J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I mean it. Not mine. I promise. I wish it were mine... but it's not

I'm worried.

Harry wants to talk to me.

Probably about Neville.

I don't want to.

But I have to.

Have to go, he's waiting on me.

"Ginny?"

"Yes, Harry?" Ginny looked at him skeptically.

"I miss you."

"Is that all you have to say? After treating me the way you did, all you can say is you miss me? What's up with that?"

"It's not just that I miss you, Ginny, I…" tears leaked from Harry's eyes. "I love you. I never thought I would love anyone, but being without you… it's like being without air. Without food. Without water."

"Just cut it out, Harry. I get it. You want another chance." Ginny took Harry's hands into her own. "I don't think I'm willing to give you another chance though."

"But I love you. I need a second chance. I need it, Ginny." He lifted her hands to his lips and gazed into her eyes. "Will you give me another chance?"