A/N: Wee, and she's back again for another chapter! 4 reivews? Aww. Well, this is the next chapter for Quiet, I hope you guys like it. ;3

I'm actually writing the epilogue to It's Ok, it should be out sometime during the weekend. ;D

Quiet, Chapter 2:

The next morning.

I woke late, waking up to a silent dormitory as all of the other girls were out. I took a glance at my watch on the bedtable.

Shoot, I missed breakfast.

I groggily rolled out of bed and threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, and then grabbing a chocolate frog, I headed out.

The Common Room was extrememly crowded, I could spot Ron and Hermione sitting very close together by the fire. It was the first time I saw her since it happened, she seemed to be doing a lot better. Harry was sitting in the corner of the Common Room alone, staring longingly at his two best friends.

I wanted to go over to him and tell him to go talk to Ron and Hermione, but the harsh words he said the night before still were etched in my mind, so I left through the portrait hole and down the corrider. I swear I could feel a pair of eyes follow me out the door.

Looking out of the window, I saw it was raining, my throat hurt from staying in my haven to long yesterday, so I decided to go out.

I made a quick stop by the library to get a book, then headed to an empty classroom in the North Tower.

I loved this classroom. It was never used so it was slightly dusty, and best of all, nobody ever comes here. I sat on the large windowsill, curling my legs close to my chest and resting my arms on them. The room was nice and silent, just how I liked, I let my thoughts run amok in my head.

I rendered reading usless, as I got easily distracted with the soft, soothing patterns of the rain outside drifted me into a daydream.

Thoughts of Harry drifted in to my mind. How could I love him so much when he basically hated me? The desperate look I saw in his eyes when he looked at Ron and Hermione made me want to cry. It seemed that he was avoiding them now, he had used this tactic before and it didn't work. I knew he was going to avoid me like the plague, and I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't know why, why I loved him so much, it hurt, it really did.

The day dream pulled me further in and a fell asleep, my head resting on the cold hard stone, my knees still pulled closed to my body. I slept a dreamless sleep, actually glad for once that none of my bad memories came to haunt me.

I had been out for about an hour when I came back to consiouness…someone was touching me. Without opening my eyes or giving any sign that I was awake, I could feel soft, yet strong feeling fingers push the hair that fell into my face away. Who in the world was it?

I opened my eyes slowly, hoping it was Ron, he was always there to comforting me.

Drat, it wasn't.

It was the last person I wanted to see, Harry.

He was looking at me really strangely, I couldn't tell the emotion. He had pulled a chair over to the windowsill and still hadn't noticed I was awake, he was too busy playing with my hair.

I jerked away from him, what was he doing? I thought he hated me by now.

I moved as far over on the windowsill as it allowed me, protectivley wrapping my arms around my legs.

I could see the hurt on his face, what had I done now? After all, he's the one that wanted me to leave.

He scooted his chair closer to the windowsill and began to speak, "Ginny…" He started.

Great, where was this going?

From the look in his eyes, I could tell he wasn't angry, that was a good thing.

Was he going to apologize? I waited for him to continue.

"I just came to say…I'm sorry for what I said yesterday, I mean, I was really overworked, and I guess just took out all my anger on the first person I saw…" He trailed off.

I thought it was sweet that he wanted to apologize, but I still felt really hurt for what he said yesterday.

"How long have you been watching me sleep?" I snapped, averting my gaze to the window.

"Half hour…" He mumbled.

I turned my head and gave him a good glare, then went back to looking out of the windows.

"Oh come on Ginny, I said I was sorry-" He began, but I cut him off.

"Sorry? Did Hermione tell you to apologzie? Do you think sorry will help me forget every single thing you said to me? Do you think that saying sorry will make me be your best friend? Do you think sorry will make you belive that you were right?" I ended quietly, trying my hardest to keep my voice from wavering with the unshed tears in my eyes.

"Right about what?" He asked softly. Oh sure, now he listens to me.

"Right about me leaving. You don't want any of us near you, do you?" I replied, turning to look at him for a moment.

He gave a frustrated sigh.

" I never really meant that." He said, running his fingers through his already messy hair.

" Then why did you say it?" I whispered.

"Because I don't want to get you hurt…" He trailed off.

Aha, so he did mean it.

"I can look out for myself, thank you very much." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I felt so childish and immature, and my heart was aching me to forgive him, but I couldn't just bring myself to do it.

"No….not that." He said quietly, uncrossing one of my arms and holding my hand. I felt a small blush creep up on my cheeks, what in the world was he doing?

"Then what?" I asked.

"I…I just couldn't…" He was stammering again, it seemed that he couldn't get the words out.

"You couldn't what? Spit it out Harry." I was beginning to grow impatient.

"I couldn't bare the thought of him getting to you, or anybody else okay? But especially you. " He raised his voice again, he sounded like it took a lot to get that out.

"Oh…" I said softly, did this mean what I think it meant?

"Y-yeah." He said shakily.

Wait. Did I hear this correctly?

It had just clicked, and I realised what he said. I put two and two together, but decided to ask more questions instead.

"What do you mean…especially me?" I said, trying to place my words carefully.

"Voldemort." He began, I gave a small shiver. "He always targets the people I'm close to, like Sirius." He got quiet at mentioning his name. "Hermione always siad I had knack for saving people, even if they were used against me. He'd come for you, I know it. He just uses people like their dolls for his entertainment." He gave a shaky laugh, still holding tight to my hand, like I would dissapear if he let go.

"I don't care." I said fiercly. "I've always been a target, my whole family line are blood traitors for accepting muggles."

"I do." He said in response. "You don't understand Ginny…" He said.

Oh, so now I don't understand? Is that it?

"What don't I understand Harry." I said, my voice firm and bitter.

He whipped his head to look at me. He looked…so desperate, it was breaking my heart.

"You don't understand what it would do to me Ginny, if he got you, if he…." He didn't have to finish, I knew what he was going to say.

I placed my other hand on top of his larger one, so that mine were on either side of his. I heard the book fall to the ground with a thud as I shifted my whole body to get a better view of him.

"What are you trying to say Harry?" I said, leaning forwards a bit, my face and his only inches apart.

He leaned forward quickly and placed a tender kiss on my lips, then said, "I love you."

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