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The day Ginny left the hospital wing; she was followed by whispers and curious stares. Embarrassed, she headed back to the common room, hoping for a little peace. She walked quickly up the corridor, trying to avoid the pensive looks people openly turned in her direction.

With a sigh of relief, she clambered through the porthole...

Only to be greeted by loud cheers, whistles and several people rushing forward to hug her. Someone pushed a drink in to her hand, and Lucy threw her arms around her.

Small presents and cards were piling up in front of her; it seemed almost every Gryffindor was there. She glimpsed the grinning faces of Ron, Hermione and Harry, and pushed her way through the crowd.

"Are you responsible for this?" She yelled over the thud of music someone had started, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and before she knew it, she was laughing and hugging them all.

It was good to be back among friends, and family. Her stay in the hospital wing had given her time to rest, recover and above all think, but despite the constant stream of visitors she had received, it had been lonely.

Ginny was decided on one thing though. She was going to get Blaise back.

*Blaise*

Malfoy has been acting out of character recently. Usually about now he would have singled out some student for some game or another, but today he has been deep in thought. I can't really say I'm disappointed.

I can't openly disapprove, and besides, I'm not even sure where these treacherous thoughts have sprung from. I certainly can't remember thinking them before.

Then again, there seems to be a lot I cannot recall now.

*Ginny*

It had grown late, and Ginny was, once again the last one in the common room. She ignored her usual chair, and instead went to the window. The willow was illuminated by the moonlight, which cast deep shadows in the tangle of roots. The rippling waters of the lake were molten silver, and she swore she saw a single, lazy tentacle break the surface momentarily.

She sighed, breath clouding the clear glass, and leaned her forehead against the cold surface. It was a beautiful night, just like before. She tried to envisage how they would have looked from his very window as they played in the feathery snow, settling on carefree. How much could change in a few days. How much could be lost.

Deep in thought, she almost missed the movement down by the tree. Blinking, she focused and glimpsed it again, a solitary, dark figure. Her heart lept into her mouth, and her hands pressed in vain against the glass. It was Blaise.

She stood still for a few precious moments, wondering what to do. She was still undecided as she walked up the stairs. She was unsure when she pulled on a coat and scarf. It was only when she was headed for the doors that she realised exactly what her course of action would be.

The tall, wet grass swept across her legs with a wistful sound, as she surged forward. He had not noticed her, and she tried to advance as quietly as possible. Suddenly, Blaise smacked his hand against the tree trunk, muttering furiously to himself.

"I know this is not right. Something is missing, and I do not know what!"

Ginny cleared her throat, trying to pluck up the courage to speak before he turned around.

"I think I do,"

He twisted so quickly, she almost jumped, expecting him to shout. But he stood there, as if trying to place her.

"You are the girl who insulted me," He said slowly, tentatively.

She bit her tongue, cursing Malfoy's lies inwardly. She shook her head, taking a small step forward, trying to decide what to do.

He didn't seem to want a reply, just stood there staring. She realised how stupid she must look to him, and almost instantly, a deep crimson blush flooded her cheeks, staining them. She turned to go, and had barely lifted one foot, when he took her hand gently.

"You say you might be able to help me?"

Tears filled her eyes, as he stood, proud Blaise asking for her help.

"You said you knew what was missing?"

Ginny glanced down at her feet, before stepping closer to him. She gazed into his beautiful eyes, so clouded with loss and knew, in that second what she should do.

She leaned forward, and kissed him.