Begging for a Second Chance

Colds are icky, dear readers. Nothing is worse than waking up in the morning and having a stuffy nose. I slept so much today that I now have the night time hours to write, so I guess that is a good thing for you guys! Thanks for the help and reviews from Fork-tofu-pingpong-fish, White Foam, MariaCachucha, Hnz786, and Katesmaster. Reviews aren't everything, but they do motivate you to update sooner! And yes, this chapter will only have Ginny/Harry, so enjoy!

HecateMagik

PS: This document was written under the influence of Nyquil…

Chapter 4

Sweet Longing

Summer 1998: Flashback

Ginny Weasley scurried around her room, rearranging the object on her shelves without much thought. He was coming.

She quickly made her bed, unable to stop the shaking in her small white hands. She pulled the pale patterned quilt tight on her bed just as her mother showed her. Molly Weasely would hardly tolerate a messy household, a standard she had stamped onto her youngest child and only daughter. It was quite difficult being the only Weasley girl. She was expected to mini-Molly, always there to nurture and soothe, when the only thing she longed to do was be in the middle of trouble like her older brothers. She never had the urge to be a goody two shoes.

That is why she enjoyed herself at Hogwarts. She was able to maintain the balance between troublemaker and lover. No one messed with Ginny Weasley. But she made sure many boys in the school longed for her.

He was coming today.

She paled a little as the thought crossed her mind again. She walked over to her window that faced over the garden and just stared out for a moment.

Although she was barely 16, she had felt a lot in her few years. The urge to be able to keep up with her brothers, the yearning to be understood by someone when she wrote to Tom Riddle, the fear of being left out more than once are all emotions the young girl has felt. She also is trying to deal with her feelings for Harry Potter.

She sat down on the corner of her neatly made bed allowing herself to think of him for a moment.

She had always known of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. She heard his name whispered in conversation between her parents as she was growing up, and then later when Harry and Ron had become good friends during their first year at Hogwarts. But she never truly thought of him as a person. He was this legend. Harry was what stories books were made of. But then one morning the summer before her first year at Hogwarts, she ran down her kitchen steps and ran straight into him. When she first saw him, she felt her heart stop. She didn't need Ron to introduce him to her. The lightning bolt scar on his forehead was enough information for her. It was Harry Potter, and he was eating breakfast in her kitchen!

It took her over two years to get over he childish crush for him. Her first feelings for him were just out of awe. She made him into this wonderful creation. The perfect boy of all time, one that was worthy of her attention! Expect she had been unable to say more than a word to him at a time. When he saved her from Tom Riddle's grasp, it was amazing. She felt so foolish for having done all those horrible things, but he made her feel that it was ok.

Ginny's friendship with Hermione Granger helped her past her unrequited affections. Hermione urged Ginny to move on, to make connections with other boys since Ginny didn't really know the true Harry. And she had been right. And that is how Harry eventually became her friend.

Ginny plopped down on her bed in disgust. She still missed him, not only her love, but also as her friend. She had been able to tell him things that she had been able to barely think of before in her past.

She fiddled with her hair aimlessly. It was a bright as the sun and almost as deep in color.

She understood why he didn't want to be with her anymore. It wasn't because he didn't care for her. He just didn't want her to be hurt. But it didn't help at all.

Ginny closed her eyes and let sleep come over her like a soft spell even as the afternoon rays poured through the windows. Her heart was coming back to her.

The house that sat in the Burrow was not in the best of shape. If someone didn't know the wooden floors as well as a Weasley child, then they were most likely going to trigger one of the floor boards to squeak.

Ginny's eyes fluttered open when she heard the familiar noise of the wood give outside her door. She sat up quickly, and rubbed the sleep from her deep brown eyes. The moonlight shone through the cracks of her blinds. She had slept the evening away.

She almost plopped back down to sleep when she heard the squeak again. Who was outside her door? Ginny wearily walked to the entrance of her room and turned the handle. There was no one outside, and she felt her stomach to begin to turn. Her wand was on top of her dresser, and she dreaded the thought of turning her back and opening herself up to attack.

She eased back. "Who is there?"

The house was eerily quiet. Then the squeak happened again, except this time much closer.

"Reveal yourself!" she was able to keep the terror out of her voice as she spoke out.

Taking another step back, Ginny reached her arm out, ready to grab her wand, when she felt a set of arms grab around her waist. She let out a small squeal as she fell back onto her bed. "Hel.."

A hand muffled her yell. "Ginny, it's me."

Ginny stared out into nothingness. "Harry?"

A hand appeared out of nowhere and pulled away at the open space. Harry's body was slowly revealed as his Invisibility cloak dropped to the ground. "Hi"

"What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to talk." He got off of her bed and closed her door. "You weren't here to greet me when I came this afternoon."

"I feel asleep." Ginny's heart started pounding. Being in the same space as him was making her nervous. "What time is it?"

"Just after two." He whispered loudly. "Everyone is sleeping."

Ginny's eyebrows scrunched together. His voice seemed heavy with something other then tiredness. "Have you been drinking?" she accused.

He just smiled. "I have no idea why you would say that."

"You are slurring your words."

"No, I'm not."

"Harry," she said impatiently, "why are you here?"

He sat back down on her bed. "Well Ron and I decided to split a bottle of Mead to celebrate my birthday, and he passed out, and I got lonely. And I just really wanted to see you. I missed you so much, Ginny."

Harry slumped into her on the bed and removed his glasses.

"I really missed you" he said again.

Ginny didn't know what to say.

He clumsily put his arms around her. "Didn't you miss me too?" he whispered into her ear. She could smell the honey wine on his breath. It wasn't completely rancid, but it was enough to make her heart sink.

"I don't think it is the best idea for you to stay in here Harry…"

"Why not, I won't try anything. I just want to hold you." He pulled her closer. Her small body fit into the scoop of his masculine one. "I just want to kiss you" he spoke even softer. She felt his lips on her cheek.

"Harry"

"Say that you missed me."

"Harry…"

Too many emotions filled her chest. She had to stop this. She went to pull herself out of his embrace when she felt his grip loosen followed by a snore. He was asleep.

She allowed herself to snuggle closer. "I missed you too, Harry." She knew he wasn't going to remember that in the morning, but she would.

Fall 1998

Ginny sighed as she laid her head on her pillow. Did it make her weak to cherish the moments Harry forgot to pretend he didn't care for her? That night had been like a drop of water in a drought. He managed to wake up before her and slip away before she woke up. He pretended he didn't come to her in the middle of the night for comfort.

Ginny prided herself for being a strong woman, but there were times when it was late at night that she just missed him. And worried for him. She fiddled with the piece of paper that she found on the floor in the great hall. He didn't have many people to worry about him left, and she didn't want him to be alone anymore. How could she get him to need her back? What would Lily do?