Ginny sighed, stretching out in the chair that she had moved over by the window. It was late and everyone had already gone to bed. Had she not woken up a good ten minutes ago, she would have been up in the fifth year girls dormitory with the rest of the fifth years, sleeping. Instead, she found herself wake and sitting the in common room where her only company was the crackling of dying embers in the fireplace. She would have relight the fire, but that would include going back to the dormitories and getting her wand only to come back down, relight and sit back down. She was quite content on where she was sitting, and had no plans on getting up in the near future, at least not until she got tired, and with the way that things were going as she sat there; swinging one leg back and forth off of the chair, she had a feeling that she wouldn't be tired anytime soon.

She was very much confused, worried, and depressed. The events of last year where still fresh on her mind. The death of Sirius up front and center. While she hadn't known him quite as well as Harry may have, she still felt all kinds of saddened by the fact that he was no longer around. But she told herself, may a time, that she had to be strong, if not for herself, then for Harry. But even that seemed like a hard thing to do. She had only seen him once over the summer, and that was the day before everyone set off for school. They were in Diagon Alley, and he was absolutely bent on being strong for everyone, despite several people telling him that it wasn't his fault about what happened. Even Ginny knew better than to believe his half hearty-grin and cheeky smile, but she didn't bring it up. He was trying to be strong.

Placing her head on her knees Ginny let out a quiet groan. This was stupid. Was her reason for being awake that she really couldn't get over the fact that Sirius was gone? Sure, he was close to some of the people that were close to her, but she only really knew him as well as Ron or Hermione did. He seemed to gravitate more closer to Harry, his godson, and Harry never minded his company. Or Remus' for that matter. Maybe it was because they had been good friends with his parents or something. Loss was a common thing that all three of them shared, and then thing that Remus and Sirius shared was Harry. The son of their best friend. Who was apparently all too much like James Potter himself had been. That thought made Ginny smile just a little.

Harry still had Remus.

Glancing out the window the girl blinked two times before closing her eyes. It was going to be a long night, and with these thoughts constantly badgering her, she hadn't the faintest idea when she would get to sleep, she could only hope that it would be soon. The last thing that she needed was to fall asleep in the middle of whatever class she had first in the morning. Oh Merlin. Classes. Those were one thing that she didn't want to think about at all. How could she want to? No one in the right mind, save for Hermione and possibly a few Ravenclaws, ever thought about classes being remotely fun. Interesting, maybe, fun? Most defiantly not. Actually, thinking it over, there was a good chance that she would have Potions some time tomorrow before lunch. What a way to start off the school year.

Thinking about classes sure didn't stop Ginny from looking out the window.

All the while, Harry, who was still very much upstairs in the sixth years boys dormitory was asleep. It may not have been the best sleep, mind you, but he was a sleep; even if he was tossing and turning in his bed. A good amount of his mind was telling him to wake up while another part of his mind was fighting back and willing the boy to remain asleep. His mind was torn, and it wasn't at all a very pleasant thing, either. There was always that part of him that was whispering the same thing over and over. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. The other part of him would just lull him off back to sleep. However, it was when the two parts of his mind came together at the same time he awoke.

At first the boy just lay there, staring up into the dark before putting a hand to his forehead, screwing his eyes shut. He wasn't a night person, and he wasn't a morning person. Rolling over onto his stomach he breathed in heavily the sent that was on his pillow before exhaling, and pushing himself up. He rubbed at the back of his neck before letting out a rather could rival one of his house mates snores. Even In the darkness, everything was a blur to him. Sometimes he wished it could always be like that, just a blur. But as always, a dull ach began to form around his eyes and the bridge of his nose, signaling that he needed his glasses. With a low groan to himself, Harry rolled once more so that he was facing his bedside table, and plucked his glasses off of it before slipping them on and watching as the dark room came into focus.

It wasn't long before Harry found himself out of bed and walking down the stair into the common room. The room wasn't lit at all, save for the small glow coming from the fireplace. For a moment, Harry thought he was alone until he heard someone stifle a sneeze and then utter a small 'bugger'. He glanced around the room, looking for the source of the voice when at last his eyes landed on the arm chair by the window, and the redhead who was currently seated in said chair. He managed a faint grin before the figure turned her head and gave a faint gasp before scowling playfully.

"Don't do that, Harry!" Ginny hissed, waving at hand at him as he walked over. "It's late - and creepy, you just sneaking up on people."

Harry frowned. "I wasn't sneaking up on you. I didn't even know you were in here," he replied simply, not managing to hold back a grin as Ginny hit his arm before he took a seat on the table next to her.

The girl frowned at her friend before hitting him once more. "Don't you grin at me Harry Potter! You should be in bed."

"So should you."

The two of them just sat in silence for a moment longer, both glancing out the window. They both should have been in bed, they knew that. Neither of them could sleep, and that was the problem.. Ginny was now running on twenty minutes of being awake, and Harry just a few good minutes. Well, maybe ten, including the time he had spent up in the boys dormitories. While Ginny had no real reasoning for her being away, beside her worrying - which actually was a fairly good reason to be awake, Harry was awake because of his dream, and his mind nagging at him all the while.

Harry mused quietly to himself for a moment, placing the palms of his hands down into the table and leaning back slightly, having crossed his legs at the ankles. "He's really gone, isn't he?" Harry asked suddenly, glancing up at Ginny. He couldn't help the soft smile that slide across his face. "Sirius I mean. He's really gone. Just like that."

Ginny bit her lip, nodding her head. "Yeah, Harry," she said softly, folding her legs under herself as she studied the boy in the dark quietly. "He's really gone."

The boy could only nod. He sat up straight again, stretching his hands over his head. He didn't quite know what to say. That night was still very clear in his head, but he didn't wan to bring it up, not fully anyway. Even as he sat there now he couldn't help but to notice Ginny staring up at him oddly. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before cocking his head to the side, giving the younger girl a questioning look. "What?" He asked, blinking. It was weird. Ginny staring at him like that.

The girl huffed before crossing her arms over her chest, still staring at Harry. "Don't hide things from me, Harry," she said flatly, still looking at her friend. When she frowned suddenly, she shook her head. "You're not the only one suffering from Sirius' death, you know that. It's not going to do you any good to grin and bottle up what's bothering you. Talk to someone. Please."

"Ginny, I-"

Ginny just smiled faintly before yawning. "I'm going to bed," she said before standing up. She wasn't going to put the arm chair back in its place by the fireplace. With any luck, it would be back in its rightful spot by morning. "'Night, Harry!" The redhead chirped before sauntering off up the stairs, leaving behind a very confused looking Harry.

The boy only shook his head before sighing. He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he was sure that Ginny was right. Harry laid back on the table for a moment, pressing the palms of his hands to his forehead, groaning quietly before figuring it would be best if he followed Ginny's leave and go to bed as well. And he did just that as he slipped off of the table and begun his walk to the boys dormitories once more.