You and I

You know I never could forsee the future years
You know I never could see
Where life was leading me
But will we be together forever?
What will be my love?
Can't you see that I just don't know?

-Queen
A Day at the Races

It was a warm morning, the light poured into the room and Ginny looked up. Her bra lay across a chair, and her clothes were similarly strewn. She turned around and looked at Roger. She had never expected last night to end up like that, especially with her initiating the move to the bedroom. But in reality, she needed him; he was the only ray of light into her otherwise empty life. He defined her, he wasn't Harry, no, he would never be Harry, but he was really something. Roger stretched a little and wrapped his arm tightly around Ginny. Ginny took that time to study his face deeply. She recalled when she first saw him. It was at a mixer for the medical and surgical interns to get to know the medical and surgical attending physicians and make new friends.

"Hi," a girl said to Ginny, "I'm Kara."

"Ginny Warren," said Ginny looking up. The chestnut haired beauty grinned and shook her hand.

"Surgical or medical?" she asked.

"Surgical," said Ginny.

"Cool! So am I!" said and elated Kara. They both looked up at the ceiling when an African American man came up to them and smiled.

"Hey girls, Dr. Chris Coleman," said the tall man, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation, I'm surgical too. I had yet to find another surgical intern. So where did you two go to college?"

"Johns Hopkins," said Kara with a smile.

"Georgetown," said Ginny. They smiled and looked at each other when Ginny piped up, "Where did you go?"

"As a matter of fact, I went to Tufts," said Chris. They all smiled and looked at each other awkwardly.

"So how do you think our residents are going to be?" asked Kara.

"I heard the residents here are so tough that people transfer out after a year," said a voice from behind Kara. It was an Indian grinning with a glass of champagne in his hand.

"Why if it isn't Karan Chaudhury from Georgetown," said Ginny. She gave him a one-armed hug. Kara smiled shyly at him.

"I'm Kara," she said reaching her hand out. Karan looked at her and Ginny swore that if he were a cartoon character, his eyes would be bulging out and he would have been bouncing around the room. Instead he reached out and shook her hand warmly. Chris looked down at Ginny and grinned.

"So your first time in Cincinnati?" Chris asked from beside her.

"Yeah," said Ginny, "Yours?"

"Hell no, man, I'm from east side. I've been here forever!" He said, "Maybe I can give you a tour, next week, Friday, eight o'clock."

"Sure," said Ginny, "Why not?" Chris walked away to mingle and celebrate. Ginny noticed that Kara and Karan had a seat on the couch and they were talking very intimately. She smiled and, not wanting to bother them, walked to the bar.

"Martini," she said, "make it dry." The bartender started mixing the drinks, and she turned around, looking at the people. She remembered how she felt her first day of Hogwarts. Looking around at her classmates, teachers, and prefects, she was always very scared. A similar wave of fear, fear of failure, passed over her and she hoped that this time, maybe her life wouldn't end up so badly. She liked Chris, he seemed really nice. He was no Harry, or Dean…no actually, he really reminded her of Seamus. She smiled as she picked up the martini and meandered to a couch. She sat down and leafed through a magazine.

"God I hate these things," a man said beside her. She turned around and saw him. His beautiful blonde hair, slightly long and shaggy, and slightly tanned complexion made her heart leap. She hadn't felt that way since seeing Harry when she waltzed down the stairs of her house so long ago. But that was different, Harry was famous, and he was a part of her life that had been over for a long time. "So, what's your name?" he asked.

"Ginny, Ginny Warren," she said hoping he felt the same fluttering, but he looked completely stoic and calm. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Roger Milford, I know I know, Roger…what a weird name. But my mom is from England, and she's obsessed with all things British, hence the name, but hey, I like it," said Roger. He looked at her. "So are you British?"

"What?" asked Ginny.

"I detect a hint of an accent, if there's something I pride myself on, it's my brit-dar."

"Yeah, I'm from the UK, but that was a long time ago…a very long time ago," she said. Roger smiled.

"Are you a surgical or medical intern?" He asked.

"Surgical," she said.

"Aw, then I won't see much of you, but I like you Dr. Warren," he said.

"Ginny," she replied.

"Ginny," he whispered taking her hand. "Well, if anyone gives you any trouble, tell them that Dr. Roger Milford is protecting you, so if they want a cardiology consult…they'd better think twice," said Roger with a wink. Ginny grinned and took a sip of the martini. She felt good about the internship, and she felt even better about her life. Although it wasn't everything she was wishing for, it was something, and that meant the entire world to her.

She looked at Roger and smiled. Ginny looked at the clock and a bright 6:55 buzzed out to her. She felt comfortable in his arms, and although she didn't like sleeping with people early on in a relationship, she realized that the first time, they had both been drunk, and the second, well, she didn't really know how to explain that. Roger opened his eyes slowly.

"Good Morning," he said softly brushing her hair, "Do you have to go to work today?"

"No, I have the day off, you?"

"Nah, I'm off too," said Roger.

"Two nights in a row," said Ginny.

"I know," said Roger, "I think we need to talk." Ginny felt her stomach drop.

"Talk," she said as if it were a huge thing. She couldn't tell him everything, about her past, and most of all, about something tucked deep down inside a box resting in her closet.

"Yeah, I really think that I need some answers. Ginny, I need you to tell me the truth, and this will make or break the relationship for me," said Roger. Ginny looked down at the pillow resting between her knees. All of a sudden it looked more interesting than Roger's eyes, Roger's gorgeous eyes. "Do you like pancakes or waffles?" asked Roger. Shocked, Ginny looked up. She grinned and smacked his head with the pillow. Roger feigned seriousness. "I mean, it could be an argument over a waffle that breaks us up, Ginny, I really need to know."

"Shut up," said Ginny smacking him over the head. He pulled her back in an embrace and they leaned against the bed, Ginny's head resting on his chest. "And for your information, neither, I like toast and eggs…and some tea too," said Ginny.

"Spoken like a true Brit," said Roger. Ginny stared off into space at the mention of that word. "I'll go make some toast," said Roger sensing the tension and silently cursing himself for mentioning her past. He was really dying to know what happened to her, but he did not want to chase her away. He would ask her only when it was appropriate, when he knew she trusted him.

"I'm sorry," said Ginny, "I know I have secrets, it's just that, I can't really tell you some things about me at this point. It's too early in our relationship," she said.

"Well we've slept together twice," said Roger, "Isn't that trusting?"

"Yeah, about that, I don't think we should have sex…at least not for a while anyways. I'd like to get to know you better," said Ginny choosing her words carefully.

"Can we still sleep together?" asked Roger. Ginny looked up at him.

"I don't know," she said.

"Fine," said Roger, "So…about that toast." Ginny laughed.

"I'll take a shower," said Ginny while wrapping a blanket around her body, pleased with the way things were going.

"Harry!" cried Ginny. She ran across grass, her high heels in her hand. He picked her up and kissed her and her shoes quickly dropped to the grass as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She held onto his face and he put his arms around her waist. She broke the kiss and he lowered her onto the ground.

"Ginny," he said.

"Whatever happened to our breakup? I thought we were no longer seeing each other this way," said Ginny. Her long red hair was flowing in the cool summer breeze. She looked up at Harry's emerald eyes, and his raven black hair. It had grown slightly messier, but Harry looked different. He looked like he hadn't slept in days; dark circles were evident under his spectacles, and his cheeks seemed even more hollowed out than usual. He looked at her and cupped her face into his hands.

"Ginny, I've been lying in bed awake, cursing myself for breaking up with you. Believe me, you are the only good thing I have in my life right now," said Harry. She looked up at him, "I have never been as happy as I have been when I am with you. I miss you, and I just want you to know that, never have I loved someone greater, nor have I been thinking about someone this much. I want you back Ginny." He brushed some hair from her face.

"Harold James Potter, you just expect that you can just run out of my life whenever you want to, and break my heart, and then you decide for yourself that you want me back. Harry, I'm not ready to be heartbroken. I have to think…" She quickly picked up her shoes and ran away, tears in her eyes. Ron passed her, while running to see Harry.

"Mate, you hurt her once. Now we may be best friends, but you so much as touch her before she's ready and you will have a group of five men who will kick your sorry arse," said Ron.

"I'm not planning to hurt her," said Harry, "I love her too much. And I'll wait for her for as long as she needs."

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"Ginny, what's the matter?" asked Hermione as Ginny cried onto her shoulder.

"It's nothing Hermione," she said sadly, "I'm just so confused."

"Shh," said Hermione, "Everything will be alright."

"I hope so Hermione, I hope so," said Ginny. She didn't understand anything, but she knew she loved Harry, but he had just broken it off. He did have a good reason, and now, if he really meant it, maybe they could make it work, at least, over the summer that is. She wiped her tears and stood up. Hermione smiled.

"I hope you do the right thing," she said. Ginny smiled.

"Ask him out," she said when she saw Hermione looking out of the window at Ron.

"I don't know, sometimes it doesn't feel right, but other times I kick myself for not even trying to speak up to him," she stood up and walked over to the window, "But who knows what will happen after this summer? Right?"

"Right," said Ginny.

Later that night, Ginny padded slowly to the bedroom where Harry was sleeping. She looked inside and smiled. Harry and Ron were asleep in the two twin beds, and for the first time, Harry looked peaceful. She wrapped her blanked up around herself and walked to his bedside. She cocked her head when she looked at the silver moonlight glimmering against his face. His eyes glasses lay carelessly on the bedside table on top of a bunch of parchment and quills. Trying to be as silent as possible, she looked at the pieces of parchment; there were maps on it of some kind. She angled the maps out, they were very careful; they seemed to be highlighting something important. Confused, she sat on the floor and looked closely at them. They seemed to be detailing a treasure room, somewhere very far away, in a palace made of ice. Harry had circled a bunch of areas, four of them had question marks, and one of them had a "maybe" written right next to it. She quickly turned the page of the large bundle of papers that had a map of the British Isles. On it were four places circled, all either in the Lake District or in the Scottish Isles. She was so engrossed in everything, she didn't hear when Harry woke up and saw her.

"Ginny, what the hell are you doing up so late?"