Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, and sadly, I never will be.

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Dedicated to: Lilykees, a reader of mine who reviews every chapter of my newest fanfic, A Different Life. She requested a Harry x Ginny Soul Bond fic, so here it is!

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Pairing: Harry x Ginny

World: Hogwarts - Mostly cannon up until Deathly Hallows

Summary: Ginny had always felt drawn to Harry Potter. At first she thought it was just that he was a hero, that he had saved them all. But over time she realised that they had a much deeper bond. If only Harry could see!

Just a little something for my readers who are Harry/Ginny fans. I know it's quite short, I didn't really have much inspiration for this. Doing a soul-bond one-shot isn't all that easy, because it's either too long trying to encompass all of the information and the flow of the relationship, or not enough and leaves the readers lacking. Unfortunately, I'm thinking that this one boarders on the latter :/ I will try and get a better one up, but this is it for now.

I hope you all like it :)

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The Soul Bond

Ginny Weasley had spent her entire childhood obsessed with Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Saviour of the Wizarding World.

She had made her parents buy books written about him, showing him performing incredible magic and fighting off nasty creatures to save them all. Harry Potter was her hero, and, in her young mind, she was his heroine. Ginny had 'loved' Harry from the moment she was old enough to understand what he had done to save them all from the clutches of the Dark Lord, and she decided then and there that she would one day become his wife.

Harry becoming friends with her brother Ron was, in Ginny's opinion, the best thing to have ever happened to her - ever. She had the boy of her dreams staying in the same house as her for weeks every summer, and she was determined to make an impression. But he only ever seemed to see her as Ron's little sister, and treated her as such. It was frustrating, but Ginny gave him the benefit of the doubt. He was only eleven after all, and was busy saving the world!

And then, when she started at Hogwarts and was Sorted in Gryffindor with him, her excitement spiked. She got to see him almost every day of the year. But he continued to either be oblivious to her advances, or just tried to let her down gently. Ginny was sure that she was doing something wrong. Couldn't he see that they were perfect for each other?

Then, the unthinkable happened, and Ginny had been possessed by one of Voldemort's Horcrux's, and had almost died bringing a young Tom Riddle back to life. But her Harry had come through, he had come to save her, and she had hoped that seeing her dying would have made him realise his feelings for her. But he continued to try and keep his distance, while Ginny felt drawn to him. She needed him like she needed air to breathe and it physically hurt to be away from him.

She continued to try to win his affections, but he was keeping his distance from her. When he started up the DA, Ginny just knew that it was her opportunity to show Harry just how good of a wife she would make. She would show him that she could perform the spells just as well as anyone else, better even! Ginny's defence techniques soared, and she soon became one of the best. Her disarming spells were perfect, she could stun three moving duelling dummies that fired back in under ten seconds, and her life-sized horse Patronus was one of the biggest and brightest of all the DA.

Ginny had thought that Harry was finally seeing her for who she really was. But then she saw Harry kiss the Asian witch, Cho Chang, and she was suddenly heartbroken once again. Leaving for the Burrow that summer, the pain was worse then ever.

Deciding that she had to move on, because Harry clearly didn't want her, she accepted when Dean Thomas asked her out. Dean was a perfect gentleman, and she had to admit, that if she hadn't already been in love with Harry, Dean was someone she could see herself living the rest of her life with. Despite her affection for the wizard though, her love for Harry was a lot stronger, and she felt like she was betraying Dean by staying with him but never giving him her all. And so she broke it off.

The few weeks after that Ginny spent mostly alone, wondering if she would ever be happy with anyone else when her heart clearly belonged to Harry. She felt it was wrong, to be with someone but not give them all of your attention, affection, and love. In Ginny's eyes, it was a betrayal of the trust between two people, and she couldn't do that to anyone else. Dean had known that Ginny was in love with Harry, he could see she would never be able to give him her all, and yet he still tried to make it work. But the youngest Weasley could see the strain it put him under, and the pressure it caused him. Ginny didn't want to be the cause of anyone else feeling like that. Besides, as much as she enjoyed Dean's company, being with him somehow just felt wrong.

It wasn't until a few weeks into the summer holidays of her fifth year, when she got drunk for the first time with her friend Hermione, did Ginny realise why Harry had never shown any real interest in her.

"You only see all of the Boy-Who-Lived nonsense Ginny, that's why he's not interested!" Hermione slurred, lifting the bottle of Odgen's Finest Firewhiskey to her lips and taking a swig. "He hates the fame. He hates that he's been put on a pedestal. He hates that the entire world is looking to him to save them. He doesn't want any of that! He just wants to be Harry. And unless you start seeing him as Harry, and not the Boy-Who-Lived, then he'll never look twice at you."

Hermione looked over at Ginny, and felt a pang of guilt at seeing the distressed look on the young girls face. Tears were welling in her eyes and she looked so downcast and defeated.

"How could I have been so stupid?" Ginny muttered to herself, using the sleeve of her pyjama top to wipe away the teams that spilled out. "I just.. I've been reading about him for so long. All my life, really. And I just... In the books he always does these amazing things and saves so many people and I guess I just thought that it was all true. I know now that he didn't really do all of those things but..."

"But you've always thought of him as this amazing hero. You've had this image in your mind your whole life of who 'Harry Potter' is, and you've been thinking about him that way for so long that it's hard to see him as anything else." Hermione finished. Ginny looked up, startled, and then nodded sadly.

"I don't.. I've been trying to see him as just Harry. But every year he seems to do something so amazing that I just feel like he can't be anything other then a hero. In first year, he battled You-Know-Who when he was possessing a teacher. In second year, he took on a 60-foot Basilisk to save my life. In third, he helped his innocent godfather when he escaped from Azkaban. In fourth year, he took part in a Tournament that could have killed him and battled the Dark Lord again. Last year, he taught half the bloody school defence for Merlin's sake! Every year he does these amazing and wonderful things and it's never to help himself. It's always to help other people and it's just so selfless and heroic that every image of him being just a normal wizard is shattered again. I'm trying 'Mione, but he's..."

"He's got a bloody hero complex and has to save everyone!" Hermione laughed, and then her eyes widened and she covered her mouth, mortified at the drunken and very unladylike snort that had just slipped out between her giggles. "But through all of those things he did Ginny, he never did it for the fame or glory. He just did it to help his friends and family and because he thought that it was the right thing to do."

Ginny nodded, reaching over and snatching the bottle of Firewhiskey out of Hermione's hands and taking a long swig.

After that night, Ginny had vowed to rid her mind of 'Hero Harry', and just try and see her friend instead. A week later Harry arrived at the Burrow, and soon enough he was playing Quidditch with the family and chess with Ron, sitting at his place at the table and it felt like he really belonged in their boisterous family. It took a few days, but soon enough it wasn't hard for Ginny to see Harry for who he really was. That drunken night had been a turning point, and the next few weeks just reassured Ginny that Harry, underneath all of the unwanted fame and glory, was just like any other teenage boy.

When they went back to Hogwarts, and Ginny continued to treat him as Harry, and not the Boy-Who-Lived, the two became closer then ever. Soon, they became an item, and Ginny was, in her opinion, the happiest girl in the world. But then, during his seventh year, Harry had gone off hunting Horcrux's with Ron and Hermione, and Ginny was left alone with a gaping hole in her heart. Every second Harry was away she ached for his touch, for his kisses, for his arms around her. She worried for his safety and begged every deity she could think of to bring him home safely.

And when he finally returned, and she was safely in his arms once more, Ginny finally felt at home. Her body was almost singing in happiness at the closeness, the proximity to Harry. The pain in her heart was gone, the relentless tugging that seemed to be trying to pull them together. And when Ginny felt Harry relax in her arms, a small part of her hoped that he had been feeling it too. She didn't want to cause him any pain, she just wanted to know that Harry needed her just as much as she needed him.

They stayed together after that, never being away for each other for more then a day. And when they finally joined as one for the first time, Ginny knew that their connection was something else. She could feel Harry in her mind, feel the love he had for her, the pleasure of their joining, how right it felt to have her in his arms. And Harry could feel Ginny too, feel her love for him, her contentment, the feeling of home she always had while wrapped in his embrace. Their love and the strength of their bond was enough to make them both glow, skin golden and radiating, as they finished as one.

After that wonderful night, they were both delighted to realise that they could still feel one another. Love, sadness, joy, anger, fear, happiness, disappointment, they felt it all. Every emotion one felt, the other could feel it too. It took some time to separate their emotions at first, but after that, they were happy to always know what the other was feeling. All of Ginny's doubts about Harry's feelings for her were washed away when she could feel his love for her. And Harry's fears that he wasn't good enough, that he wasn't making Ginny happy, slowly vanished as well. When one was upset, the other knew straight away and would always be there with a hug and whispered words of comfort. And when one felt happy, the other couldn't help but smile too.

For the rest of their lives, Harry and Ginny could feel the others emotions, even when apart. But it was always stronger together, and their nights were made more pleasurable then they ever thought possible because of the link they shared. Over time, the two opened their minds ever further and found that they could also talk telepathically.

It wasn't until may years later, when looking over a book on bonds while Harry was out, that Ginny realised exactly what kind of bond they shared. A Soul Bond. The second most powerful of all, and one rarely seen. It was such a slim chance that a person could ever find their soul mate in a world so big, that there was many witches and wizards who went their entire lives not meeting the one they were destined for. But Ginny had, and she thanked the Fates for making Harry hers. And she thanked Hermione ever more, because without her friend, she might never have gotten past the Boy-Who-Lived to find her Harry underneath.