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Chapter 6: Cozy Recollections

We're back to Ginny. Yay! I love the character, Ginny so much. Plus there's a little love making, just FYI.

Ginny sat on her bed with her pillow buried in her face. She had let Harry go. She knew she was never going to see him again. She bit her lip in an attempt to not cry. But she couldn't help it. She knew crying wouldn't bring Harry back, but it felt like it could bring him back. She never really realized how much she needed Harry until a few minutes ago. She never really realized how much she needed him.

But she made a decision. She chose to not wait until Harry was officially found. What is wrong with me, Ginny thought to herself, Why do I always have to be with someone? Can't I just spend a little time without having a boyfriend or a fiancée?

"I have to stop crying over Harry, and go tell Dean that I love Harry and not him." Ginny thought aloud. She got off her bed and brushed her hair quickly. She walked over to her mirror, and sighed. She knew she was doing the right thing by ending her relationship with Dean. Now that Harry was back, it wasn't right. She was meant to be with Harry, not Dean.

As she was looking into the mirror, she remembered the first and only time that her and Harry had sex. It was shortly before the Final Battle. She remembered it like it just happened a few minutes ago.

"Harry, why are you so afraid of us? Back in your sixth year we dated and we had a great time. Why can't we have that again?" Ginny asked Harry, with tears in her eyes.

"Because Ginny, if Voldemort found out that we were dating, he'd kill you. And I don't want that to happen. I love you too much to lose you. You've seen what he almost did to Ron." said Harry.

"But I don't care, Harry. Being with you is worth dying for!" Ginny replied.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Ginny and Harry were at The Burrow, talking in Ginny's room. Ginny begged Harry to come talk to her.

"Who's there?" said Ginny, sounding impatient.

The door opened and revealed Fred and George Weasley. They didn't look too good. They looked worried. Not like their normal selves at all.

"Harry, the Minister of Magic is downstairs, waiting for you. He says its urgent." said Fred.

Harry nodded. The Minister of Magic seemed to visit The Burrow a lot. But he never usually visited for something urgent. Ginny nodded too, knowing that Harry needed to go and talk to the Minister.

Harry left and Ginny sat in her room and waited for what felt like hours. While she was waiting she wondered what was going on downstairs. But she also knew that when Harry came back he would tell her every single little detail. Finally, Harry returned.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked Harry.

"Bellatrix sent a letter to the Minister of Magic explaining that Voldemort was going to meet him via fireplace. Of course, Scrimgeour almost soiled himself at the thought of having a conversation with Voldemort. So anyway, the two of them talked. Voldemort told Scrimgeour that it was time. Voldemort was ready for the fight," Harry paused, "Ginny, he's ready for one of us to kill each other."

Ginny gasped. No, this was not happening. Not now. Ginny was trying so desperately to get together with Harry and now Voldemort was going to ruin everything. Ginny was tired of just sitting around and waiting for Harry. She did something she had been wanting to do for the longest time. She walked up to Harry and kissed him. He kissed her back.

They couldn't stop kissing. To both of them it felt like it was only about the two of them, nothing else mattered.

Harry began to feel every inch of Ginny's gorgeous body. Slowly, each other's clothes came off. Eventually, they were on Ginny's bed.

"Ginny, I love you more than anything. And you know I would love to be with you. But is this really the right time to get together? I mean, tomorrow I'm going to go kill Voldemort." said Harry.

"Does this mean we're getting back together?" Ginny asked Harry.

Harry smiled. "Yeah I guess it does."

Ginny smiled back. Then, she kissed Harry passionately. She never wanted to let him go. Never.

Ginny glanced over at her bed. That was where her and Harry had made love. She sighed. She walked over to her door and opened it. She was going to go tell Dean about Harry.

But before she even took a few steps out of her room, she discovered everybody standing around.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked everybody.

"Harry left. Just walked out." said Ron.

"What?" Ginny asked him.

"He's gone again." said Mrs. Weasley.

"How the hell could you just let him go? Harry needs us now more than ever. I'm going to go look for him." said Ginny.

"Ginny, you don't know where Harry went, he could be in someplace dangerous for all you know." said Mr. Weasley.

"Well, I don't care. I am not letting the love of my life walk out on me again. I am an adult, I make my own decisions, I am a fully qualified wizard, and Voldemort is dead. Yes, I said his name. I am completely safe."

And without even waiting for a response, Ginny ran out of the house and went to search for Harry.

So?