A/N: This is the beta'd version. I would like to thank my friend Cottonpaw for betaing it. :)

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I laid in my bed unable to find sleep. The air was cold, giving me the chills. Grasping my hand around my blanket, I pulled it up to my chin in attempts to find warmth. My dorm mates were snoring away with their curtains drawn. Classes were tomorrow and I was going to be bloody tired.

The full moon shone through the window pane next to my bed. The moon beams crept through the crack in the curtains around my bed. The stripe of faint light shone across the lump in the covers where my knees were.

A floor board squeaked across the room. My head turned to the direction of the noise. With my curtains drawn I couldn't see anything. I just listened for the faint steps, wondering whose boyfriend had snuck in to visit. After a few minutes of hearing nothing, I gave up and closed my eyes.

I sighed and started to count Pygmy puffs to help me sleep. When I got to about fifty, I felt my bed sink down to my right. Alarmed, my eyes flew open and I blindly reached for my wand. I opened my eyes to see Harry sitting cross legged on my bed.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted at him with my voice just above a whisper. He flashed a smile at me before casting a silencing charm around my bed. Harry sat on my bed in an old gray T-shirt and a pair of blue boxers. I blushed slightly at him in his underwear.

"Couldn't sleep," he stated bluntly. I raised an eyebrow at him before telling him to get under the covers because it's chilly. He climbed in and pulled me closer to his body. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart. Harry wrapped one strong arm around my waist. He ran the other through my hair and started to play with it.

I felt myself getting pulled away but not really moving. The scene around me faded out as I found myself waking up from a dream. I forced my eyes open to find no Harry. The only person in my bed was me. I slammed my eyes shut, trying to get back into the dream, only after a few minutes I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I rolled over in my supple, snug bed. I attempted to rub the tired out of my eyes as I pulled the covers closer around me. I was in a little envelope of warmth and comfort that I didn't want to leave. Blinking my eyes open, I stared blankly at the drawn curtains around my envelope of warmth.

My head was still foggy from sleep. The lingering presence of Harry still was with me from my dream as I woke. I felt a tug at my heart as I thought of Harry. I just wanted him to be here. He didn't have to be mine. If he was happier without me then so be it. I just wanted to know he was safe and happy.

"Ginny! You missed breakfast! Classes start in ten minutes!" Julia, one of my dorm mates shouted at me.

"What!" I screeched and I leapt out of bed. I dashed to my trunk and pulled out my uniform. I striped of my pajamas and through on my skirt and white button down. I hopped towards the door while putting on my socks. I slung my tie around my neck, grabbed my bag, wand, and shoes, and ran out the door after Julia.

I slipped my shoes on before sprinting down four floors to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. I charmed my hair to fall neatly and loosely tied my tie around my neck before entering.

I slipped into a desk in the back of the room right before Professor Puter entered. I breathed a sigh of relief that I was not late.

"I am Professor Puter. There will be no talking in this room in less I speak to you first," Professor spoke sternly. "I will not tolerate anyone being late." The professor glared at me in the back of the room. I sunk slightly in my chair. "You're homework will be handed in on time. Last but not least there will be no contradiction of what I say. I tell you to do something, you do it without question." She paused at looked at us before continuing. The class stared back at the professor with frightened faces. "If you break any of these rules there will punishment." As she spoke the last word, a smirk grew on her face.

I sat ridged in my desk, somewhat scared to move. The tension in the class seemed to hang in midair. Professor Puter smirked again before starting to lecture on the Dark Arts. Surprised that the professor was talking enthusiastically about the Dark Arts instead of how to defend against it, I stared at the professor awkwardly before shrugging it off. I reached down to get parchment and a quill out of my bag on the floor. After scribbling my name on the top of the parchment, I started to take notes.

About halfway through taking notes, my hand started to cramp. I dropped my quill and flexed my hand, trying to loosen the painfully tense muscles. I was in the process of a neck roll when a boy in the once empty desk next to me caught my eye.

I did a double take as I took in the mop of messy black hair and the emerald eyes behind a pair of round glasses. My jaw just about hit the floor. I blinked stupidly at Harry while he turned and smiled at me. My heart wrenched at the sight of him again. All I wanted to do was to tackle him to the ground a snog the life out of him. Yet, at the same time, I wanted to bawl my eyes out.

I snapped my eyes shut and violently shook my head. Peering though one eye I looked to see if he was still there. I sighed with relief when I saw that he was gone. I couldn't take seeing him again, not yet. My heart still ached from his sudden departure this summer.

"Ginny!" Julia whispered violently as she stabbed my hand with her quill.

"Ow, what was that for?" I whispered back. Julia's midnight blue eyes widened as she gestured slightly with her head. I turned to look at what she was gesturing to. Professor Puter was storming over angrily towards me. She halted in front of me.

"Miss Weasley! Answer my question!" She screeched as her open fist collided with the side of my face. A sharp stinging sensation found itself a home on my cheek. I cupped my warm cheek in shock. "I asked you twice already! Don't make me ask you again!"

"I'm sorry Professor. I wasn't paying attention," I responded, terrified. I had never heard of a Professor striking a student before at Hogwarts. Professor Puter's jaw tightened.

"Let this be a lesson for the rest of the class. Miss Weasley, you have detention with me tomorrow night until I say you can leave," she called out so the entire class could hear. The professor then walked across the room, stopping next Collin Creevy. "Mr. Creevy, what is the answer?"

"The three forbidden curses are the killing curse, the imperious curse, and the cruciatus curse," Collin cowered slightly.

"Good, we will be getting to know these and the other curses mentioned today very well this year," Professor Puter spoke as she strode with her cloak billowing out behind her to the front of the room. Her cloak swished in a wave of black while she turned to face the class. "You're dismissed."

Without hesitation, I got up and grabbed my things, eager to leave. The class swarmed out of the room and spilled into the hall.

"Julia! Wait!" I shouted at my dorm mate. She froze and turned around. "Was there anyone in the desk next to us?" I inquired once I caught up.

"That desk was empty Ginny," she answered.

"Are you sure? It was empty for the entire class?"

"Yes, for the entire class the desk was empty," Julia spoke with her blue eyes filled with concern. She tucked a lock of chestnut brown hair behind her ear. I felt my face pale. It was then that I realized I was just seeing things. "Are you alright? Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm just going to go for a walk," I mumbled and turned away from my concerned friend. I walked to transfiguration lost in my thoughts.

I can't seem to return the feelings that you have for me. I can't see you anymore. Those words haunted me. They tugged at every fiber of my being. They shouted themselves at me every time I tried to relax. Tears built up in my eyes as the feeling of loneliness I felt over the summer while in a house full of people crashed its way back on me.

I was cold without his arms to wrap around me. My hands full of books felt empty without his hand entwined in mine. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push past the feeling of wanting him here. He haunted my dreams after he left. I escaped from the memories during the day and feared the night all summer. Now, his memories were haunting the daylight too.

'I probably didn't get enough sleep,' I thought to myself. I ran my hand through my long red hair. 'That must be the reason I saw Harry. It has to be. He isn't at Hogwarts.' I continued my musings until I smacked right into something solid but rather soft.

"Wotcher," someone spoke before grabbing my shoulders to steady my swaying body. I looked up to find the seventh year who help me on the train holding onto my shoulders.

"Sorry about that," I apologized. He smiled brilliantly at me.

"No problem. It's Ginny right?"

"Yeah, and you're..."I paused racking my brain for his name. Coming up blank I said the first name to come to mind,"...Octavius?" He looked at me oddly before bursting out laughing.

"Not even close. I'm Theodore," he replied trying to control his laughter.

"It's not that funny. I'm bad with names."

"No, it sorta is. How in Merlin's name did you get Octavius from Theodore?" He questioned as we began walking.

"It was just the first name that came to mind," I whined. "Let's stop talking about my lack of talent with remembering names," I suggested. He nodded his head as we strolled through the crowed hall. "What class are you coming from?" I asked after a minute of silence.

"Muggle Studies, or more like why Muggles-Are-Horrible-And-Should-Die with how the new professor teaches."

"There's something weird about these new professors. I had Defense Against the Dark Arts and all the professor did was talk about the dark arts. No defense what so ever," I told Theodore. His thick eye brows rose as I told him what happened today in class, minus the Harry part; I didn't want him to think that I was crazy or something.

"Wow, she hit you?" Theodore spoke in shock."I'll hang her by her toes from the ceiling for hitting you," he joked. We slowly approached the door to the Transfiguration room. I paused and peered into the almost full room. "Your next class?" I nodded in response. "Good luck then. Maybe I'll see you at dinner." He winked before leaving.

I let out a long sigh before entering the room.


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