...and she blessed me with a kiss on my cheek. I stood there, completely in shock. I have never felt so lucky before.
She pulled back after lingering for a moment, "Neville, you're the one that's here right now, not Harry."
My breathing stuttered in my chest. Then my brain clicked at her last two words.
"Ginny, you got to give him a chance, he loves you." I said, almost clamping my mouth again from my bluntness. She frowned.
"No, I did that already. He left me, remember? He-"
I cut her off, pulling her hands down from each side of my head, no matter how much I needed her touch. I didn't let go of her hands though, I figured Harry might forgive me for that at least.
"Ginny, he's-" but then the door opened. Timothy had entered and, seeing Ginny and me that close and me without a shirt, left the room quickly, getting the idea (even if it was the wrong one).
Ginny rolled her green eyes and smiled, making me smile. When she made eye contact with me again, she saw how serious my eyes were. Her smile disappeared, hurting me more than she knew.
I didn't say anything, I just brought her hand to my face again, closing my eyes and feeling her touch. When I opened them, I saw her, the smile had returned. She thought I was going to, but how could I tell her I can't?
I told her with my eyes. I wanted this so badly, but I couldn't do that to Harry. I knew that this girl, this lovely girl, was what he was working so hard for. I couldn't take that from him.
Ginny saw my look. Hurt filled her eyes, and so did tears. She looked down and tried to blink them out. Her hands slid away from me.
"Neville, I thought, I thought you cared for me." she whispered. God, what had I done?
It was like Malfoy had punched me in the stomach, harder than he has ever hit me. "Ginny, of course I do, it's just that-"
She raised her hand, still refusing to look at me. "No, you chose. Harry or me, and you chose Harry."
NO! "Ginny, no, it's not like that," I started, but she ran out the door, her crying becoming harder. The door slammed, and I heard her lean against it.
I couldn't hold it anymore, and I sat down on the bed, just letting all the events of today overwhelm me as I sobbed. First Uncle, then those three, now the only girl I ever loved, it was too much.
I wished that I would sleep a dreamless sleep. But I'm not lucky.
My first dream was one that I've had before. Though I wasn't actually there, I dreamed about Voldemort cursing my parents. They were laying on the ground, shaking as if they were having these seizures, and screaming "NO!" and my name over and over. It was a nightmare. And Voldemort just stood there behind the Death Eaters, laughing. I tried to run, I tried to help, but my legs were stuck in the air, like the air around me was cement and I was dried in it.
Then the dream changed. I was entering the shattered house again, Professor Slughorn's house, and there was the Trio, laying on the ground. All three were dead for sure, and the Dark Mark was hovering outside the window. Another nightmare of mine. But like before, I was stuck. Too late.
And then the dream progressed to something I hadn't dreamt before. I was still cemented, that much I knew, but I was in the middle of nowhere. I mean that literally, all that could be said about the place was the gray cement ground, covering as far as the eye could see. A few leaves blew across it, but I couldn't see anything besides a gray ground and sky.
And then an angel came down. My angel, her arms reaching out towards me. I spread mine apart too, just aching to hold her. Aching to stroke her brilliant red hair, aching to look at her green eyes, but it would be. She was inches from me, and then he came. Harry. I immediately shouted to him, "Thank God you're alive!"
He just nodded at me, taking Ginny in his arms as they went back behind the clouds...
...leaving me alone.
It must have been fall, for the air was wiping at me, and I shuddered to keep warm. It wasn't working.
I stood there, my body eventually going numb, and my mind only thinking about one person. And it wasn't Harry.
Ginny.