AN: Ok here is the second chapter, sorry its so short.
The girl with the book was there again, only this time more pages had been filled in leaving less to record her memories. She looked up from her
writing to stare again at the person on the bed. His skin had taken on the colour and coolness of marble in the last few months. No amount of holding his hand in hers changed the temperature of the icy skin. The beeping increased and instantly the room seemed to over flow. She was pushed backwards towards the wall, away from the sleeping form and the people buzzing like bees around him. After a few tense minutes the beeping returned to its regular beeps and the bees left the room. The girl resumed her vigil beside the bed, and began writing again.
"You didn't tell me it was a muggle party!" Ginny hissed at Harry as she stared at the people around her. She thought Harry had missed her comment and was preparing to yell over the noise of some band blasting from the speakers, when Harry was spotted by someone and immediately surrounded by people. Sighing Ginny allowed herself and Harry to become separated, knowing that they would find each other after he had said hello to all his friends. She knew he preferred these parties to wizard ones because here he was just Harry, not the Harry Potter, but she never knew anyone there except Harry. Normally Ron and Hermione would have joined them but they both had been busy tonight with their once a month 'Ron and Hermione time'. Finding a seat Ginny sat down, preparing herself for a long night.
About three hours later Ginny had been hit on by five different guys – none of them being better than Harry, met two girls who had been alright, but had left an hour ago and tried more times than she could count to find a quiet place to sleep. She had seen Harry across the room twice, and only spoken to him once since they had arrived. She was tired, she smelled of smoke (thanks to the guys sitting next to her) and was entirely fed up with being at the party. After another five minutes and no sign of Harry in the room, she went looking for him.
"I've only got four pages left, I may need to buy another book" The girl said to her silent companion. Another two months had been and gone since the last beeping episode and nothing out of the everyday had happened since. For some reason she was compelled to lean close to his ear and in a quiet voice say what everyone had been thinking, "Please wake up, we need you here."
After searching for half an hour Ginny had finally asked someone if they had seen Harry. "He's in the room down the hall." The guy had mumbled before passing out again. Ginny curled her nose up at his breath – it smelled worse than Fred and George's that one time they broke into their parent's fire whiskey cupboard. She smiled at the memory as she moved down the hall to the door. "Harry I want to go home," She said as she pushed the door open, only to find that the drunk guy had lied. Sure Harry was in here, but he wasn't alone.
"I have to go now, but I'll be back tomorrow," She promised, before bending to kiss his forehead. Ever since she had spoken to him the day before she just couldn't help voicing her thoughts and feelings, as she had before all this had started. She rose from her chair and the last thing she did before leaving was releasing the cold, pale hand from her own.
AN: You know what to do, please click review (my lame attempt at a rhyme, yeah I know and I'm sorry. I wont try that again)