A/N Hmm, sorry about the long update, but I didn't realy know what to do next, I hope you like it now I worked it out! Thanks to reviewers:
SierraPotter: Like I said I couldn't really decide what to do, but I hope you like what has happened.
Kp: Glad you liked the ending, I wish I knew how to end the entire story, but it will come to me shortly I guess! Just bare with me!
KevinPotter: Yeah I know it's annoying all the falling out they do, but it makes for good reading, don't you think?!
The Morning After the Night Before
Harry shivered as a cool breeze blew over him from the half open window – he regretted opening it now. Slowly, he tried to pull up the covers without waking Ginny, but they were stuck around her foot at the other end of the bed, and there was no way he'd be able to move without stirring her. So he just had to lay it out, and try and forget about the cold. Honestly! When he went to open the window Ginny was in a different position, so it was easy for him to climb over her; but since he got back into bed she had moved right up close to him, so that he was unable to move at all.
Carefully, he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. It was all very well for him to wake up and think about the events of the night before – because he enjoyed it very much – but what on earth would Ginny think when she woke up and found herself in an unusual bed with someone she had once said she'd hated? Harry opened his eyes again and looked down at her peaceful face. He smiled at the look of contempt that sat upon her cheeks, her eyes and every other feature; what a feeling it must be to not have a trouble in the world. Harry had never had that. Even now, when his worst enemy was out of the world forever, he still had troubles.
A silent tear rolled down his face for a reason unbeknown to him; but he quickly wiped it away when he heard people moving in the next room. How embarrassing would it be for someone to walk in now? Harry shivered at the thought. His eyes wandered around the room and ran over clothes that had been thrown in every direction, in desperation to get them off. His breathing deepened for a moment, just a moment, as he remembered lying her down on the bed, and her last item of clothing being ripped off…
But then a muffled cry from the next room made him jump out of his skin and he pushed Ginny almost completely off the bed.
She opened her eyes quickly and grumbled and she held on to Harry for support; but not knowing quite what he was. Her eyes moved up to his face and widened quickly as they realised who he was – in Harry's opinion that was not a good sign.
"Harry…" She croaked.
He smiled weakly at her, afraid to see what she would do next. But her reaction was delayed as another shout came from the room next door.
"Was that Hermione?" Ginny asked shakily.
"I think so…" Harry replied, thinking that he had worked out what was happening. And if he was right Hermione would burst in any second now, so he jumped over Ginny and pulled some clothes on as fast as he could.
Sure enough, his bedroom door burst open a minute later and Hermione came rushing in. She ran up to him, tears of joy streaming down her face, and hugged him tightly.
"Ron and I are getting married!" She wailed, hugging him some more.
Harry smiled and hugged her back just as tightly. "That's amazing!" He said, kissing her on the cheek. But then his gaze fell on Ron, standing in the doorway, staring at Ginny in Harry's bed, still naked under a sheet.
His smile dropped into a terrified stare and Hermione asked, "What's wrong?"
She turned and looked at Ron, and then followed his stare to the bed. She gasped when she saw Ginny cowering under one sheet, tears falling down her face.
Then something happened that Harry didn't expect. Ron turned and ran to him, shoving him against a wall.
"What have you done to my sister?!" He yelled in Harry's face.
"Nothing!" Harry shouted back, completely shocked at his best friends behaviour.
"Doesn't look like nothing!" Ron yelled again, "Why is she crying?!"
"I don't know!"
Suddenly Ron's fist flew towards Harry's face, but he managed to move his head away quickly enough so that it hit the wall. Harry pushed him away as he clutched his hand and looked at Ginny, still crying on the bed. Hermione was now with her, stroking her back as she cried.
Ginny looked up at him, her face red and her eyes blotchy, and Harry felt the most hurt he'd been in a long, long time. He had been angry, frustrated, upset, but not this hurt. Tears filled his eyes as he walked slowly out of the room without saying anything.
He sighed and fell to his back in the long, green grass of a field. Harry had been sitting here, he didn't know where, for hours on end, trying not to cry or think too much about Ginny. But when he didn't think about Ginny he found that his thoughts always wandered to other sad things, like his parents or Sirius. He'd give anything to see them again. All three of them would help him with a problem like this. His mother would probably say it from Ginny's point of view, and his father from his. Then there would be Sirius, he'd probably just tell Harry to go and find any girl he could, to make himself feel better. He laughed at this thought, because his godfather was exactly like that. It was comforting to know that he could think about the people he missed and still laugh about things, but every time he laughed it always turned quickly into one tear, then another, and then another.
His tears fell down the side of his face as he lay down in the field. His life was such a mess and he only wished he could make it right.
"Harry."
He jumped and sat upright to see a bushy haired girl sitting in front of him.
"How long have you been here?" He sniffed, wiping his face.
"I just sat down," Hermione replied, reaching over and taking pieces of grass out of his messy hair.
"How did you find me?" He asked.
"You're not actually that far away from home, you must have just wandered and not known where you were going," She answered, looking worriedly at him.
"Ok, well you found me, you can go now," He said, trying to lie back down, but Hermione caught his arm and pulled him back up.
"Ron wants you to know he's sorry," She said apologetically.
"Oh does he, that's nice," He replied sarcastically.
"He is," Hermione argued, "He was just shocked. And seeing your little sister crying in a bed doesn't really make you think good things have happened…"
"Well then he should trust me!" Harry said loudly.
There was a pause before Hermione spoke again, apparently quite scared as to what the answer would be.
"What… What did happen last night, Harry?" She asked tentatively.
"We had sex Hermione!" He shouted.
"Look! If you don't stop shouting at me then I won't help you!" Hermione shouted back.
Although he was quite taken aback by Hermione shouting at him, Harry carried on arguing anyway. "Help? You can't help me! You may be book-smart but you can't help with things like this!"
"I know Harry," She replied, calming down slightly. She put her hand on his shoulder, "You've been away for a long time. And time has a way of changing things." Harry said nothing so she continued. "It's not like when you went out with Cho; you can't just have something go wrong and let it fix itself – or not get fixed at all. I know how much you love Ginny and she knows it too, you just need to show her somehow."
"I showed her last night," He replied quickly with a slight smile.
He looked at Hermione and saw her face lift a little as well, but still she persisted on; "I bet you did," She laughed, "But that's not enough. We're talking about life changing love here, like me and Ron," Harry looked at her and smiled again, "Look just, talk to her. It's no use talking to me."
He smiled and stood up with her. As he gave her a hug he said, "I'm sorry about earlier. Kind of ruined your big day, didn't I?"
"Not really," She said as they walked back to the Burrow, "My big day is when we get married!"
Harry laughed and put his arm around his friend. He really was happy for them; and he hated that he upset Hermione that particular day, but at least he had been forgiven for that now.
They walked into the kitchen of the Burrow five minutes later and Ron was sitting at the table, apparently waiting for Harry to come back.
"Harry!" He said, jumping out of his seat, "I'm so sorry! I was just looking out for my sister and everything! I don't know what got in to me!"
"Wo, Ron, slow down," Harry replied, a little nervous, "I'm sorry too, ok?"
Ron stopped talking and they nodded at each other before Harry looked at Hermione, took a deep breath and walked up the stairs towards Ginny's room. He knocked on her door a few times but got no reply, so he walked inside slowly. He saw no one there and sighed. Where on earth was she? Ginny was always in her room. He sighed again and walked out and up to his room.
He opened his door and jumped almost a mile when he saw a ginger haired girl standing in the corner of the room holding his Firebolt.
"Harry!" She said, nearly dropping the broom from shock. "I'm sorry! I just…"
"It's ok," Harry cut in, taking the broom from her and standing it back in the corner of the room.
There was a long silence as Harry did things in the room, tidying random things up, basically ignoring her, but not on purpose.
"I was just remembering back to my fifth year," Ginny started nervously, sitting on a chair, "When you put me on the Quidditch team."
Harry smiled and sat on his bed, making it clear that she was allowed to carry on talking if she wished.
She let out a quick laugh and then continued, "I thought I was so over you by the start of that year… But then you put me on the team and… Well, every time I saw you my chest just felt light."
There was another short pause as Harry remembered back to his sixth year. Everything was fine then. Well, better than it was now. He was just a boy and relationships didn't really mean much to him then. Oh, how things had changed.
"I remember that you were scared of Ron when you kissed me!" Ginny laughed suddenly.
Harry started to laugh to and replied "Yeah, he hasn't changed has he?"
Ginny stopped suddenly and said quietly, "I'm sorry Harry. If I hadn't cried this morning then he probably wouldn't have tired to hit you."
"Well, it… It doesn't matter now anyway, he said sorry…" Harry muttered.
"So am I," Ginny replied, getting off her chair. Apparently she didn't know what to do once she was stood up though, so she sat back down.
"Why… Why did you cry Gin?" Harry asked tentatively.
"I was just shocked," She replied apologetically, shaking her head, "I was really tired last night so when I woke up I had a job to remember. But I can remember everything now, don't worry," She said in reply to Harry's worried look. "But I wanted to talk to you about it, and then Hermione came running in! That I didn't mind, but when Ron came and looked at me… I've never seen him so angry in all his life, it was scary actually. And I didn't know if he was angry at me or you and then he tried to punch you which made me even more upset. But you were gone before I had stopped crying enough to say sorry."
Harry listened to the explanation carefully, but he was still confused, did she regret it or not? Where did they stand? Where did he stand in her life?
"Ok, well," Harry started, "Say Ron didn't come in this morning, or Hermione. What would you have said to me?" He asked.
"I don't know really…" Ginny contemplated, "I probably would have smiled once I'd remembered everything and asked how you felt."
Harry smiled cheekily and replied, "I felt amazing."
Ginny smiled broadly back and said, "So did I."
"Then what would you have said?" Harry asked.
"Well," She stuttered, "Probably something like… I love you…"
"What?" Harry asked, whipping his head round to look at her.
"I love you," She repeated, looking him in the eyes.
He stared back, deeply into her beautiful brown eyes, and he knew in an instant that she was telling the truth. He stood up and she did the same after him. They walked closer together and hugged, for what seemed like forever, the most important and most cherished hug in the world. And as the tears fell down Harry's face he felt like they were the only two people in the entire world. And for once in his life, he was crying because of happiness, something good had happened to him.
"I love you too," He replied, still hugging her.
When they finally let go of each other, Ginny held his hands and said, "Just promise me one thing."
"Anything," Harry replied quickly.
"Never leave me again?" She asked, tears filling her eyes.
"I won't," He promised, "I could never leave your side if my life depended on it. I'll be with you forever now. I'll never leave you ever again."
A/N Awww!! Tehe! Hope you liked it. Not cheesy at the end? I dunno. Anyway! I have decided how to end the story!! Literally as I was writing this chapter it just came to me! I wrote it down and everything so that I won't forget! But I'm not saying a single word on if it's good or bad. There are only two chapters left now though. So chapter 29 will be the last one:'( I'm going to miss this story I love it so much! Think I might have to read it for myself lol! Anyway thanks for reading please review!
