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Sorry there's such big gaps in between.
I'm so incredibly busy.

I decided that in the beginning of my new chapters I'm going to add the end of the last chapter, just to refresh memories.

When we went to class she was awkward but calm choosing to act as if nothing happened, though she didn't act like it was a mistake. For this I was glad. As for me, I was almost all smiles, she shot me a disapproving glances and I just grinned at her. Just grinned. Harry and I walked together during a spare period and we sat by the lake. Him, dodging crumpled pieces of parchment I threw at him, me, laughing and almost in tears as he made noises of protest and suffering. He may not have my heart, but he definitely had my undying friendship.

Definitely.

I wondered.. If that was enough for him.

I hoped it was.

I guess it wasn't.

This is something I should have expected I guess. Maybe I was too caught up in my thoughts of Hermione to notice, or maybe I just didn't pay that much attention to him but, I was completely and utterly taken off guard when I felt his lips against mine.

Harry was kissing me.

For a few moments I just couldn't do anything but blink. That was how surprised I was. When he pulled away his face was red and he was looking at me expectantly. I just gave an uneasy smile.

What was I supposed to do?

I giggled nervously and covered my growing blush, I was human too.

"H-Harry! ..What was that for..?" I knew. But I stammered the stupid question out anyway.

"Well.. Ever since Cho.. Well.. Erm.. I know you liked me a long time ago.. But.. I..I like you Ginny." He looked like a man who was in pain. A pang of sympathy and panic hit me, panic that rose in my stomach and turned to fear.

My thoughts turned towards Hermione's explanation and it made sense, Harry had nothing really. Just his friends. But he had nothing /special/.. No one to confide in that understood. No one to comfort him with intimacy. No one to tell him it would be okay and promise it with a kiss.

I understood.

I still had nightmares about Tom Riddle every night. Dreams that are /so/ /real/ I wake up crying and sweating, still feeling the remnants of my soul draining away. I can still hear the sound of the basilisk.. The haunting lullaby of it's hiss echoing from the marble walls of my watery tomb..

Did Harry have dreams? Did Harry wake up screaming, alone?

Did he still wake up covered in sweat, the feelings of Voldemort's hand still on his throat? Cedric lying dead and cold someone in his peripherals, knowing no one could save him?

No, I understood all too well.

Harry had to fight alone, it was his destiny. But.. Hermione's thoughts are that Harry didn't have to be /completely/ alone. My chest tightened, and, even if it hurt me, I wasn't going to let him suffer on his own anymore.

"I.. Like you too, Harry." I was almost convinced.

Everyone was already whispering as we walked into the great hall, side by side, holding hands. Harry and I, as a couple. When we sat, I looked at confident and I sat straight but I wasn't really looking at anyone directly. Especially Hermione.

I couldn't.

But I'd explain later.. I just hoped she would be as happy as she told me she would.

Harry was smiling and red as he confirmed rumors and talked to Ron and Hermione. He acted humble, saying things like, "it was nothing.." and "It just happened.."

I felt sick.

"Ginny." My sight blurred.. "..Ginny." My stomach cramped.. "Ginny!" -- My attention snapped back to the voice, it was Hermione. I gave her a questioning grunt as a reply and she smiled."I just congratulated you." Her voice was steady, and I tried so hard to see passed the mask.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks 'Mione." I managed, going to my untouched plate to stop all conversation to me. But the noise continued to buzz around..

I don't remember what happened after that, my mind had turned to autopilot and I cruised through Dinner and the nightly announcements, without so much as a inkling as what was happening.

That night I didn't stop in the common room, even though they were all trying to get my attention. I just went upstairs, cried in the shower and curled up in my bunk. No one came up for almost two hours before soft padding of footsteps could be heard, then a weight on the end of my bed."Ginny.. Are you alright..?" Quiet concern, a soft warm voice, a comforting hand on my. I stayed quiet, for once.. Just wanting her to go away.

So this wouldn't be so hard.

I was such a coward. I was so sure.. That I was doing the right thing.. But.. Now..

She leaned down and kissed the part of my cheek that was showing, and I stiffened in surprise. She smiled, her soft lips making my skin tingle.

"You are so brave.. " Her quiet low murmur was full of love, her soft tones a melody that broke through the chaos in my brain. The only thing that made sense. She pulled back my blanket and crawled in behind me, pressing her warm body against mine, her full breasts against my back.

"I love you, Ginny." Her fingers slid their way between my thighs, her lips finding my shoulder and neck, "I love you."

"..'Mione..?" I questioned into the dark. I was startled, I was dating Harry… what was she.. Ah. My mind was wiped clean of protests as her fingers, her lovely, magical fingers found their way passed my underwear.

I called out her name in a different way.

It wasn't a week before my life fell into a routine.

During the day it was night.. Hermione.

My relationship with Harry was much like it had always been, besides the odd shy kiss from Harry. Often, I hung out with him, Ron and Hermione, but on warm days we would go and sit by the lake, his head on my lap, and my fingers in his unruly mop of hair. Just talking, or sitting in a comfortable silence. Slowly, I worked my way into his exclusive circle of trust, and he told me everything. His hopes, his dreams, his fears and his wishes. A part of my heart was just for him, and I listened wholly. Because I knew I was the only person in his world that he trusted completely. And it was only between me and him, I didn't even tell Hermione about things we talked about, I didn't tell her that sometimes the things he said worried me, how he often dreamed of death and his thoughts were grim and dark.

Because he knew he was going to die.

Night came too slowly when he was in these moods. Every depressed word he spoke installed more fear in me and I longed for Hermione's comforting arms. The hours seemed to stretch on, until I was exhausted and upset and I came to her straight from dinner, and she folded me into herself because she knew that my eyes read pain and desperation. Desperate, because I didn't know what to do.

I hugged myself and bit my lip until it bled, It was all I could do to stop the wrenching sobs that I knew would wrack my body, and I didn't want to wake Hermione.

"I don't know how to save him.." A hollow whisper into the dark, answered by the screaming silence in my ears.

Sorry if it seems short.
It always frustrates me how 5 pages in word is like.. half a page on here.

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