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A/N: Oh well, I'm a little bit afraid about posting this last chapter. Because it's really strange, so I don't know if you'll like it. Anyway, I wanted to finish the story exactly at this point, because the search for the Horcruxes is another story, that has nothing to do with Ginny and Hermione. Since this one is the last chapter, I wanted to thank all the people that reviewed this story and all the people that have this fan-fiction in their favourite and alerts lists. Thanks also to all the people that read it. I'm sorry, but there will be no sequel to this story. Just one more thing that I always say: if you feel like leaving a review, and it's about year 3000 and the aliens have invaded the Earth or Voldy has won the Battle against Harry Potter, leave it anyway, I swear that I'll find the way to read it! And I'll also reply to them (if you want me to!). Well, I really, really, really hope that you'll like this chapter, but I'm not so sure. Lol!

To losckofcurls: Thanks for beta-reading this story so quickly.

The Letter

Ginny woke up with a couple of marked rings around her eyes. She waited for Hermione to come to bed until almost two in the morning the night before, but she didn't show up and she fell asleep before seeing her. Ginny glanced at Hermione's side of the bedroom, it was intact, as if she had either already fixed it up or hadn't come to bed at all. She jumped down the bed and walked slowly towards the bathroom, after a quick shower she came back to her bedroom and wore the first things that she found, a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Without a further glance at the bedroom, she went downstairs for breakfast. Halfway through the stairs, she heard some voices coming from the kitchen, and someone was crying, too. She entered the kitchen on tiptoes and looked at the people that were sitting there. Her mum was sobbing over a piece of parchment, while her father was patting her nicely on her back. Fred, George and Charlie sat down at the table with serious expressions.

"Mum?" said Ginny uncertainly. "Is everything alright?"

Mrs. Weasley raised her head from the parchment and looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes. "Oh, Ginny. My dear, dear Ginny," she said, sitting up and hugging her daughter.

Ginny looked at her father puzzled. "What happened?"

Mr. Weasley shook his head. "Ron, Harry and Hermione left last night."

Ginny felt a sense of unreality going through her body. "Left?" she asked without understanding.

Mr. Weasley nodded. "They left without telling anybody. They just wrote a note." He nodded towards the parchment.

"Where did they go?" asked Ginny.

"Read the note," said George leading it to her. She picked and started to read it mentally.

Dear mum and dad,

We have found something yesterday at Grimmauld Place, and now we know where to start for the research of the Horcruxes. Harry is really determinate to find and destroy each of them, before finding You-Know-Who and Hermione and I can't let him go alone. We'll send you our news with Hedwig and Pig.

Love, Ron

"They left without me," said Ginny putting the parchment on the table.

Mrs. Weasley glared at her. "They did at least one thing right. I would have never let you go with them, and luckily you still have to do what I say, since you are not an adult yet," she said firmly.

Ginny looked at her mother, there was no need on answering back to her, it was stupid and useless. They have gone without her and her mother was right.

"Didn't they leave anything for me?" she asked hopefully.

"No," said George, "Not even Harry."

"Hermione?"

"Have you looked into your bedroom?" her mother asked her distractedly.

She remembered that she hadn't even glanced at Hermione's bed before she exited the room. "No, I'll go and check," she said disappearing out of the kitchen and forgetting about the breakfast. She climbed the stairs two at a time and rushed into her bedroom, where she spotted almost immediately an envelope on Hermione's bed. She stepped slowly towards it and picked it up. She recognized the firm writing of Hermione while she read her name. She opened it with shaking hands, and inside was a piece of parchment covered in every inch of words. She sat down and started to read the letter.

Dear Ginny,

It's about three in the morning and we are filling our backpacks with things that Harry and Ron think that will be useful to us, including a little supply of Chocolate Frogs. I'm watching outside of the window in Ron's bedroom and I'm surprised to see how bright the stars are tonight. It's almost like they are there just for us, for enlightening our path.

Ron has just asked me what I'm writing. I answered that it's a letter for you, he will think that it's the letter of a friend. He is almost right, not completely, though. He has forbidden me to tell you where we are going, there was no need in doing something like that, this letter is a totally different thing. We are going to leave in a couple of hours, as soon as Harry and Ron finish packing their things. I'm already done with min., I was really quiet. Did you hear me? I don't think so, you didn't even move in your bed.

I watched you sleep for a very long moment, like I wasn't able to tear away my eyes from your face, from your smooth skin, from your small sleeping body. If Harry didn't bring me back to reality I would have stayed there forever, bent on your bed listening to you breathe. Ron asked me again who I'm writing to. He said that it's a very long letter for a friend; I think he's afraid that this could be for Viktor. If he seriously thinks that, I'm not going to tell him otherwise. I prefer him to believe this than to imagine what I'm writing to you. You know, I'm afraid. Afraid of what we are going to do, afraid of how Harry is feeling for this "mission" (which he considered his own mission, his personal crusade against Voldemort), afraid to leave you. You have to promise me that you won't do anything stupid or dangerous and above all that you won't come look for us.

Now that I'm feeling all these new sentiments towards you, I know why Harry and Ron were so worried about you. It's so pleasant to know that you are safe and warm in your house or at Hogwarts, and that you won't find yourself face to face with your worst fears, because I care for you. I really do. Harry and Ron care for you, too, but not in the way that I do, I'm sure. Harry asked me if I have any ideas about what to write to your mother, I told him that Ron should have written something. He is her son after all. I'm pretty sure that your mum is going to hate us, me and Harry, because we have brought Ron away with us. No. Maybe she is going to hate me and only me, because she loves Harry as if he was her own child. I'm feeling strange, even while I'm simply writing a letter, my heart is beating furiously against my chest and my head is buzzing; like you were here and not in the bedroom under this. If I close my eyes you are the only one that I see.

Yesterday you asked me what I felt while you kissed me, while you pressed your lips against mine and you caressed my back with your hands, while I breathed your smell and brushed your skin. The time stopped and the world around us disappeared. For me, you were the only important thing, my whole world, all I wanted, all I needed. What I felt at that very moment was love. Yes, Ginny, love. Not friendship or a simply crush; it was love, deep love. And it was all for you. No one, not even Ron or Viktor made me feel that way before.

I guess that the butterflies that are still flying in my stomach since yesterday are a collateral effect, I like it, though. Ron has just told me that they are ready. They made me read the letter for your mother and I think it's okay. They didn't spend too much time on it, though. Not as much as I'm doing for yours. We are leaving in a few minutes, but I asked them for some more time for finishing this poem (as they call it) to you.

You know that I could also not come back from this thing, don't you? But before I go I want to share my love with you. Please, love, close your eyes and lie down on your bed; I'll lie down next to you, your smile will light up the night and mine will be your northern star. I'll caress your tender hair with my hands and your laugh will be like the summer rain, the kiss that we'll share will be like nothing else you have ever had, it'll have the taste of chocolate and the smell of flowers. Then, we'll break apart and with my tongue I'll trace the outline of your face, slowly I'll come down your neck. I'll give you little kisses that will make you smile. With my hands I'll start to unbutton your nightdress, while you do the same with mine. Your skin will be smooth and warm as my lips passes on it. I'll smile when our nightwear will fall down and we'll pull them off the bottom of the bed.

I'll climb your naked body and arch my back, while your hands will run from my shoulders to my waist. Our mouths will meet again and this time it will be something of intense and deep, more so than before. When I move away, I'll look at you and your face will flush, your breath will be faster, your breasts will go up and down more quickly than before. Our hearts will start to beat at the same time as we'll both reach our climax. Now I'll lie down next to you again and let our breath come back to normality while I'll watch you fall asleep. I love you, Ginny and I'll always will. When I'll be back, if I'll be back, I want to be with you, forever. I want to spend all my life with you. No matter what the other people will think. If you'll wait for me it won't be vain.

I'll be there for you.

Love Always,

Hermione.

Ginny sat down on her bed and tightened the letter to her heart, she closed her eyes and a tear fell down her cheek. She smiled and sniffled at the same time, without being able to understand if what she felt was happiness or misery.

- The End -