Chapter 26

Ginny sighed and rolled over, her feet hurt. She mildly remembered standing on her feet all night making a dinner that no one had thanked her for. No one except Harry. And she had slapped him in the face for it. What was wrong with her?

She heard the shower running and moaned, turned, and looked at her alarm clock. 7:09. Why would Harry be awake at 7:09?

Ginny stood up and pulled on her old pink fluffy robe and walked into the hall. Harry was indeed in the bathroom and Ginny just sighed and walked into the kitchen. She made a cup of coffee and some toast and settled in on the leather couch with a plate and cup in hand. She pulled her legs up to her stomach and snuggled into the pillows. She turned on the muggle t.v. and decided to have a fun time laughing at them.

At first she saw a woman having a baby and she almost vomited, she wondered why anyone would use that for entertainment. Then when she changed the channel there was a dead person lying on the ground with a gunshot wound in their stomach. She quickly changed the channel and saw a man and woman kissing passionately.

The woman had nice long blond hair, the man had dark hair. Ginny almost felt herself get angry... as if the man was Harry.

"Ginny?" she jumped.

Harry was standing looking at her then back at the screen as if asking her what she was doing.

Ginny blushed terribly. "I... who would watch this I wonder. Muggles are weird aren't they?"

Harry laughed a little embarassed and nodded. He ran his hand through his wet hair and headed to the kitchen to get some coffee as well. He came back and sat down next to her on the couch, his long legs hanging off awkwardly.

Ginny felt a little embarassed. Well... actually a lot embarassed. Here he was... she'd slapped him last night, and he was sitting next to her drinking coffee and watching muggle tv with her. It was crazy.

It was quiet for a long time, except for the occasional soft sound of either one sipping their coffee.

Ginny's feet felt cold. She had no socks on and her feet were always cold when she got out of bed in the morning. It was as if her toes were mourning her lost bedcovers. She almost giggled at the thought and saw that her feet were quite close to Harry's leg. She almost wanted to tuck her feet under his leg. She could see her feet getting quite warm after that. Again she almost giggled. Then she remembered something... she couldn't tuck her feet under his thighs because he was probably angry at her... for slapping him... who wouldn't be angry?

"Harry-"

He quickly looked up and stopped her with his own words, as if he were nervous about what she would say. "I have to go to work soon."

She nodded.

"I won't be back for a while."

She nodded.

"I'm... I'll be staying other places..."

"I'm sorry." she said suddenly, watching his face to see how he reacted.

His face didn't change but he looked at her suddenly his eyes looked the same sad greenish blue color they looked the night before.

"I-"

"I didn't mean to... I was just... I'm sorry." she was begging him to forgive her.

"Alright." he said and looked away from her.

"Do you forgive me?" she whispered, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

He flinched a little and looked back at her. "... Yes... of course..."

She nodded but didn't quite believe him.

"Where are you going?"

He didn't look up. "Hm?"

"Where are you going, working?"

"Oh... I can't tell you that."

Ginny wasn't suprised, he was always so secretive.

"Is it very dangerous?" she finally asked, in a quiet voice, whispering, almost pleading for it not to be.

Harry felt a pang in his heart... would she care if he got hurt... died?

"Yes."

Ginny sighed and layed her head on his shoulder gently, he felt her soft hair fanning against his neck. He almost sighed to. "I... don't want you to."

Harry almost couldn't breath. The smell of lavender and roses was taking over, her hand was on his waist gently, tenderly. She didn't want him to go... be in danger...

"Please... don't..."

She sounded as if she were close to tears.

He wanted to touch her face... softly, kiss away her tears, tell her that he loved her, that he wouldn't leave, that he would stay with her and kiss her until she couldn't kiss anymore, but he couldn't. He just couldn't... he needed to go. The last horcroxes needed to be found, for the sake of the wizarding world, The Weasleys, Hermione, Ron, their baby, and Ginny. He needed to find it, kill Voldermort. It was the most important thing. He couldn't let anything get in the way!

"I'm sorry Ginny."

She sighed again, as if she knew that he was going to say that.

"I have to."

She nodded and sat up, her soft hair leaving his neck, much to his dismay. She kept looking at him, intently. Her eyes were quite sad. She wasn't crying though.

Everything was silent for a moment as they looked at each other.

Then Ginny leaned over and placed her lips against his freshly shaven cheek. Harry moved his head quickly and kissed her. Ginny didn't seem suprised, she just kissed him back.

It was quite quick and mostly just soft and smooth and lovely.

Soon Harry pulled away and once again Ginny didn't look suprised, she looked completely calm as she stood up from the couch and walked into her room and closed the door after her, acting as if this sort of thing happened quite often.

Harry stood slowly, debating on whether to go after her and kiss her more, but... he knew what to do, he apparated quickly, leaving temptation before he fell into it.