Chapter Three

Ginny opened her eyelids and sat up in bed in the darkness. Ginny fumbled around for the clock on her bedside table. The luminous numbers showed 04:47AM and Ginny groaned, rubbing her eyes. It was funny, Ginny had fallen asleep barely four hours ago and yet she felt as though she had been asleep for fourteen hours!

She was wide awake. It was too early to be prowling around the corridors, and she'd need a flashlight to help her find her way around. The paintings around the school were extremely over-sensitive; they'd probably have her head if she went walking around with a bright light.

Ginny got out of bed and walked towards the door. Carefully opening and shutting the door, Ginny tip-toed silently down the spiral staircase that led to the common room. Ginny was relieved to see a roaring fire burning, but shocked to see a dark figure sitting on the well-worn couch.

Ginny stopped in her tracks and stood stock still. She eyed the suspicious intruder with wary eyes, until she recognized the familiar messy hair and the muscular figure.

"Harry..." Ginny whispered.

She walked slowly towards the raven-haired boy. The only sounds that could be heard were Ginny's soft thudding of her feet and the slow steady breathing of the sleeping boy. Ginny knelt down beside the couch and peered closely at his tired face.

Ominous black circles were easily visible around his eyes and his weary head was propped up with his hand. Beside him, on the well-abused couch, lay his Potions textbook. Ginny knew he had been studying extra hard to pull up his Potions grade for that year.

The redhead smiled and brushed a stray lock of his dark hair that had fallen into his eyes back behind his ear. At the same time, Ginny was shocked to feel how cold his skin was. He must be shivering, Ginny thought, seeing he had no blanket to cover him, just the fire, but with the chilly winter breezes blowing fiercely outside, a fire definitely wasn't good enough. Ginny crept back upstairs and grabbed her Hogwarts blanket. Racing back downstairs, Ginny threw the comforter gently over Harry and made sure he was well-covered.

Ginny seated herself opposite Harry, on a velvet armchair. Pulling her knees up to her chin, Ginny sat up and admired the sleeping boy. Thinking back, she realized that she had never been able to admire him this close without anyone interrupting the moment or asking any questions.

Ginny sighed, she had had feelings for Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, for five years now. And yet, all he saw her as was his best friend's baby sister, and Ginny knew she had to accept that fact sooner or later.

Shaking herself out of her daydream, Ginny peered at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace. This time, the numbers shown were 05:34AM. Ginny was startled. She had spent nearly an hour fussing over and admiring him! Ginny knew it was time to rid herself of the boy who she had given her heart to but never gotten anything in return.

Ginny silently retreated back to her room and snuggled back under the covers, falling into the clutches of her dreamland.

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