Chapter 2
A/N: The stuff in italics is what Ginny's writing down!
Ginny spun around, her wand out. She slowly lowered it when she saw who it was. She turned back around with a huff.
"Come on, Ginny," Harry said softly. "Don't do this to me. I wanted to come and see you. I wanted to see how you've been. I admit, I should've come by tons of times before, but I thought that you hated me."
Ginny looked over her shoulder, and gave him a look that said, "I do." Harry took a few steps forward, and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She immediately pushed it off, and walked away.
"Don't do this to me, Gin. I'm worried about you. Your family's worried about you….everyone in the Order's worried about you! Why won't you talk to any of us?" Ginny sat down on the couch, and Harry sat next to her. She picked up a piece of parchment and a quill, and began to write. She finished what she was saying, and shoved the parchment into Harry's face.
It's too complicated. Besides, what can you do about it? It's been five years! Harry read it, and looked at her.
"I can help you Ginny. We can find out who took you," he said. Ginny shook her head rapidly.
NO!
"Okay, but just remember, I'm always here to listen, just send me an owl, I don't care how late it is." Harry stood up from his seat on the couch. "I miss you, Ginny." He leaned down, and kissed Ginny softly on the lips. Caught up in the moment, Ginny began to kiss him back. She finally came to her senses, and slapped him. Slightly startled, Harry made for the front door. He turned around; she wasn't looking, so he placed a picture of the two of them with Ron and Hermione on the table in the foyer for her. "Goodbye, Ginny," he said before leaving.
Ginny sat back down on the couch. Her head was spinning. Harry had actually kissed her! She had thought that he had moved on, and found someone much more beautiful than her to be with, but no….he wanted her. Ginny felt like screaming at the top of her lungs with joy, and yet, at the same time she wanted to jump off the roof. Harry was back. It wouldn't be long before Ron came by, or Hermione, or one of her other brothers. Sure, Hermione sent her books every week or so, but that was it. No letters, no messages, nothing. Hermione knew that Ginny would talk when she was ready. Ginny picked up the book she had been reading, and continued.
Later that night, Ginny was locking up when she saw a small piece of paper on the table by the front door. She picked it up, and found her favorite picture of her, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were all sitting on the couch in the Common Room back at Hogwarts. Ginny was on Harry's lap, while Hermione was on Ron's. They all had huge smiles on their faces, and were laughing at some unknown joke. Ginny couldn't take any longer; she began to cry. Her silent tears slid down her face and onto the photograph. She took the photo, and placed it on the mantel in the other room where she'd see it everyday. She had a feeling deep down in her heart that Harry would be back the next day to see her. She didn't know how, but she somehow knew that he would be back to visit her.
Sure enough, the next day, Harry went back to Ginny's house. He didn't bother knocking on the door, because he was afraid that she wouldn't answer it. Instead, he walked right in. Ginny was curled up on the window-seat in her bedroom. This time, she heard Harry enter. She turned around, and Harry could see a slight sparkle in her eyes.
"Hello Gin," he said quietly from the doorway. "Sorry I didn't knock, I was afraid that you wouldn't answer it."
Ginny made a face and shook her head as if to say, "I would have answered it." Harry walked across the room, and stood next to her. When he put his hand on her face, she quickly turned away. Harry withdrew his hand.
"I see you found the picture I left you," he said. Ginny nodded, still looking out the window. Harry crouched down next to her. "I'm sorry about yesterday, Ginny. I guess I just missed how we used to be. So happy, and so madly in love. And then, and then you were taken. You've never been the same again, and I wished everyday that you were gone that it was me in your place. I wished that I was the one that went through all the pain and suffering that you were going through." Ginny picked up the piece of parchment next to her.
You had been through enough; it wouldn't be fair to you to put you through more.
"I'll tell you what's not fair, Ginny. That you won't tell me what's wrong with you. It's been five years, and you think that no one cares, but we do." Ginny rolled her eyes. "No, it's true! Please, come back to the Burrow for dinner or something." Yet again, Ginny shook her head no. She was being stubborn, just like when she was younger.
Harry stood up. "I love you Ginny," he whispered in her ear before leaving her alone. Ginny stood up, and ran after Harry. She grabbed his shoulder, and spun him around. She gave him a strange look, but somehow, he understood.
"I'll be back tomorrow, don't worry," he said before slipping out of her grasp, and leaving. Ginny smiled to herself, as she returned to her room.