Chapter 13

Harry looked around. He was in the Burrow kitchen and Lee and Ginny were in front of him, kissing. Ginny looked up at him and smiled.

"Stop!" Harry shouted at them.

They continued kissing and Harry tried to leave. He couldn't move his body. He was forced to watch them. He couldn't even close his eyes. Ginny looked up again and smiled an evil, wicked smile.

"I hate you, you know that don't you? I think it is your fault Sirius died. It's all your fault, and I'll never speak to you again," she was saying.

"No, you said it wasn't my fault, please don't hate me Ginny, don't hate me."

Harry was being shaken awake. He bolted into an upright position and looked around. He was still in his room in Grimmuald Place. Ron was kneeling next to him with a worried look on his face.

"You were shouting Harry, and saying to someone 'Don't hate me.' Are you alright? You didn't read Voldermort's mind again did you?" Ron questioned.

"What? No, no, it was just a bad dream," Harry said. "That's all it was I swear." He added hastily as he saw Ron's disbelieving look. "Just go back to bed, I'll be fine."

Ron climbed back into bed, and Harry could tell he fell asleep quickly by his deep, even breathing. Harry was still too distressed over his dream to sleep. He walked down into the kitchen to get a glass of water, to find Ginny standing there yet again.

"Hi Harry! Bad dream?" Ginny said as he entered.

"Yeah," Harry murmured as he sat down at the table.

"Was it about Sirius?" she questioned gently.

"No, it was about you-" Harry stopped. She had asked so softly he had forgotten that he hadn't meant to tell her about the dream.

"About me? Great, now I'm giving you nightmares," Ginny said, chuckling softly, but with a shadow of concern on her features.

"No, it was nothing, really," he said quickly.

"Harry, you can tell me anything, you know that," Ginny said, as she sat herself across from him and smiling softly.

"No, it was just a dream that Voldermort had killed you and Ron and Hermione, but it's ok, I would never let anything hurt you," Harry lied quickly, except for the last bit of not letting anything harm Ginny.

"And I'd never let anything hurt you Harry," Ginny said, so softly Harry thought he'd imagined it.

Ginny rose out of her seat and came over to Harry's side of the table. She took his hand in hers and tilted his head upwards so he was looking into her eyes. She then slowly lowered her mouth to his. It happened immediately, he felt a warm sensation spreading all throughout his body, and he felt as if he had just had 10 gallons of butterbeer poured down his throat. He grabbed Ginny around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. She put her arms around his neck and gave a small sigh. They finally pulled away after a long while, the both of them breathing raggedly. Ginny's eyes were cloudy and dreamy and reminded Harry greatly of Luna Lovegood's dreamy look. But after a few seconds, Ginny jumped up and took a couple steps back.

"Oh Harry! I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me! Oh gosh, and I'm going out with someone! What was I thinking? Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Ginny ran towards the stairs, and before Harry could even say anything, she was out of sight.

Harry took a deep breath and went back to his room, where Ron was still sound asleep. Harry drifted off to sleep again, but this time, no nightmares haunted his sleep, and he fell asleep with a smile.