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Harry lay awake in bed. A slither of moonlight slipped into the boys dormitories from the tiny gap in the curtains which draped to the floor near Harry's bed. He thought back over the past few years. He had met Ron, become best friends with him, saved Hermione from a troll.. They had confronted Sirius Black before they realised he was innocent, they had fought death eaters at the Ministry of Magic. They had all three stuck by their story when Dolores Umbridge was so desperate to deny the wizarding world of the truth. They were best friends. They were the golden trio.

How was it though, that the golden trio could be torn apart, so easily?

Harry thought as he lay blinking into the darkness. How could the golden trio be ripped apart by just a girl? But Harry stopped himself right there. He knew deep down that to him Ginny was not 'just a girl'. She was the girl Harry seemed to be falling for, but she was so much more than that. She was his best friend's sister. She was the girl who survived being possessed and being left for dead in the chamber of secrets. She was the girl who helped the golden trio fight along with Neville and Luna. She was a faithful member of Dumbledore's Army. She was intelligent. She was an amazing witch. She was thoughtful. She was beautiful. Yes, Harry thought, She was more than that.

Morning came around far too quickly in Harry's opinion. He was still feeling groggy from not getting much sleep after a breakfast of sausages and egg which he ate whilst being cast angry glances from Ron, whilst Hermione kept her head in a book but peered anxiously between Harry and Ron often. Ginny didn't come to breakfast at all and Dean was sitting as far away from Harry as possible, though news of the kiss seemed to have spread through the school like wildfire and the amount of whispers usually directed at Harry was tripled. Harry got up from the Gryffindor table awkwardly and dashed towards the doors to the entrance hall. Halfway up the stairs on the way back to the Gryffindor common room Harry saw a single figure approaching from the opposite direction with white-blonde hair, a pale face and deep green robes.

"Alright Potter?" He drawled, stopping directly in front of Harry.

"Malfoy." Harry said trying to keep calm as he went to walk around Draco.

"Ah, no. I was just thinking I should come and congratulate you, you see. Nice going with girl-Weasel. Personally would have gone with someone a little more.. upper class. But then again, you never were one for standards, were you Potter?"

"Malfoy get out of my way" Harry snapped and he barged past him and up the stairs to the common room.

As Harry approached the Fat Lady yet another familiar figure was lazing around by the portrait, however this one was much different in their appearance, a female with red-brown hair and brown eyes.

"Harry! What time is quidditch practise tonight?" Demelza Robins called out as he approached.

A jolt rushed through Harry and a horrible feeling settled at the pit of his stomach, he felt like icy cold water had been poured down his back and a hard lump had lodged itself uncomfortably by his heart. He had completely forgotten about quidditch practise. Moreover, spending time training with both Ron and Ginny.

"Oh, I.. I've decided we'll have it pretty early, you know, the cold. I don't want everyone out for too long. If you could tell everyone to meet in the changing rooms as soon as they've finished their dinner tonight?" Harry stammered.

For a moment a flicker of concern flashed across her face as she looked at Harry but she quickly regained her composure and nodded with a muttered thanks before disappearing off, presumably to eat breakfast in the Great Hall and be greeted with the news of Harry and Ginny.

The common room was silent and appeared deserted upon first glance as Harry's gaze swept over it on his way to grab his tattered (but proving extremely useful) potions book from his trunk. However he did a double take as he saw a flash of red hair and then the shadow of a figure curled up on a rather comfy looking arm chair close to the fire which was barley smouldering by now.

Instinct got the better of him and Harry found his feet carrying him to the figure who was shifting ever so slightly.

"Ginny?" Harry whispered, his voice wavering.

A mumble escaped from the girl's lips and her eyes slowly fluttered open.

"H-Harry?" She muttered once her eyes had managed to focus. Suddenly her eyes bolted wide open. "Harry! What time is it! Am I late!"

"It's only time for breakfast, most people are down there now I suppose though. You've got enough time for some toast before lessons I guess.."

Sleep seemed to have temporarily wiped Ginny's member and she leapt up, hugged Harry and then pulled back. "I doubt anyone would have bothered to wake me up if you hadn't bothered. I could kiss you!" She said, laughing and joking.

Realising what she'd said Harry was sure he could see a brief flashback to the previous events in her eyes and silence rippled over the common room.

"Suppose we've done enough of that.. According to everyone else anyway." Harry said.

Ginny half laughed. "Is everyone else really that important?" She whispered, slowly leaning in towards Harry.

Harry was half drove by impulse to kiss her, to be enveloped into blissful oblivion for a few moments, but would he ever want to leave the sanctuary of her lips? Would he ever want to return to bitter-sweet reality? To the fact he had to endure a whole lesson under the watchful eye of Severus Snape shortly? To the fact rumours were spreading? To the fact the golden trio seemed well and truly over?

"Y-yes, Ginny. They are."

She pulled away, taken aback.

"They weren't yesterday" she whispered, staring into Harry's emerald green eyes. Harry averted his gaze abruptly.

"Ron didn't hate me yesterday" Harry muttered bitterly and he dashed up the stairs to the boys dormitory without looking back.

"They weren't yesterday" she whispered, staring into Harry's emerald green eyes. Harry averted his gaze abruptly.

"Ron didn't hate me yesterday" Harry muttered bitterly and he dashed up the stairs to the boys dormitory without looking back.