a/n I think I'm getting better. What do u think?

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Their Place

The next few weeks were a relief.

I picked up a bit of a daily routine and despite all its interruptions I couldn't help but let it all soak in. The familiarity of it all pounded down upon me every second.

Then there was a day. A day very different than the rest.

The day it all came back.

Or well at least all the major stuff.

I was awakened that morning by someone shaking me in my sleep.

I swatted at it like a bug.

"Ginny wake up."

"I'm sleeping mum," but I rolled over to look at her.

It wasn't mum.

It was Harry looking very unsure of whether or not it was appropriate for him to be in my room at such an ungodly hour.

"Um… hi," he replied once I'd regained enough of my composure to fully understand what was going on.

"Hi," I whispered back.

"Get dressed."

"What? Why?" I asked looking at the clock. "It's 5 in the morning."

"Yeah I know but… I talked to your mum and well… I have to show you something," he replied yet again looking unsure of himself; squeezing his hands together nervously.

I sat up.

He'd caught my attention so I must admit I walked to my clothset with a little more vigor in my step than would have been expected of anyone so early in the morning.

"Um Harry?" I asked turning back toward him.

"Eh?" he asked in return. Grunted is more like. He was gawking a bit more than I think he realized.

"Do you mind?" I asked holding up my clothes and gesturing a bit toward the door.

"Oh right," he blushed a bit and shuffled out the door.

After I had dressed and pushed my way through the door he stood there waiting and gazing goofily at my door with a funny smile on his face.

I tilted my head to the side a bit looking back at him with an odd face of my own. "Whatcha looking at?"

"Oh," he started, "just remembering."

"Does it involve me?" I asked bluntly deciding my desire to know what he was thinking outweighed my inhibitions.

He smiled and looked a bit apprehensive to say anything but I shot him back a smile of my own and he blurted a reply, "Well I guess it was just too many times in my life that I'd walked up these stairs only to have you snap the door shut, upon me, noticing you looking."

I looked at him confused. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Different reasons."

I gave him a look saying that that would not suffice as an answer.

"Well the first few times we were younger and I guess, for some odd reason, you had a crush on me because you were always so nervous and never talked; and every time I entered a room you fled, hence the door closing."

I smiled. Even as little as I knew myself thus far I knew that seemed like something I could see myself doing.

"And the times after that?" I asked still wanting more.

"Those times I guess you were angry, or at least too disgusted to even look at me. So you fled, but for different reasons."

I could tell that getting Harry to say that much was a real miracle and I decided not to push my luck and started down the stairs.

He glanced at my door for a moment longer then followed me down.

"So where are we going?" I asked.

"So many questions," he replied heaving a bit of a sigh. I looked at him with a sad smile. "Not that I'm complaining," he added. "We're going a couple of places."

I gave a start of a chuckle. "You're a very specific person aren't you. Your use of similes and metaphors is astounding."

He smiled at me. Wider than any smile he'd given me thus far. "Let's just say it's a surprise. How's that sound?"

I shrugged. "Fine I guess. Suppose I'll find out eventually anyway."

He blinked a couple times giving me another goofy-type look. "Yeah I suppose," and he grabbed my arm a bit tighter than I'd expected.

"What are you doing?" I asked my eyes wide.

"Oh right. We're… um apparating," he replied looking a bit shaky but his grasped remained firm and never wavered.

"Yeah… what's that?" I asked my confusion not subsiding.

He gave a soft chuckle. "You sound like me on my first visit to this place," he replied gesturing around the kitchen with his other hand, a look of child-like wonderment on his face.

And the next thing I knew an odd but familiar sensation squeezed at my body from all angles. I felt as if I was being pushed and pulled at from everywhere and decreasing rapidly in size. And just as quickly as it began with a crack it stopped and I opened my eyes to the whole new environment twinkling at me in the rising sun.

"Look familiar?" Harry asked loosening his grip my arm and unknowingly sliding it down until it was grasping my hand lightly.

It took me a few minutes, however, to notice this as the scenery hit me full force.

I broke my contact with him as I rushed toward the sparking water filling the beautiful lake.

"Where are we?" I asked him as he caught up with me by the water's edge.

"We're at Hogwarts," he said smiling, "and this is the lake."

"But I thought you couldn't apparate into Hogwarts," I replied easily.

"As you of all people should know, Ginny Weasley, there is a loophole to every rule," he replied easily. Then made an odd movement as he realized exactly what I had just said. "How did you know that about Hogwarts?" he asked in amazement.

"I don't know," I replied truthfully. "It just seemed like something someone had told me once before."

He smiled again. "Well more then once, that's for sure. Do you recognize that?" he asked snapping back on track and pointing off, to a bit of a distance away, where a large castle stood erect.

I cocked my head to one side then the other then smiled. "Hogwarts."

His eyes grew in amazement. "How did you know that?"

I smiled. "You said so when we first got here."

He looked a bit let down but his face only betrayed him for a second before he plopped down on the bank and ran his hands through the water.

"This isn't the first time we've been here together is it?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Indeed it isn't."

"I'm sorry Harry," I replied plopping down next to him.

"Why?" he asked looking up from the water.

"For not remembering. I'm trying I really am."

He looked at me completely serious. "Gin, promise me you won't ever apologize for that again. It's not your fault. It isn't now and it never will be."

I looked at him and I couldn't help but feel safe.

I nodded in reply.

"So what is so important about this place that made you bring me here anyway?"

He shrugged and looked out across the water again. He couldn't keep the smile off his lips.

I prodded him in the arm silently asking him to explain what could cause such a secretive smile to play upon his lips.

"This place just holds a lot of good memories of us I guess," he answered my silent question not looking back toward me.

I rolled my eyes and gave a little jerk of the head causing him to look at me.

"Okay, okay!" he replied giving up in being mysterious, "I guess you could say this is where we had our first date. It wasn't much of a date really but we came here to be alone, from unwanted prodding eyes, so Ron mostly," he was smiling now. I could tell he had lost himself in an exceptionally good memory.

I puffed air out through my nose and bit my lower lip. He wasn't kissing me but I could swear I felt a pressure upon my lips that was unmistakable to a kiss.

He looked back at me again.

"There was another time too."

"Yes?" I asked my curiosity taking control.

"Well… how do I explain this?" he asked to no one in particular. "So I guess you picked up by now that we dated."

I nodded.

"But the thing is that it didn't last as long as… we'd hoped it would."

"How come?" I asked ignorantly.

He sighed. "There were outside complications." He said if as it he'd had to repeat it a thousand times; most likely to her brothers and friends.

I nodded as a shadow passed over his eyes.

"So we broke up?" I asked trying to get him back on track.

"Technically, yes. But well… we were more like on a break," he was stumbling on his words as Hermione had done. I could tell this must have been a complicated situation.

"Lemme guess," I continued for him, "you broke it off for some horribly noble reason. I was angry for a while then we reconciled and realized that it wasn't over but merely put on pause?"

A weight seemed to lift off him. "Yes that's it. Almost exactly in fact."

"What's that got to do with this place?" I asked looking around.

"Everything."

"You're doing that really obvious answerey thingy again. Could you be more specific?"

He shrugged. "I guess this is where we decided it wasn't over; no matter what we told other people and how little we saw of each other."
I nodded as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

"So I guess you could say this is our place," I sated simply getting lost in the infiniteness of the water as he had done earlier.

He looked at me as if I'd said something brilliant. "Yeah I think that's a perfect description of it," he replied standing up and brushing off his pants.

"Where are you going?" I asked looking up at him towering above me.

He reached out for my hand. "I've got other things to show you."
I grabbed his hand and we walked off with our hands still grasped.