There was darkness, yet she could see everything. His hand was hot…but she felt so cold. She could hear him whisper at her, the whispers had died for a while, but they seemed to be as if screaming at her now with more force…more purpose. His hand slip up her shirt and she opened her mouth…wanting to scream, or say something…but she couldn't….

Ginny sat up in bed a moment later, her breathing was heavy, she could still feel his hands on her, even after all these years. It felt sometimes, like he had burned himself on her. She slowly laid back down and looked around her room trying to take everything in. Hermione was spending her Christmas with her family, so she had her room to herself. She sighed and sat up a moment later, looking down at herself and feeling a wave of nausea come over her. She tried to ignore the taste of the bile rising in her throat, and was able to quickly making it into the bathroom before releasing her disgust with herself. She slowly fell into a small ball on the floor and tried hard to not make a sound as tears rolled down her face. The last month had gone so horribly wrong. Why didn't Dean want her anymore? Why was he hurting her this way? Why didn't he care?

Harry rolled over on the cot that had been placed in Ron's room. He groaned looking around thinking he had heard someone moving. He was silent for a moment trying to collect himself. He knew enough to know that it was one of the Weasley's, the question was which one. He heard something that sounded like coughing coming from the bathroom below. He could hear someone breathing deeply, as if trying to control themselves. He knew after a moment who it was…who it had to be. Harry's perception of time was normally dead on, so he wondered why she'd be up. He slowly got up and walked down the hall to listen and quietly missed the second to last stair that creaked. He knocked on the bathroom. "Um…Ginny? You okay?" There was a moment of silence before her shaky answer of ''Uh huh, hang on a sec' Harry." She opened the door a moment later and stared at him for a moment. Harry stared back at her. Ginny had to look down, it was as if he could see…and feel the hurt that was bottling up. She sighed and walked past him when Harry whispered softly.

"He doesn't deserve you Gin."

Ginny turned to face him. "Excuse me?" She whispered softly.

Harry shrugged and nodded. "Ginny, he's using you…everyone knows it…why can't you see it?" He stepped closer to her and looked at her again. "Why can't you see how beautiful you are?" He whispered his fingertips brushing against her shoulders.

Ginny looked up at him, until this moment she hadn't realized how tall he was. "Harry. How would you know if I'm beautiful when up until now you've never looked me in the eyes?"

Her eyes flicked over to his fingers that were still on her shoulder and she shook her head so slightly he almost hadn't seen it.

"Goodnight Harry." Ginny whispered softly walking away from him. Harry watched her go for a moment and opened his mouth to protest…but up until a month ago…she was right….

Harry gently stroked Ginny's long red hair as he looked into the fire. Ginny had fallen asleep awhile ago…he just hadn't woken her up. The last couple of days the both of them had admitted to thinking about the things that led them together in the first place, everything made sense now. Ginny moaned softly in her sleep and shifted a little closer to Harry and snuggled closer into the nook his arm and shoulder provided for her. Harry looked down at her and eyed her cautiously, as if waiting for something to happen. Slowly his gaze shifted back towards the fire and his thoughts wandered again…