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It was difficult.
Very difficult indeed.
Today was one of those perfect days.
The grass was cool beneath Ginny's feet.
It had been a while since it rained, so sitting like this did not make her clothes become heavy with water.
It had rained a short enough time ago, however, that there was the phantom breath of moisture.
As soothing as the grass was, the sun was even more wonderful!
The warmth of the sun covered Ginny in a most eloquent blanket.
Its light filled the very air that Ginny breathed; greedily she drank it in.
It was so difficult to think of darkness and anger out here.
Her head was lying on Harry's chest and she had to suppress a giggle, his heartbeat made her quite giddy.
I feel at home with him.
This was the problem Ginny had.
She wanted to confront her family about the discoveries she had been making.
She wanted to be angry-she had a right to be!
But whenever morning came, it became so difficult to remember that life wasn't perfect.
Ginny looked lovingly up at Harry and breathed out the excess joy that had settled in her stomach.
Harry never asked question after question, with him there was no need to fill the silence with chatter about school, teachers, and the other pointless items of life.
Harry was content to just sit in sweet, sweet silence.
Although it does get a tad boring after a while.
Do not think like that, Ginny scolded herself sternly. Harry is such a lovely person.
Although let's be honest with ourselves
Said that secret part of Ginny's soul.
Could you ever really be completely comfortable with a boy you will never fully know?
No, no I understand him and I am certain he understands me!
Understand what? You understand nothing more then what the rest of the world understands. He is still, and always will be 'the boy who lived'
There was truth in that, Ginny admitted. She had always been intrigued by Harry; she had felt strong jealousy every time she noted how close Hermione and Ron were to him.
It was that air of mystery he was always covered in, he seemed to Ginny, like an incomplete puzzle.
But there really wasn't anything more to him then met the eye was there?
Stop it! Ginny said to herself.
Harry was brave and smart and… and….
And completely boring.
Ginny began to cry silently.
Everything had become so…. Confusing.
This had all started after she met that bloody vampire; Ginny played with her necklace, and pulled herself into a sleeping position.
Harry moaned quietly in his sleep and rolled over.
Reluctantly Ginny admitted to herself that she could not blame this on him.
She had always had strange visions for as long as she could remember.
When she was younger it was different somehow, more pleasant, silly visions really.
What she was having for breakfast or what present her mother was going to give her.
After her first year in Hogwarts, they stopped.
Ginny had not realized what a part of her they were until they stopped.
It made sense that she had lost them after dealing with, well with him.
And Harry saved my life!
As Ginny looked on at Harry, she still could not make herself feel the affection she had once felt.
Am I one of those horrible girls who only want what she can't have? Ginny thought horrified. Am I awful? Am I… Am I
Or are you just a little bit too good for him?
Then the visions came back, but how authentic were they.
Not very,
I almost died after all, that potion could have done worse things then making Hermione bald.
It's an improvement in her looks actually.
Such ugly thoughts…
I do love him, I must love him!
After everything that happened last year he needs me.
Ahhhhh but what do you need?
And there was the point that Ginny could not fight.
She always did this, always got involved in relationships where the other person was completely dependent on her. She made it so they felt they would die without her.
And that is not so nice either is it?
But why do you insist on blaming everyone but who is at fault?
"You are your own worst enemy," Ginny whispered to herself.
"All the Vampire did was show me the truth" Ginny mused out loud.
Everyone here was so apt at protecting Ginny (And protecting usually meant a game of pretending)
"He made me remember."