Recap (for laine because she reads too much)

'I'm sorry, Harry.'

It was then that something happened.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but did not say anything. Suddenly his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he fell sideward, unconscious before he hit the ground. Ginny felt a searing pain as the knife scraped across her neck, falling to the floor with Harry. In a few precious moments of confusion between the death eaters, Ginny formulated a plan, and put it to action.

She grabbed Harry and apparated.

Chapter 13: Forgiveness

Ginny appeared in the back room of the three broomsticks, with the still unconscious Harry next to her. She was breathing heavily, and she could feel blood pouring down her neck in a slow red river. She knew they both needed to get to the hospital wing, fast, and she was the only one who could do it.

Thinking desperately of another way besides on foot to get to Hogwarts, she spotted a fireplace. There was luckily, a bag of floo powder above it.

With a sigh of relief she dragged Harry over to it, grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fire. She pulled Harry into the green fire and shouted 'Hospital Wing, Hogwarts!'

She stumbled out of the fireplace with the limp Harry, to find herself in the hospital wing. She fell to the floor as her legs gave way beneath her, and fell down with Harry. She felt extremely weak, but would not allow unconsciousness take her. The top of her top was soaked with blood, and the flow still hadn't stopped. As much as she could feel her body wanting to shut down, she knew she needed to tell Madame Pomfrey what had happened.

She looked up at the wing, but it was deserted.

Desperately she called out weakly.

'Help.' She said. Though Ginny could barely hear it herself, so she doubted that any other being could.

She took a deep breath, and tried again.

'Madame Pomfrey.'

The call was slightly louder this time, but she knew it was still not loud enough.

She let her head fall to the floor in sheer defeat.

She decided to close her eyes, for just a moment. Although she knew that she would probably not be able to open them again, she couldn't stop it. Just a little rest, she thought as she was swept into unconsciousness.

Ginny woke to the sound of somebody bustling about, and the smell of disinfectant. She groaned as she tried to open her eyes, but shut them from the sudden light.

The bustling stopped and Ginny heard footsteps approach her bed, which thundered in her ears. She moaned in pain and managed to open her eyes slightly, seeing a blurred version of the hospital wing. She was lying on one of the beds, and coming towards her was Madame Pomfrey. Daylight streamed in, but Ginny could not remember when she had come here, let alone why.

Madame Pomfrey stood over her and looked at her.

'It's good to see you awake, Ms. Weasley. You certainly gave us all quite a scare.'

Ginny groaned and attempted to clear her vision.

'What happened?' She asked groggily, slightly surprised she could talk.

Madame Pomfrey coughed slightly.

'Dear, you don't remember?' Ginny shook her head, wishing she hadn't. 'I found you here last night, on the floor, unconscious next to the fireplace. You had a terrible wound on your neck. Goodness knows that you could have bled to death. Mr. Potter was also with you, though not with a life threatening wound like yours.'

Ginny frowned, and then it all came back to her.

Voldemort.

The knife.

Harry.

Ginny managed to pull her head up, and suspending herself on her arms she turned her head, finding the bed next to her occupied by Harry.

Though his eyes were closed.

It brought terrible memories back to Ginny. It was happening all over again. And even if he was to wake up he would still not remember her. He would probably not even remember that he was about to kill her, even though it hadn't been his fault.

And what then? Would he still think that they were the dark side, the side that Voldemort had lead him to believe. Would he return back to the one who had destroyed his life?

Ginny then remembered the wound which she had suffered. She raised a hand to her neck fleetingly and touched her skin.

There was not even a scar to be felt.

She turned back to Madame Pomfrey.

'Yes, I healed your neck wound. You will always have that little scar, but that's better than being dead, mind you. I also had to give you a potion for blood loss, as you had lost quite too much for your body to handle. But you are alright now, so when you are ready you may leave.' Madame Pomfrey said, eyeing the wound.

'Harry. What's happened to him? Will he be alright?' Ginny asked, not caring about her condition.

Pomfrey was silent for a moment too long.

'I don't know. It is up to him to wake up, Ms. Weasley.'

So he was in a coma again. It was as she had thought.

Would he ever wake up?

'Perhaps if you talked to him, it may encourage him to return.' Madame Pomfrey said quietly.

'No,' Ginny said, turned back to Harry's unconscious form. 'I would do no good.'

Ginny left the hospital wing quietly, not paying heed to the slightly curious glances people stole at her, and her white scar.

She moved to her dorm, much like she had not many days before, and fell down upon her bed.

But this time no tears were shed. She didn't know why, but she could not cry. Sadness was welled up inside her, but she could not let it out with tears.

She didn't know what to think anymore. Even though she knew it wasn't the real Harry who wanted to kill her, she still felt as if she deserved it. It also upset her that she could not save him. More than ever she felt it was her fault.

If she had told him what he wanted to know, his history, he would not have listened to Voldemort. This wouldn't have happened.

Ginny turned over so that she faced the wall, glad that it was a Monday and the other students were at classes.

Back in the hospital wing, Harry Potter lay in the white bed. He appeared to be sleeping soundly, that is if you didn't know that he was in another coma.

Madame Pomfrey was in her office.

The students were at lessons.

No one was in the hospital wing.

That was why no one saw Harry Potters arm move up to his head.

Why no one heard him groan.

That was why no one saw his eyes flicker open.

Harry Potter was awake.

After an hour of lying on her bed, Ginny decided that she couldn't sleep. Whether it was because she had already slept or because she could not sleep with all the emotions inside her she was not sure. But she knew one thing; she could not sleep. So she decided to go into the common room.

It was good to have the common room to her self, since everyone was at classes. She needed to have some peace.

She sat down in one of the red arm chairs in front of the fire, curling herself up. Ginny watched as the flames danced.

It was then that she heard the portrait door swing open. Ginny turned in her seat to see who it was. The moment she saw she got to her feet.

'Ha-Harry?' She asked shakily.

Harry was standing there, looking around. As soon as he heard her he turned and walked hastily up to her. Then he placed his lips hungrily on hers.

Ginny was to shocked to do anything for a moment, but then she kissed back.

After a few moments Ginny pushed Harry away.

'Harry, why are you here? Why are you- kissing me?' She asked breathlessly.

Harry was looking into her eyes, and he smiled slightly.

'Ginny, I'm really sorry. I don't know exactly what happened, but I do know that I forgot who I was. But I remember now, and I just want to say sorry.' Harry said.

Ginny was silent.

'So, even after what happened with Blaise and everything, I just don't understand.'

'I'm saying sorry for what I did to you. I didn't accept your apology. I never had time to tell you.'

'So you forgive me?' Ginny asked.

Harry nodded.

'I forgive you, as long as you forgive me.'

'I forgive you, Harry.'

Ginny moved her head in and they kissed slowly and lovingly, until it started to become more heated and passionate. Ginny didn't know exactly what was happening, but decided that she would let events unfold, whatever that meant.

Harry started to move them over to the stairwell, and Ginny obliged. With a flurry of kisses, they were soon up in Harry's dormitory. They made their way blindly to his bed, and soon Ginny was under him on it. He started to kiss her neck and she moved her head back to allow. Soon after she felt his hand at the bottom of her top, and she pushed him up reluctantly. He looked at her, breathing hard as she was.

'Harry, are you sure you want to do this?' Ginny asked breathlessly.

Harry smiled down at her.

'I'm ready, Ginny. I know what I'm doing.'

Ginny smiled and nodded, then pulled him back down.

In a few moments all clothes had been shed and they shared one look of absolute longing and love before they made love.

And did so for most of the afternoon.

A/N: alright sorry about the lateness…but it's really really hard to write a sex scene…really! Especially wen half ure friends read it and rag u out about chapter 2 already, so I decided not to make it full detail, because I cant lol. Ill get more practice and maybe take a page out of lys' book (one of my friends) well anyway hope you all like, and the next chapter will come quicker I swear!