Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling (unforunately)

These next couple of chapters will definately seem like a Ginny/Harry fic. but I promise it will go back to Draco/Ginny. Just wanted to warn you guys. Please don't kill me!


Chapter 7: I Think I Love You

Once in the common room, Ginny found herself alone, staring into the fiery embers that filled the fireplace. Silent tears still cascaded down her pale, freckled face, an overwhelming heartache taking over. Why? That was what she kept asking herself over and over again, but she couldn't seem to arrive at any suitable answers. He had seemed so regretful, so reluctant at first, but when she asked that very question of why, just he seemed to draw back, growing angry and cold. That was a side of Draco she had not seen in a long time.

Wiping her eyes carelessly on her sleeve, she jumped when she felt a hand resting on her shoulder. "Are you Ok, Gin?" Harry asked, his brilliant green eyes catching the firelight.

"Yeah, I'll be alright," she sniffled, trying to keep from letting another tear loose. She didn't want him to see her crying like this, and yet it was a comfort to have him there.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, sitting on the couch next to her.

"Not really, but thanks. You've always been a good friend, I really appreciate you asking though." Ginny smiled. He had been nice to her from the beginning; she would never forget the day the Harry Potter had saved her from the Tom Riddle and the Chamber of Secrets. Just the memory of it ran shivers down her spine. She felt drawn to him, almost like there was something in between them just drawing them together.

Harry just grinned back and they sat there for a while starring at each other. Soon Ginny realized that their faces were moving even closer together, their lips almost touching. Just kiss him; you know you've been waiting for this! Encouraged a voice in the back of her head. Didn't your relationship with Draco mean anything to you? You know you still love him, another voice contradicted. Draco... Ginny felt a stab of pain in her heart and the tears broke through, despite her attempts to hold them in. "I'm sorry I-I just can't!" she whispered hoarsely.

Harry tried to calm her. "No I shouldn't have taking advantage of you- I- err- um... please just don't cry!" He wrapped his arm gently around her.

"I just need some time to think this over," Ginny replied.

Harry began to look awkwardly down at his feet. "Ok, well I better get going. We've got a big game against Slytherin tomorrow, you better get some sleep too."

As Harry walked away Ginny began to feel guilty. He had been through a lot these past couple of years; it wasn't just her life that wasn't going the way she wanted. She knew Harry would rather live in shack, than within two blocks of his horrible aunt and uncle. And Sirius… Compared to Harry, she had it easy, she could at least do something nice for the guy, besides she didn't have anyone to the dance with, not that she would've been able to go with Draco anyway. "Hey Harry!" She ran after him. "Harry would you um- would you like to the dance with me on Saturday?" His eyes lit up, and Ginny knew she had done the right thing. Just because she was still upset over Draco didn't mean she couldn't have any fun.

"I'd love to Gin." Some more awkward silence and than, "Well, I guess we better get some sleep. Wouldn't want to get Slytherin the satisfaction of beating us tomorrow."

Ginny grinned, feeling a bit more cheerful after doing her good deed. "Fat chance that'll happen! See ya than!" She waved heading up to her dorm. Everyone else was already asleep, so she quickly into her pajamas and than into her four-poster bed. She had so many thoughts that kept tumbling through her head, that she found it hard to keep her eyes shut. She was looking forward to the dance, even though her and Harry were just going as friends- or were they? Absently, Ginny lingered over their almost kiss in the common room. Was it possible that she still hadn't gotten over he feelings for Harry? Or was she just trying to find someone to replace Draco? She didn't even know why she kept calling him by his first name. They were through and informality wasn't needed. Besides the Draco she had loved was not the one that had left her standing out there in the cold. Malfoy, she thought fiercely, but it sounded so wrong, so out of place. She had thought about Dra- Malfoy enough when they were in a relationship, but now she found herself thinking about him constantly. Even if those emotions backing those thoughts were a mixture of grief and anger.

It was hard not to think that night, so much had happened over the course of the day, that Ginny felt overwhelmed just lying there thinking about it. Finally, after rambling in her brain for hours, Ginny was able to close her eyes and get some sleep. But even there she couldn't escape those haunting gray eyes, and all too familiar slivery, blond hair...


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