I only want her heart

Chapter 2 – Together Again

Harry turned to face the familiar front of the Burrow. The Weasley's home. His home too for many years now. It had always been somewhat reassuring to see this house, unscathed by any marks of war, but now it only seemed to increase his already high heart rate.

He ran forward to catch up with Ron and George as they approached the front door where a widely grinning Mrs Weasley stood.

She engulfed George in a giant motherly hug, then Ron, then finally Harry.

'Harry dear,' she said, 'How have you been? I didn't think you'd come.'

'Well . . . er . . . –' he started to reply, but was cut off by Mrs Weasley.

'But it's wonderful to see you anyway,' she said with a huge grin.

At that moment, Hermione appeared in the doorway with a grin to match Mrs Weasley's.

'Harry!' she cried, running towards him, 'How are you? How have you been? Are you OK? I've been so worried!' she finished as she flung her arms around Harry. It was a nice feeling, to know someone sympathised in how he was feeling and the hug gave him a little confidence in what he had to do.

'OI!' they were broken apart by the shout of Ron, 'What about me? I'm your boyfriend!'

As Hermione moved on to hug him, her cheeks a little flushed, Bill and Fleur arrived in the doorway.

George and Bill were sat on the hearth in front of the fire playing a game of wizard chess, while Mr Weasley stood by, shouting random bits of advice at both competitors.

Ron was sat with Charlie on the sofa, discussing the Chudley Cannons versus Holyhead Harpies match tomorrow afternoon, but he kept shooting anxious glances at Harry

Mrs Weasley was in the kitchen as always, cooking dinner.

Percy was telling an exhausted looking Hermione about the conference held to discuss a worldwide law hoping to be imposed about cauldron bottoms, whilst Fleur was sat with Audrey and Angelina (Percy and George's girlfriends).

Harry meanwhile was sat on his own fidgeting with his hands in his lap and Ginny still hadn't come down from her room, where she'd been when Harry arrived.

Percy got up to head to the bathroom and Hermione's head spun round to look at Harry. She had a very relived look on her face which quickly changed to concern when she saw the state Harry was in. 'You might as well get it over with. I mean, she's on her own and no-one will be able to hear you if you go upstairs and speak to her now.'

'Wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you,' said George with a quick wink, glancing up from the game.

'Okay,' said Hermione with a small smile, 'Check first for any sign of Extendable Ears, then talk to her.'

'Oh that's not the only method I've got on the go now!' said George as one of his Bishops took Bill's only remaining Knight.

'Just go Harry,' she said, ignoring George.

Harry's expression hadn't lightened, and he still didn't show any sign of getting up and moving.

'Voldemort, yep no probs, but talking to a girl, that's just completely out of your league,' she pressed on, obviously hoping to convince Harry.

He smiled up at her. It was just a small smile but she knew she had finally convinced him.

'Ok,' he said, getting slowly up from the sofa.

He headed over towards the door, but was stopped by Ron.

'Hey, where are you going?'

'I was just gonna talk . . . to, uh . . . –'

Ron's face was very panicky now. 'Well, er, why don't you just . . . er . . . play a game of chess with me now, you can talk to her later'

The last part was very hurried, and Harry was now certain that something was going on. He glanced at Hermione with a bemused look on his face, only to see his expression mirrored in hers.

'Ron, do you have a problem with me being with Ginny?' he asked roughly, turning back to Ron.

'No, no, no, no' Ron said very quickly indeed, 'Not at all, I just think – '

'Then I'm going to talk to her,' he said spinning around and walking pointedly out of the room before anyone else could stop him.

Harry stood outside the door of Ginny's room. He knew she was in there, he could hear muggle music playing. His heart was going so fast he was sure she could hear it inside.

What if she just threw him out of her room?

What if she ignored him completely?

'Well,' he thought, 'there's only one way to find out.'

With that he reached his hand out to knock on the door, but before he had the chance to, there was Ginny, standing in the doorway, looking so absolutely stunning that Harry's breath was lost in his throat.

'Harry,' Ginny stuttered, shock all over her face.

'I, er,' he started. Why hadn't he planned what to say? 'Ginny I know you said you didn't want to talk in your letter – '

But he was cut off by Ginny, 'MY letter?' she asked, 'I never sent a letter.'

'What?' Harry exclaimed, 'I got one from you saying you didn't think we should be together anymore.'

'I got one from you saying that!'

Both of them turned to face the stairs, fuming with anger. Who would have done that to them?

'Come on,' Harry uttered very quietly, turning back to face Ginny, 'we'll get them later.'

With that he flung his arms around Ginny's waist and pushed her back onto her bed, pressing his lips to hers.