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Ginny had avoided Harry for two weeks. Hermione gave Ginny only the dirtiest of looks and Harry had noticed that Ginny didn't want to see him. Ron asked Ginny repeatedly why she was being so weird. Ginny felt like being alone for a little bit, she was just in a funk and all she could do was ride it out. The only person that she had bothered to say hello and had little conversations with was Draco.

"Are you sure aren't coming?" Ginny's friends had been asking her.

Then came her worn out reply, "Yeah, I feel like staying in tonight."

Ginny was twisting her sheets in a huge knot as she moved from side to side. Her insomnia got the best of her, she rose and went down to the fireplace and the couches. She curled up in ball on the couch. She was freezing and she had stupidly forgotten a blanket. Ginny stared into the fire with no real thoughts in her mind. She began to think about when she was little and used to steal her eldest brother's wand and mess around with it, obviously causing some serious damage to her house. She let out a little laugh that was followed by a huge yawn.

Just as she was thinking she needed to get up off her lazy butt to go get a blanket she felt one thrown on top of her. Looking up she was met with the gaze of beautiful green eyes. After a long pause Ginny thanked him.

"I noticed you were shivering," Harry said nonchalantly.

"So." Ginny didn't know what to say.

"So," Harry returned back.

"Oh, the conversations we have," Ginny added humorously. Harry laughed while his head was looking down to the floor.

Harry's head came up again, "What's wrong with you lately?"

"Nothing, just felt like staying in." Ginny shifted to see Harry better as he sat down at the end of the couch.

"Oh, are you angry with me or something?" Harry asked curiously.

His staring at her made Ginny feel nervous for some unknown reason. "No."

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Not relishing being invisible to me?"

Harry caught onto what Ginny was getting at, "I said I was sorry!"

"Relax, Harry. I'm not doing it to you on purpose," she lied.

"How come Malfoy is getting attention?" Harry betrayed his anger by a flicker in his eyes.

"Oh, wow you are possessive. I almost wish you went back to ignoring me." Ginny turned her head away not wanting to have the conversation and hoping that it would end there.

"You're not going to let that go are you?" He rose from his chair and stood towering over her.

"I'm trying! It's not some instant change!" Ginny protested as she threw the blanket off of her. She was angry at herself for being under it in the first place.

A moment of silence again passed and Ginny was wondering why Harry even cared. He was the one that stopped talking to her after all. Why did he think he could just open her up like a book? Why did he think she would receive him back with no questions asked?

"I was drunk you know." Harry lowered his head. "The whole enchanted book incident I mean. I can't remember much but I do remember being hit with a tremendous amount of spit."

In a hushed voice, courtesy to those still sleeping, Ginny ranted, "So that's why you care? Because you're trying to make up for that! I guess you figured that if you pretended to care then I would just welcome you back and forget everything and my life would be made all the more better because YOU had shown some care and concern towards me!"

Her words were spoken with such fervor that Harry was blown away. She turned her back to him feeling the tears well up in her eyes. She tried with all her might to compose herself but the tears only came faster. She was noiseless so as to not make a scene though no one was there to see them anyway. Harry walked around to the front of Ginny but she just turned around again. After the third try Harry grabbed Ginny by the shoulder and twisted her around. She felt him wrap his arms around her much smaller frame. She was pressed up to him so much so that she could not get her arms out from face to return the hug. Harry didn't seem to care though.

Ginny's head rested on his chest and the even, natural beats of his heart calmed her down finally allowing her to hug him back. She hated him, she did! Her mind was screaming at her to push away, go to bed and think of anyone besides him. She forgot about that crush long ago why was she there? She didn't why but she couldn't help getting lost in the moment…

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