Author's Note: Been a while since I wrote a fanfiction, but I finally found my inspiration. My muse for this song is the song "Need You Now," by Lady Antebellum.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, character, or franchise in any way…too bad, really…

"I Just Need You Now"

Ginny stared out her window, up at the moon, from her bedroom at Aunt Muriel's house. Now that she was house-ridden, there was nothing to distract her from remembering the ache that was missing Harry Potter, her…Well, she wasn't sure what he was to her now. It wasn't a normal break-up; they weren't arguing, they didn't stop loving each other, no one cheated. She could see it in his eyes when he broke up with her that he loved her an impossible amount, and when she kissed him on his birthday, she was sure his feelings hadn't changed one ounce. And if…no, she decided, when, because she couldn't let herself imagine the alternative, he returned and Voldemort was vanquished and the world was right again, he'd be hers once more. And knowing, hoping, believing that they were only on a little hiatus was the only thing she could think of, because anything else was intolerable.

But the dot-dot-dot, the sitting and waiting for her Prince to come back was pure agony. He could be anywhere, doing anything, as close as next door, and as far away as who-knows-where. He could be, right now, at the mercy of…but she couldn't think of that.

Memories were flooding her mind – the time he kissed her in front of the entire Gryffindor common room, a romantic picnic he set up next to the lake, the time he snuck up behind her while she was studying and gave her a rose, all the times she'd sit between his legs, leaning against his chest, and he would just stroke her hair.

And the agony was not just emotional, but an intense physical pain that made her hug her lugs tightly to herself in an attempt to keep herself whole and together.

So she found herself staring up at the moon most nights, wishing for his presence and his arms wrapped around her, and yearning for the comfort that only he could provide.

And silently begging the moon to convey her message to the boy who had stolen her heart, she whispered, "Harry, I need you," to the cool, cruel world outside that cared little for her pains and sufferings, because it would not deliver Harry to her.

So when she knew that Harry was at Shell Cottage, it took the combined forces of Fred and George to keep her from hurtling off to find him. Luckily for them, she had not yet learned to apparate.

And when she found out that Harry was at Hogwarts and that they were going to fight, not even the twins could keep her away.