From Wrong to Right

A/N: Hello everyone! I have this icon on my Yahoo! Messenger avatar, right, and I was just looking at it when I had an idea. And here it is. It took me about 10 – 15 minutes to write, so if it isn't great, blame my friend, Mandy (RoxieSnape), because I sent it to her and she said there's nothing to improve. I'd just like to thank her, actually, for being a top chick and reading this over for me.

So, on with the show!

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Ginny sat at the table in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, sulking. She was sick of everything. Ron being an over-protective prat, her the Order treating her like a child, Harry not noticing her, Hermione being a smart-arse, and, of course, the ever-growing threat of Voldemort. Even worse, it was that time of month. Blinking away her tears, she took another sip from her bottle Firewhisky, which she had found in the basement, and took another bite of her choc-chip muffin – comfort food.

"Ginny?"

Ginny looked up from the spot on the table she was staring at, to meet the gaze of a pair of beautiful green eyes. Eyes she had dreamt of for years.

"What are you doing up?" she said, looking down at the cup in her hands and sniffing. I must look a mess …and now I've been caught with bloody alcohol. Lecture time, she thought, causing more tears to slide down her cheeks. Through the corner of her eyes, Ginny saw Harry walk towards her and sit across from her at the table.

"What's wrong?" He said, watching her intently.

Ginny screwed up her face … she knew she was going to make a fool of herself. Looking back up at Harry, she began to sob.

"Everything! Everyone treats me like a kid, I'm not a kid, I'm only a year younger than that stupid prat brother of mine. Hermione is a smart-arse, acting like she knows everything. Oh, she thinks she's so smart … and don't even get me started on mum and dad and the Order. Oh my god, I'd love to just – grrr!" Ginny held into her bottle tightly, so that her knuckles turned white. "And that bloody Voldemort … stupid snakey man! If he was here right now, I'd … I'd … throw this muffin right in his face and go 'Ha! Kill me now! You can't, can you, coz you gots a muffin in your face!' and I'd … yeah, bop him in the nose with a muffin, I would…" Ginny said, her eyes glistening as she stared at the wall, actually believing that it was a good idea.

Harry frowned sympathetically.

"Ginny – you're drunk. Come on, I'll walk you to your room, before you get caught." He said, moving to stand up.

"HA! Gonna dob me in, are you? Yeah, typical. I knew you hated me. You never liked me, and I loved you for ages and ages …" Ginny broke off and burped loudly, before she looked up and giggled pathetically at Harry. He looked at her blotchy face, her red eyes, the tears that stuck to her eyelashes. She's so beautiful.

"No, Ginny, I'm not going to dob you in. I just said I'd help you get out of trouble." He said slowly, "And I don't hate you … I like you very much. Very much."

Ginny met his gaze with a sulky frown on her face. "You're just saying that because I'm pissed and you're nice … so nice … and prettiful. I wish I could touch your hair, it's so … prettiful …" Ginny tired to stand up, but swayed dangerously before she collapsed to the ground, her dressing gown opening to reveal her blue pyjama shorts and spaghetti-strap shirt. She giggled slightly. Harry ran over to her side and bend down beside her.

"Good night, I have to sleep here tonight." She said.

Harry stared. "Why?"

She looked up at him, "I can't get up."

Shaking his head, Harry put one arm under her knees and the other under her neck, before lifting her up off the ground.

"Weeee …" she murmured softly. "Upsie!"

"I'm putting you to bed …"

"Yay, I like bed. We'll, I think I do, I'm not sure. I'm usually asleep when I'm in bed, so yeah, I don't really know …" her voice trailed off as Harry carried her out of the room and up the stairs. They reached the third floor and Harry opened her bedroom door. He placed Ginny gently down on her bed and covered her with her blankets. He looked down at her as she smiled softly in the moonlight.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" he said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"I love you."

Harry stared at her, shocked. Slowly, her eyes closed and her chest rose and fell silently. She was asleep.

"I love you too." He said. He bent over and kissed her forehead, before standing up and heading out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

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Please review, I'd love some feedback! Something Mandy also told me was I should make this multi-chaptered (in her words). If you guys like this, let me know, and I might give it a go!