(Disclaimer: I am not Rowling. All characters and material surrounding the Harry Potter series mentioned are hers, not mine. This is not for profit, only entertainment. Enjoy, review, share, etc…but especially review. Thanks for lending a voice, Rowling.)

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I don't know how long I have been laying in my bed. It feels like hours. I'm quite sure it's been a couple of hours at least. The door knocker's lion shaped head appears on my side of the door.

"Miss Granger, you have a visitor. She says she wants to speak to you," says he.

My heart instantly jumps to my throat.

"Yea, let her in," I barely let out.

In walks the center of my dreams and desires; the epitome of my inner turmoil. She's in royal blue silk pajamas. My breath hitches. The acoustics of my dormitory makes every breath audible. I'm surprised the sound of my racing heart isn't reverberating off of the walls.

I avert my attention down towards the floor, feigning a large amount of interest in the centuries-old marble and granite. She walks to me after shutting the door. I watch her kneel down before me.

"Mione, look at me."

I refuse to meet her gaze with my own. I cannot give in to what I have been yearning to do for years.

"Please, Mione." Her fingers under my chin force me to look in her general direction.

Her eyes capture my own.

"You have been watching me the entire year from across the commons, and then you avoid me when I look at you. Why?"

I suppose that I shouldn't be surprised that she's noticed my behaviors. I suppose I would notice the same thing happening if it were her staring at me the way I do, her. I wish it were the other way around.

"I can't say," I choke out. Trying to breathe and speak around the heart in my throat is proving to be rather difficult.

"You can tell me anything." Her blue eyes hold promises of understanding.

I lay my open palm against her cheek. She leans into it. I caress the soft skin, slowly.

"Ginny?" I whisper.

"Hm?"

"Will you hold me?"

She doesn't answer. She rises up and sits on my bed. I lay down on my side, my back towards her, and she lays down behind me. Her body presses up against mine. The sharp pain in my heart doesn't hurt as badly, now that she's closer to me.

But she still doesn't know what I want to share with her. A few minutes of silence go by; silence as loud as a steaming locomotive racing to its destination.

"You don't have to tell me tonight, Mione," she whispers against the back of my neck.

Each and every synapse in my body sparks with excitement. My heart throbs with that sharp pain again. I shift my weight and turn so that I'm facing her, still wrapped in her long arms. My face is inches from hers. I am looking into her eyes and into her soul.

"I do have to tell you, Ginny. I can't wait any longer." Here goes my courage…

She closes the gap between us with a kiss. She steals my breath away in one second.

"No need to say anything I don't already know," she whispers against my lips.

When our lips meet this time, she steals my heart.