A/N – Sry I forgot to put this in my last chapter but I don't own Avril Lavigne's 'Things I'll Never Say'
The almighty FIFTH CHAPTER! I bet you can't wait to read iiiiiiit! This is a good one…
5 – More Than A Dream – 5
CRASH! Ginny's nightstand came tumbling down along with everything on top of it. She rushed to grab Harry's gift among the scattered items. After she was sure it was safe, she took off her headphones and started picking up the other things.
Suddenly, another hand joined her. She looked up and saw 2 gorgeous green eyes staring back at her.
"Sorry about that." Said Harry, handing her a picture frame. Ginny noticed the snitch in his hand and his broom next to the fallen nightstand.
She took the frame but frowned once she saw the picture it held. It was of her and Dean. She thrust it under the bed and said, "It's ok…"
"Something the matter?" Harry said as he got to his feet, straightening the nightstand. Ginny got to her feet too and stood cross-armed in front of him.
"It's just Dean…" she looked back at the floor where the frame lay under the bed. "Disgusting…" she murmured.
Harry smiled slightly upon hearing this. "Oh…I'm sorry. You guys seemed so happy."
Ginny laughed. "Right…always holding my hand, kissing my cheek and hugging me in front of everyone. He's a joke…he thinks I'm an item that he has just to show off to all his friends…" It felt good to finally get this off her chest.
Harry could see a mixture of sadness and anger in her face. He wanted to comfort her and tell her everything was going to b e alright. That she wouldn't have to worry about how Dean treated her since he would treat her better.
"I just wish I had someone who understands me better." She slumped down onto the bed and Harry sat next to her. "I just wish I had someone…like you…"
They locked eyes. Harry couldn't believe what he just heard. He had been so worried all this time about what she thought about him and now…now, here she sits…telling him everything he's wanted to hear all along.
"I mean, you're the kind of guy every girl wants as a boyfriend. Your cute, sweet, brave and – " she was cut off by Harry's lips pressing gently against hers. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Sure, she's kissed Dean, but it was never like this. The fact that she truly loved Harry made the kiss even more unbelievable.
Her hands wandered to the back of his head, fingers gently playing with his hair. She began kissing him back, only harder and more fervent, Harry's arms wrapped around her waist.
They sat there for at least a full minute, kissing and enjoying the feeling of being in each others arms, until they finally pulled apart. They were both staring deeply into each others eyes.
"Ginny…I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's only been you for the past few years. I can't begin to describe how much you mean to me." Harry said, taking her hand in his.
This was the best that Ginny could have hoped for, maybe even better. "It's been the same for me…I just didn't say anything because I thought you would not like me back."
"Rubbish." Harry said with a little laugh. "How could I not like you?"
Ginny smiled at him. "Well, anyway. I think it's the right time for me to give you your birthday gift." She said as she reached for the parcel behind her.
Harry fingered the edges of the gift, admiring it, before he tore the paper off. It was a photo album, filled with moving pictures.
"I customized it with all the times we've spent together. I know it's not much and that we were never really 'together' in any of them, but, it's all I have."
Flipping through the pages, Harry replied, "Ginny…I love it. This is…fantastic. How did you get all these pictures?"
Blushing, she said "I found a charm that turns memories into pictures."
"Brilliant! You'll have to teach me that one sometime." They laughed.
"See here." She said pointing to a picture. "That one is my favorite."
The picture showed Ginny laying on the cold ground of the Chamber of Secrets, Harry leaning over her, clutching her hand and combing her hair with his fingers. She almost died that night, but Harry saved her.
"I like this one." Harry pointed to a picture of Ginny, very young and wide eyed. The real Ginny blushed, remembering the first time they met just as well as Harry did. Looking up, she noticed he was smiling at her.
He looked so attractive at that moment. Hair tousled in just the right places, smile highlighting his slender cheekbones. She couldn't help herself. She leaned in for another kiss, and Harry followed.
Everything was okay now. They didn't have to worry anymore. Pulling away, Harry remembered Ron outside. He was to just follow the snitch, catch it and bring it back for another go. It just so happens that I decided to fly into Ginny's room.
"Gin? What about Ron?"
"We don't have to tell him, or any of the others, just yet. It will be fun to keep it a secret for a while." She said putting on a seductive grin. Harry did the same back.
"Ok, then I should probably be on my way back outside."
"Ok. I'll see you later."
"Bye." He grabbed his broom and flew out her window leaving her to wonder if what just happened was more than a dream.
Harry landed on the ground next to Ron, who was looking up at the window skeptically.
"What the bloody hell were you doing up there?" he looked as if he had been waiting for hours. Truth be told, Harry didn't really even know how long he had spent with Ginny.
"Relax! I just went to the bathroom."
"Took you long enough…" muttered Ron under his breath. Harry suppressed a giggle.
"Well I think I'm done. What about you? You want to try?"
Ron looked at him elatedly. "Could I? Oh Harry! Could I use your Firebolt?
"Go for it." Harry laughed. Ron grabbed the broom and snitch from Harry's outstretched hands and rode off right away.
By this time everyone else went inside, tired of waiting for Harry. Leaving Ron to his amusement, he decided to join them.
In the kitchen, he met Hermione and Sirius discussing the contrasts of muggle music vs. the music of the witches and wizards of their age. He sat down next to them, hoping to possibly join in on their discussion but all they really said was 'hi' and were back to talking with just each other.
After a while, he just gave up and walked away. He bumped into Mr. Weasley on his way upstairs.
"Oh, hello there Harry. Good. I was just looking for you."
"You were?"
"Yes. Ah, I was wondering if you would mind testing this DVD player for me? You lived with muggles so you must know how one works, right?"
"Yeah I do. Do you have any movies?"
"Oh of course. You can pick from my selection. This is great! Now that we have you to tell us how to use this, we can keep it all the time! I think it's a fantastic idea!"
Harry didn't see why Mr. Weasley could have been so interested in a DVD player. Probably just his muggle enthrallment taking over again. He took the mechanism and carried it up to Ron's room. Mr. Weasley didn't have a very large variety of movies to choose from, so Harry just picked The Nightmare Before Christmas because he had never seen it.
He popped in the movie, turned off the lights, shut the door and got into his bed for a relaxed way to watch. This thrilled Harry. He had not been allowed to watch movies at the Dursley's. They only made him work the machine for them.
He lay in his bed with the remote in his hand, waiting for the movie to start. It was a very quiet and calm feeling movie, so about a third into it, he feel asleep.
In the other room, Ginny sat on her bed, hearing the music pumping through her headphones, but not actually listening to it. She was too tangled in her own thoughts about Harry and the kiss they had shared.
It soon became 4pm so she decided to do something else. Removing her headphones, she heard a distant noise. Curious, she moved closer to the door to hear more clearly.
It was coming from Ron's room so she put her ear against his door. There was a faint talking, so she proceeded to open the door a crack.
Inside was Harry, asleep in his bed and a movie on the TV. Ginny squeezed through the door as quietly as possibly, closing it behind her. She glided swiftly towards his bed and slowly lifted one side of the covers, climbing in next to him.
He didn't wake, so she replaced the remote in his hand with her hand, caressing his fingers. His eyes popped open and he looked down at Ginny.
"Hello." He greeted her sleepily.
It surprised him to see her laying next to him first thing, but it was a good surprise. It filled him with a sense of love and happiness, as did any other time he saw her, but this time was the best.
He leaned down and softly kissed her forehead. Through the rest of the movie, they both lay, nuzzled in each others embrace, not speaking. The feeling of being with one another was worth a thousand words by itself.
The movie was just about over when they heard a knock on the door.
"Quick! Hide!" Harry said frantically, sitting upright.
"Where?" Ginny replied, looking around.
"Um…" There didn't seem to be anywhere she could go. "Just get under here!" He said holding up the blankets. She slid down so she wasn't visible.
"Come in!" yelled Harry as he smoothed out the covers to make sure no one could notice another person. Mr. Weasley walked in and Harry let out a sigh of relief. Mr. Weasley was one of the last people they would have wanted to catch them together.
"Did the movie play alright?" he asked, sitting on Ron's bed.
"Yeah. It's actually near over now."
"Good, good. I was planning on showing this to Molly once you lot leave for Hogwarts tomorrow."
"Oh yeah. I completely forgot about that."
"Yes, well, you would do well to pack today."
"Ok. Do you want the player back now?"
"I'll let you finish the movie and you can show me how it works then."
"Alright."
"By the way Harry. Have you seen Ginny? I haven't seen her since this morning." Beneath the covers, Ginny lay biting her lower lip and clinging to Harry's toned chest trying to be motionless.
"Nope. Haven't seen her." He lied.
"Ok, well I'll leave you be now." He turned around and walked back out the door.
Ginny emerged from under the blankets, laughing softly. Her hand, however, remained on Harry's chest. He leaned over her and cupped her chin in his hand.
"We should spend more evenings like this…don't you think?"
Ginny laughed. "As long as we avoid getting caught, I think I'll be fine with it." Harry leaned in closer, his hair gracing her forehead. Ginny put her hands on Harry's waist and pulled him completely on top of her. She moved them under his shirt and then slowly made her way to the waistline of his pants, teasing his lower half.
It was obvious he like this feeling, since no sooner than Ginny had done this did his breathing increase and more warmth emanate from his body.
"Ginny? – "
"Shh…" she said, kissing him lightly. "Look." She indicated towards the movie with her eyes.
Harry rolled off of her and saw that the movie was over. "Well I guess I better give that back to your dad then."
"Yeah." She got off the bed. "We better start packing too."
Harry got up and gave her one last hug, before turning to his dresser and trunk. "See you on the train." He whispered in her ear.
"Can't wait…" she winked at him as she left the room.
A/N – EVERYONE WHO READ THIS! PLEASE R&R TO TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT!You should all tell me if what you thought I did was good and if I should push it further, you know, gracing the line of Mature…if you know what I mean lol. So it's very important that you R&R this time bcuz it will affect how I write future chapters! I want to know what you the readers like! Lol
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