A/N – Hey I'm really sorry that this chapter has been so late, I had it basically written before this I just didn't have any time to get on and type it. I promise to try and update more frequently from now on! Again, sorry! I hope you can forgive me!
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7 – Falling To Pieces – 7
"Oops!" whispered Dean rushing to pick up the fallen suit of armor. Once it was safely back on it's feet, he put his hands around Ginny's waist and said. "Now where were we?" He kissed her on the lips.
Ginny was beginning to think Dean made the crash on purpose, just to get people to look in their direction. It was pointless however since they were in an vacant corridor.
"Dean."
"Yeah?"
"What makes you think I want this?"
"You don't want me to express my feelings for you in a passionate way?"
"This isn't passionate."
"Then you tell me what's passionate. I'll do it for you."
"It's not that Dean…Not at all."
"Ginny, I really don't understand."
"Look at me Dean. Look into my eyes. What do you see?" Her expression was indecipherable, but if Dean truly knew and understood her, he would be able to tell.
"I see…the most dazzling eyes in the world."
Ginny dropped her head so she was looking at the ground. A single tear escaped from her eye. She looked back at Dean, the tear traveling down her cheek.
"What about now?"
"Ginny…I'm really sorry…I didn't realize that you felt this way." He wiped her tear away, leaving his hand to cup her chin.
She kissed him for the last time, more tears flowing from her eyes. Dean wore a look of deep hurt as he watched her walk back to the Gryffindor common room.
"Goodbye…" she mouthed as the portrait swung shut, erasing his image.
The common room was deserted as well except for three people who were laughing with each other. Not wanting Harry to see her like this, she quickly ran into her room and put on her headphones. The music filled her thoughts, but unfortunately did not drone out the thoughts of Dean. Even though he didn't treat her right, she felt as if leaving him was a part of her as well.
I don't believe
In the smile that you leave
When you walk away
And say goodbye
Well I don't expect
The world to move underneath me
But for God's sake
Could you try?
I know that you're true to me
You're always there
You say you care
I know that you want to be mine
Where is your heart?
'Cause I don't really feel you
Where is your heart?
What I really want is to believe you
Is it so hard
To give me what I need?
I want your heart to bleed
That's all I'm asking for
Oh, where is your heart?
I don't understand
Your love is so cold
It's always me that's reaching out
For your hand
And I've always dreamed
That love would be effortless
Like a petal fallin' to the ground
A dreamer followin' his dream
Where is your heart?
'Cause I don't really feel you
Where is your heart?
What I really want is to believe you
Is it so hard
To give me what I need?
I want your heart to bleed
And that's all I'm asking for
Oh, where is your heart?
It seems so much is left unsaid
So much is left unsaid
But you can say anything
Oh, anytime you need
Baby, it's just you and me
Oh yeah
I know that you're true to me
You're always there
You say you care
I know that you want to be mine
Where is your heart?
'Cause I don't really feel you
Where is your heart?
What I really want is to believe you
Is it so hard
To give me what I need?
I want your heart to bleed
That's all I'm asking for
Oh yeah
Where is your heart?
'Cause I don't really feel you
Where is your heart?
What I really want is to believe you
Is it so hard
To give me what I need?
I want your heart to bleed
And that's all I'm asking for
Where is your heart?
Where is your heart?
Where is your heart?
Where is your heart?
"What was that about?" said Ron to Harry and Hermione, back in the common room.
"I don't know…maybe I should talk to her." Hermione replied.
"Nah. Trust me, the last thing she needs is to be talked to if she just ran away from us."
Harry smirked. He thought he knew what had just happened, but he didn't say anything for Ginny's sake.
"Well anyway, I am going to turn in. 'Nuff fun for tonight." Ron yawned and walked up to his room.
"We best be getting a bit of rest too, Harry. Lessons start again tomorrow!" Harry could sense the 'over exhilaration' in how she said that.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be up in a little while."
"Okay. Goodnight then." Harry didn't notice, much to Hermione's good fortune, that instead of heading towards the girl's dormitories, she followed Ron's unmarked path.
He lay back, just listening to the effervescent crackle of the fire and thinking about how much his life will change now. What with Sirius back, Dumbledore gone, and Ginny as his girlfriend.
The only thing that wasn't on his mind was Voldemort. After what Sirius had told him, he never planned on worrying about him at all. That is, until just that moment.
He fell onto his knees, clutching his forehead. Time and time again his scar had seared in pain, but it was never as unexpected as this. No forewarning whatsoever, too agonizing to focus on the reasons why it could be happening.
Ghastly images flashed in his mind. A man was screaming. The image a blaze through a burst of green light…that dreadful flash of green light! The worst part of it, the image was too distorted for anyone to tell who it is.
Then, a pair of lustrous crimson eyes stared back at him. He fell forward, crashing his head hard on the table in front of him. He lay unconscious on the floor next to the scorching fire.
No one heard him, no one saw him. No one was able to help him…
It was 6am. Ron had just woken up to go to the bathroom when he noticed Harry wasn't in his bed. "Early morning visit to Ginny I expect."
Just in case, he gave a quick fleeting look towards the common room. There was a dim figure on the floor next to the fire, which was long burned out.
"Harry?" Ron said. When there was no answer, he quickly shuffled down the stairs.
It was definitely Harry who was lying there. He looked as though he was sleeping so Ron gently shook him a little and said again:
"Harry? Wake up." Nothing.
He noticed a rather large cut on his forehead. That's when he started to panic.
"Harry! Harry!" he was now shaking him wildly. "Harry! Wake up!" he leaned in and put his ear to Harry's chest. "Please don't be dead…" he whispered to himself.
Just as he was about to turn around and get help, Harry's hand grabbed at Ron's robes.
"Ron?"
"Harry!" Harry rose to a sitting position, fingering his abrasion. He winced in pain. "Harry, what happened to you?" Ron was frantic.
"I don't remember all of it. Just a man…he was screaming."
"Here? Someone was here with you?"
"I don't think so…just a dream…a vision." He remembered the flash of green light. "Whoever it was I saw is probably dead by now. There was a green light, Ron. You know what that means." Ron shook his head knowingly.
"Why would it be in your mind though?"
"It's probably someone I know…someone I care about."
A moment of silence passed where the two of them sat simply thinking about what this could be.
"Hold on…" Ron said, flouting the silence. "Didn't Sirius tell us that you wouldn't have to worry about Vol-I mean, him anymore? He said that he would die…"
"I don't think a Dark Wizard as powerful as Voldemort – " Ron winced at the name. "Oh come off it! It's been 7 years! Can't you just get used to the name!"
"Yeah, sorry. Keep on." Ron looked somewhat embarrassed.
"I don't think Voldemort would die just from weakness. From my knowledge, he has no weakness."
"But Sirius said – "
"Sirius said that so I wouldn't worry! It's not over Ron…he just wanted me to think it was."
"But why would he do that?"
"I dunno Ron…but it's time to take things into my own hands. I just have to figure out how…"
At that time, Hermione came down the stairs, fully dressed with her books in her hands.
"What are you two doing down here so in the early hours?" Ron looked at his watch. 6:37.
"Good question." He said. "I'm going to try and get another half hour or so of sleep." That said, he walked back to his room.
"Goodness Harry!" Hermione gasped upon seeing the gash on Harry's head. "What on earth happened?" She ran towards him, setting the stack of books on the table.
"Long story short, Voldemort is back again."
"What do you mean, back?"
"I mean, he's still very much alive, and very powerful. I mean, he's still a crisis. Look, we'll just explain everything to you at breakfast okay?"
"Okay." Hermione looked slightly flabbergasted, but she picked up her History of Magic textbook anyway and began to read.
Harry stood up and started back for the common room. He turned back halfway there.
"Why did you wake up early to study?"
Hermione just looked at him and said,
"Harry. It's me you're talking to! Plus, it's a new term and I don't want to come to class having forgotten everything." Harry just laughed and walked back to his bed.
LINE
A few hours later, Ginny was walking down to the Great Hall feeling terrible. She had never truly had a long lasting affiliation before, much less had to end one in such a way as she did. It was disheartening and she couldn't get this issue to stop tugging at her heart.
Instantaneously noticing Harry after opening the doors to the Great Hall, she jumped back so her image wasn't visible in the open entryway.
Oh my god! How could I have forgotten about Harry! She thought. I can't see him. Not now. It's too soon…
She knew she seemed like she was making too big a deal out of this but even if that was true, she had to avoid getting caught up in an emotional knot. Especially in front of everyone.
Okay. I'll just slip in and sit down real fast!
And that's exactly what she did. She ended up sitting down at the far end of the Gryffindor table, nearest the door. None of her friends would find her hear but that was okay. It would be good to sit alone at a time like this.
She was glad to be sitting where she was since Malfoy walked in then, and the last thing she needed was to have to deal with his juvenile criticism.
He paid no mind to her however, just walked groggily down to the Slytherin table. He met up with his cronies in seats opposite Harry, Ron and Hermione. He whispered something to Blaise, which caused a laugh.
SLAP!
"Ow!" Harry yelped. "What the hell was that for!" he asked turning around to see who had hit him.
Of course, there was Malfoy, slapping hands with Blaise. "Sleep well, Potter? I see you've got a band-aid on your head. What did you do? Fall out of bed while you were practicing snogging with your pillow?" More guffawing from the Slytherin table. "Although, you don't need a pillow. That girlfriend you've got yourself is just as bad as one." Crabbe spat out his orange juice from laughing so hard.
"Oh yeah! You would know Malfoy." Harry replied sarcastically.
"Ginny would never even look at you with approval." Ron chimed in.
"That's quite alright, Weasley, seeing as I would never kiss her either. I'd be afraid she'd eat my face!"
Ron looked as if he would punch Malfoy right then, and the laughing emanating from the Slytherin table seemed to be filling up the Great Hall. "Your just jealous that Harry has a girlfriend and you don't!"
Malfoy's smile washed out. "What a joke! Me? Jealous of Potter? In your dreams." He turned around and started to eat.
"Something in the way he responded to that makes me think I hit the truth." Ron smirked.
"So forgetting about that, tell me about what happened to Harry." Said Hermione.
They launched into an intense discussion all about the vision, Sirius lying and possible ways of defeating Voldemort for good. They talked for a good half hour until Hermione realized she was going to be late for Transfiguration and ran off.
Alas, she didn't make it to the door quick enough and left an aperture for Pansy Parkinson to knock the books she was carrying out of her hands. "How rude." Hermione muttered, picking up the scattered textbooks.
Pansy left the Great Hall laughing, quickly to be joined by Draco. Just Draco.
"He's found his prey." Harry said with a laugh as he and Ron got up to leave as well. "I wonder where Ginny is…" he thought aloud.
"Maybe she's still feeling bad from whatever happened yesterday." Ron said.
Harry thought about this. Could there have been some other reasoning for her behavior than just the breakup with Dean? Or was she truly upset about that?
Nah, she hated Dean. Why would she have been crying about it?
As much as he wanted this to be true, his mind kept wandering back to the thought of it possibly being true. He thought about it all the way to class, only Professor Flitwick's voice bringing him back to reality. He didn't think about it again all day, that is, until he ran into Ginny.
A/N – Yes I know, I have become one to use cliffies almost every time! But hey! You can't blame me! The only way I'm gonna keep you guys reading is by using cliffies! (That is if I continue this HORRID HABBIT of waiting like 2 weeks to update, which I promise to try and stop! I know u must hate me for it!) Anyway, if anyone has ANY suggestions for me feel free to let me know them! Also, I have a plan for something that's going to be happening between Harry and Ginny. I will leave you to guess if it is good or bad! MWAHAHAHA! Bye bye! R & R!
