicing at his forehead quickly worsened. He was sure that anytime now his brains would fall out and land in the freshly polished solid gold, sink.

" What...has...made...you..so...happy?" he asked to, apparently, no one.

Harry suddenly realized that when his scar did this it meant that Voldemort was around. Harry pulled the cloth away from his head and noticed that it was, surprisingly, actually bleeding.

" Oh, Bloody hell! This isn't possible, What do you want from me!"he shouted as he spun around to face Ginny and shouted, " What,... do... you-" but stopped suddenly. He hadn't noticed Ginny behind him, she looked scared out of her wits.

" Harry, what, or who are you talking to? Surely not me, what have I done?" she asked backing away fearfully, but stopping quickly.

" It wasn't... it couldn't have been,... tell me it's not... Harry is it him,... V-V-Voldemort?" She asked with difficulty.

Harry nodded and then shook his head, " It isn't anything to worry about, he is very... happy about something,"

Ginny laughed nervously and then said, " Nothing! Nothing to worry about? Your scar is BLEEDING Harry, bleeding! Bloody hell, how am I not supposed to worry!"

He shrugged once again and replied, " Ginny, don't worry it will stop soon enou- OUCH!" his scar began to bleed more at this now soaking the cloth Ginny became frantic.

" Oh, my.. what'll we do Harry? You need to go to the hospital wing, tell Ron or Hermione, talk to Dumbledore-"

" NO!" he shouted so loud that it shook a vase that rested in the hall on a table, beside the bathroom door.

Ginny shuddered and looked petrified, she backed up so quickly that she fell backwards onto the toilet.

" I'm sorry Ginny," Harry started as he went over to her and offered her his hand.

But she didn't take it, she just looked up at him, tears forming very quickly in her bright green eyes. She stood up, looked at him with a mixed feeling of confusion, hurt, and disappointment, then walked out of the room.

She tried to keep the tears from falling, but she just couldn't. She ran to her room and flung herself onto her bed, crying uncontrollably. Ginny was crying because not only had Harry scared her by yelling at her like this, but she couldn't stand to see Harry like that. His scar split in two, blood pouring down his face that she had kissed so gently.

Ginny wept on her bed until she heard a quite knock on her door, " Ginny, can I come in?"

She began drying her face hoping that it wasn't noticeable she walked over to the door and opened it.

" Come in," she said dryly

Harry looked down at his feet and began ringing his hands. It looked like his scar had magically went back to normal, which wasn't out of the ordinary here. He walked over to her but didn't get too close, he was almost positive that she hated him now, and he loved her more than anything in the world. It tore him apart to see Ginny like this, sad, depressed, and looking more worried than the time in the sixth year when Ron got his head stuck in a gargoyle, how that happened, no one knows.

" Ginny, are you... do you.. uhh, are you mad at me now?" he said sighing heavily and looking at her with sad eyes.

She just looked at him, tears began brimming in her emerald eyes again, she turned around and sat down on her bed. She bent over and put her head in her hands and began, once again, to cry harder than before.

He watched her figure, shaking madly, tears falling at a very fast rate, she soon began to hiccup. Harry walked over to her and put his arms around her, all he could do was hope that she didn't pull away, but she did.

" Har-ary w-w-e c-can't d-da-te any-m-more," she said sadly looking up at him.

Harry looked at her with the most confused look that there ever could be.

" Why Ginny? I thought you loved me," he said his voice cracking mid-way.

She shook her head and sat back down, it took her a very long time to calm herself down before she began to speak again. She couldn't believe that she was about to break up with the man that she loved more than life itself.

" Harry, I do, I do love you. I love you more than anything, but it, ... it is... we can't date," she said slowly making sure that she wouldn't cry again.

" I don't understand, why must we break up?" he asked looking more confused than before.

" Because Harry, it is too dangerous! Don't you see, he hurt you! Do you have any idea what seeing you like this does to me? I couldn't handle it, and you surely couldn't handle having your head burst every other day. It is me that is making you suffer, ME Harry, it is my fault! I don't want to see you in pain, I am doing this because I love you Harry. But he can't find that out," she said with fury, she hated Voldemort, she had just found the perfect person for her, and he just had to take him away. All of her happiness was soon to be gone.

" No, Ginny, this is the one and only time that I will say you are wrong. I don't care what happens to me, it doesn't hurt too badly, and it will not last long. Ginny, please, I love you, and you damn well know that! With out you what would I do? I couldn't live with myself without you," Harry said holding her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes. " Just promise me this, you will think about this all and consider all of the views, when I get back from practice, we will talk,"

" Okay," she said as she nodded

" I will be back in a few hours. Would you mind one last kiss? That is until the decision is made," Harry asked.

" No, I suppose not," Ginny replied, smiling for the first time in what seemed to be, forever.

He leaned in and gave her a soft, loving kiss on the lips and hugged her tightly.

" Ginny, think wisely, think about you, don't worry about me too much. But just remember, you are my light in the dark. Without you life is like a piece of bubble gum that has lost its flavor, it is bad at first and gets worse and worse the longer you wait," With that he gave her another peck on the cheek looked into her eyes and then turned on his heal out into the common room leaving Ginny to think of a good decision to make.

Practice

sound of whistle blowing-

Harry swooped onto the field, he had just arrived but everyone else was there flying around the pitch, racing each other.

" Alright, everyone, down here. Crevey, you too, hey you Patil! Get down here!" Harry shouted as everyone made way to the center of the field. The seven players ( A/N sorry if I have the wrong number,) for this year were as follows: Harry was the team captain and seeker, Ron was the keeper, Collin Crevey and Parvati Patil were the beaters, and the chasers were a fifth year named Alic Toblet, a sixth year named Chris Andrews, and a new fifth year named Bridget Chevonnee.

They all did very well, Ron hardly ever let the quaffle in and Collin made sure that a bludger never came any closer than twenty feet to any of his fellow players.

" Okay, Alice will you please go get the quaffle and the bludgers? Collin and Parvati, you will have the job, as usual, of not letting those get near us," Collin and Parvati nodded and Harry continued.

" The rest of us will be tossing the quaffle back and forth. Don't drop it otherwise it will result in five broom ups per each time you dropped it. Understood?" He asked, everyone agreed and Harry went on once more.

" Alright mid way into practice I will leave the group and get the snitch out, you lot will then be trying to get the quaffle through the goal posts, Ron make sure non of them get through. Alice let 'em go," as he finished he saw Collin and Parvati race after the bludgers and saw the quaffle suddenly come towards him.

Harry caught it gracefully and threw it quickly to Chris, he caught it and threw it to Alice. The toss was a bit short and she almost fell off of her broom trying to catch it, but when she did she shot it at Bridget, who missed it. She gave Harry an apologetic look and did the five broom ups with no problem. Alice picked it up and tossed it to Chris again, he tossed it at Ron and he caught it. Practice continued this way for a lingering, two more hours. All of which the time Harry was thinking, not about quidditch, but about Ginny. After practice Ron caught up to him and began talking.

" Hey! Harry! Wait up!" Ron screamed as he raced up to Harry.

" Oh, hi Ron," Harry said faking enthusiasm.

" Hey, so how are you doing? You seemed a bit... distant," he replied looking at Harry with curiosity filling his eyes.

" Oh, I'm fine, just been real busy... thinking," Harry said as they turned into the castle.

" About what, when to shag my sister?" Ron asked, trying to make a joke but Harry didn't find it the least bit funny.

With a very dirty, more along the lines of a scowling face Harry said, " You know damn well that I am not going out with her for a good shag!"

Ron looked down at his feet, obviously embarrassed at his lousy joke and replied slowly, " Harry, you know, I was only kidding. I honestly don't know why you are being so... snappy tonight,"

He shot him another nasty look as he replied, " Snappy? That's what you think I am? Well, then if I am so snappy then why are you talking to me?"

" Because you are my best friend! Or at least you are supposed to be!" he said narrowing his eyes at him

" I am your best friend Ron, if I wasn't then why would I be talking to you and not to anyone else!" Harry asked rhetorically

" I donno," he replied lamely

" Look, I had another encounter with Voldemort earlier, that is why I'm so... snappy, I guess" Harry said walking at bit faster with a smug look plastered to his face.

Ron gazed at him suspiciously, then worriedly, " Are you okay? What happened? Was it your scar?"
" Yes, my scar,... it actually burst open this time,"

Ron's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, " You have got to be kidding! It... it... burst, as in... bled?"

" Yes," Harry said nodding.

" You need to tell Dumbledore, or Hermione, Harry! Right now," he said with emotion.

" No, no, there is no need for that," he replied, turning the corner and heading towards his door.

" No need? Of course there is need! Harry, you could at least tell Hermione," he suggested

" Why don't you tell her for me if you are so concerned, but I can't. Ginny and I are supposed to be... planning the dance," Harry said, not particularly lying, nor telling the honest truth.

" Fine I will, and I will have her owl you to your dormitory telling you her opinion. I have to go Harry, Hermione is waiting for me in the library. We are going to start studying for the N.E.W.T's today," Ron said as he turned on his heel, " See you,"

" See you," Harry replied as he walked into the common room.

Harry walked in and slammed the door shut, he looked around the room and found Ginny sitting on the love seat facing the wall, reading the book again.

" Hey, Ginny," he said sighing heavily.

" Hi, Harry, how'd practice go?" Ginny asked putting down her book and turning to look at him.

" Okay, it was a bit rough though, that moron, Bridget, kept dropping the quaffle,"

" Oh, well..., I'm sure she will get better soon," she replied peering over the love seat at him.

" I'm going to go get a quick shower and then we can discuss,... our... situation," he said as he headed towards the bathroom.

" Alright," she replied, turning back to her book.

Harry rushed through his shower, dried his hair, dressed and met Ginny out in the common room. She hadn't moved hardly an inch, the book looked as if it was stuck to her face, and her eyes were programmed to move back and forth amongst the pages.

" Hey," Harry said as he sat down next to Ginny

" Hi, I suppose we better talk this over now...," she said sighing.

" Yeah, ... Ginny-" Harry started but then got interrupted by Ginny

" Harry, I don't want to leave you, I love you and I don't know what'd I would do without you," she said smiling at him.

But he didn't smile back, he just looked down at his feet and sighed heavily, " Ginny, it is too dangerous, for you. I figured out during practice why he is so happy. It is because he knows that I love you with all of my heart, you are my weak spot, and he will endanger you so that he can persuade me to save you and then get killed. He will harm you to attract me. Ginny, I can't let you get hurt... again," Harry said taking her hand gently.

" I don't care Harry, I would rather take a risk and be with you than live a boring meaningless life!" she said jerking her hand from his and standing up.

" I don't want something to happen to you again, I can't let it Ginny! I can't hurt you again!" he said staying on the couch but glaring up at her forcefully.

" You're hurting me now! Don't you see! I can't stand to be away from you, but obviously you want to be, so fine! If that is what you want Harry, then so be it, I only want you to be happy," and with that she ran to her room crying her eyes out.

He just sat there, alone, without a girlfriend, and angry as could be with Voldemort, it was at this moment that he promised himself that he would, kill , him. It was also at this moment that he realized that the Valentines Day Ball, was... tomorrow.

He loved her, more than imaginable, he wanted to be with her, but he didn't want her to get hurt. Harry got up and walked over to her door, he raised his hand in attempt to knock, and then lowered it. He raised it once again and this time knocked, " Ginny, may... may I please have a word with you,"

" What do you want!" she screamed.

" To say... I'm sorry," he said quietly.

" Why should you apologize to me, you don't even seem to care the least about me!" she shouted again, flinging the door open and showing her face. It was a very sad sight, it made Harry's heart hit the floor. Her eyes were red and swollen, her tears had flown all over her face, mascara smeared, and her teeth in a vise-like grip.

" If you are so worried about my feelings, then why aren't you considering them now! I WANT to be with you, and it hurts me not to be! But... you... won't... let us be t-togeth-er," she said falling to her knees and shaking all over.

Harry mentally kicked himself, he couldn't believe that he had done this to her. He bent down on his knees and put his arms around her. She resisted at first but then looked into his eyes and realized that he did care for her, a lot more then she had thought. She let herself be pulled into his strong warm arms, and cried on his shoulder.

" Ginny, I don't know what to do. I want you to be happy, but I don't want you to get hurt," he said resting his head on top of her's.

She continued to cry.

" I... Ginny, please don't cry, it tears me apart to see you cry," he said wiping her tears from her face. She looked up at him sadly and nodded, then she rested her head upon his shoulders again, but this time, trying, attempting to stop the tears from flowing.

" I need to know what to do Ginny, I want to make you happy, but I want you to be safe. When you were in the hospital wing... that broke me down more than anything. Just the thought that if I had of been a few seconds quicker you would have been safe, but I wasn't ...," he said sighing very heavily.

" It wasn't your fault Harry," she said sniffling heavily. " It was all Blaise's fault, not yours... I blame you for nothing Harry, nothing what-so-ever,"

" It wasn't my fault entirely, but I could've stopped him, as a matter of fact, if Malfoy wouldn't have taken my wand, you would have been safe," he said scowling

" You just said for yourself that it was Malfoy's fault, Harry, please don't let it bother you," replied Ginny, blowing her nose on a tissue that Harry had handed her. " Please, it doesn't matter anymore,"

Harry knew that it wasn't wise to continue discussing that night, for she seemed very uncomfortable when talking about that so he nodded and went back to their situation.

" Ginny, if you want to try to continue to be together,... I will try. But if he lays one of his scrawny fingers on you, I will beat the shit out of him!" he said angrily.

" I don't care what he does to me, I just don't want to leave you. I don't think you could ever imagine what that would do to me. I will be by your side until the hell freezes over, and melts a million times over, I don't care if we have to go into war with him. I will be there, just please don't leave me alone, life would be horrible without you Harry," she said hugging him tightly, almost as if she were about to lose him.

" I don't want to leave you either Ginny, I want to be with you too, it would break my heart into a million little pieces having to be away from you," he said hugging her back

She smiled at him weakly and kissed him lightly, he instinctively returned it and deepened the kiss. He pulled away and hugged her again, caressing her cheek, and sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly he stood up with Ginny's hand remaining in his, he smiled at her lovingly and hugged her again.

" Let's go to bed, it is awfully late," Harry suggested as he began to walk out of the room, pulling her with him.

" Um, I would love to, but there is an owl perched on my bed post and I would really like to know what it wants," Ginny said, raising her eyebrows in question.

" Oh, that is probably from Hermione, Ron told her about my scar and he said that she would owl us about it later," he walked over to the owl and gave it a handful of oats, took the parchment, and then it flew off.

He walked over to the bed and sat down opening the letter, Ginny sat down next to him and began to read:

Dear Harry,

I am very sorry to hear that this has happened to you, and I am also very concerned. I am guessing that you have told Ginny, and I am also guessing, by the knowledge that I have collected about you over the past years, that you did not go to Dumbledore. I highly suggest that you do, and if you don't then I will tell him. I honestly think that this is just going to get worse, perhaps leading to another ' fifth year ' experience. If you start to have dreams again, Harry, please tell me, and then go to Dumbledore. At least do it for the sake of Ginny, I know she cares about you dearly, and if she loses you,... well, let's just say that it wouldn't be too pretty! Take care of yourself, and tell Ginny hi!

Your dear friend,

Hermione Granger

Harry folded the letter up and walked into his room, Ginny followed him. He tossed the letter onto the nightstand and turned to Ginny.

" I'll get ready for bed, I will be back in a little bit okay?" Harry asked smiling at her again, as if the letter meant nothing to him.

" Okay Harry, but I do have a question before you go," she said stopping him with her hand.

" Alright, go ahead," replied Harry sitting down on his bed, Ginny followed this action.

" Harry, ... you are going to go to Dumbledore aren't you?"

He rolled his eyes, and looked at her with a childish face that seemed to say ' aww do I have to?' " Yeah, I guess, if it'll make you happy,"

" Yes, it would, very happy," Ginny said as she stood up and walked into her room.

Harry snickered and then went into the bathroom and changed, a few minutes later he walked into his room and found Ginny laying on the bed already waiting for him.

He crawled in next to her, and pulled her close. " G'night Ginny,"

" Good night Harry, I love you," she said kissing him lightly.

" I love you too," he replied.

In a few minutes they had both fallen into a deep sleep, Ginny's was very pleasant, she dreamed of her future family. She was married to... of course, Harry, and had two kids, a red head named Gloria and a raven haired boy that looked exactly like Harry that was named, Randy. They were both very hyper active, and got along very well. Ginny's dream was so happy that it left her smiling in her sleep.

Harry's on the other hand was horrid, he was tossing and turning violently his dream was also about his future family... being tormented, by Voldemort. Ginny was being hit with the Cruciatus curse repeatedly, and Harry was tied up on a wooden beam, his wand laying five feet in front of him broken in half. His two kids, were being strangled in the air and he was completely useless. Suddenly he awoke screaming and being shaken by Ginny.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! It is extremely long 5,013 words. YAY, so happy! Please review, I would really appreciate it!