Edited 02-03-03: Thanks to amulder and everpresent (or are you one in the same? Your reviews were frighteningly similar) for pointing out the error with Ginny's eyes, this has been fixed!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ms. JK Rowling's characters…duh. This is my first attempt at Harry/Ginny…I do plan to continue it, if I get a good response. So, enjoy!

"In places no one would find

All your feelings so deep inside

It was then that I realized

That forever was in your eyes

The moment I saw you cry…"

-Mandy Moore "Cry"

~*Cry*~

Ginny Weasley was bored, and she pushed her long red hair over her shoulders, annoyed that it always fell in front of her eyes. It was Halloween night, and all the students were celebrating in the Great Hall, eating treats and telling scary stories unsuccessfully (Fred and George were quite dramatic with it, though).

Only one student was not in attendance. Ginny had quickly noticed that a certain Gryffindor was not engaging in the celebrations and was nowhere to be seen. She wondered why his best friends had joined the party, but then again, she noticed that his best friends were also quite occupied with their own 'private' way of flirting.

It was rather boring without him being there. From the beginning of the year, he had been talking to her a great deal more, even if Ginny suspected that it was because his friends had taken to having 'private' conversations. She didn't want to just be a replacement, but after a few games of chess and long walks through Hogsmeade laughing at all the joke's in Zonko's, it was obvious that the two were very compatible…as friends, of course.

She smirked. Was she growing feelings for him again? Her feelings towards him had dissolved from the enormous crush Ginny Weasley had on Harry Potter in her first year, but now…what was it? She actually felt comfortable around him, but at the same time she felt as if her stomach was ready to explode from the Snitches that were fluttering around. Is that normal?

Ginny was pleased with her feelings though, even if she dreaded being teased by her brothers. She had not stuttered once around Harry, and her cheeks remained perfectly pale (well, not perfectly because Ginny hated her pale skin) every time he walked into the room.

So, Ginny quietly left the Great Hall, unnoticed by the other fourth year Gryffindor girls to find her new good friend. She enjoyed their company up to a point, but she'd rather have an intelligent conversation with Hermione Granger than talk about whom was snogging whom. Well, most of the time, anyway.

The Fat Lady rolled her eyes as Ginny approached, and the girl blushed slightly, but she wasn't sure why. The portrait often sent her small smiles as she asked for the passwords ("Filibusters"), but today, she eyed Ginny with suspicion.

But, the red head girl paid no more mind to the portrait, and she entered the Gryffindor Common Room. It was eerily empty, the complete antithesis of its normally boisterous feeling. Even though it was brightly lit, the storm that was thundering outside clouded the windows with a fog as thick as her brother Ron's skull (she snickered at the thought).

She noticed Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, lying on a chair near one of the windows, and Ginny approached him, loving the way he curled up on her lap. The red head was one of the few that the cat liked being around, and Ginny took this as an opportunity to play with him as much as possible.

Ginny reached the chair and scooped the ginger cat up in her arms, rocking and cooing him to sleep (which he already was, but that wasn't the point). She sat in the chair, wiping off any cat hair that was left, and remained seated for a good ten minutes without being disturbed.

But one is never alone for long in the Gryffindor common room. Ginny's ears pricked up as she heard footsteps coming down from the dormitory, and since her back was to the staircase, she didn't have a chance to see who it was without looking absolutely obvious. And she didn't want to look obvious.

The footsteps stopped, but Ginny wasn't sure where. Maybe at the last step, she didn't hear the clopping on the wooden floor. She continued to stroke Crookshanks, and she heard the rustle of clothes, and the person sniffled softly. Ginny held a breath and turned around, knowing that the person was waiting for her to make the first move.

She smiled happily at Harry Potter, who was indeed stationed on the last step of the staircase. He must've just come out of the shower because his hair was flattened against his head. Her grin widened even more because he was wearing jeans and a patented Weasley jumper, and unknown to him it had been sewn by none other than Ginny herself (she had insisted the year before to sew Harry's).

He smiled back, softly, but Ginny could tell that something was definitely wrong, that his smile did not reach his eyes. She tilted her head and stared at him as he walked slowly to the couch in front of the fireplace. What should she do?

"Er…" She started, standing up and walking over to the arm of the couch with Crookshanks still in her arms.

"You're really good with him." Harry pointed out, not bothering to look up from the fire. Ginny smiled and sat on the arm of the couch.

"Yeah…well, we both have the same color hair, so…" She smiled brightly as Harry laughed.

"Ron's hair's the same color, but that doesn't seem to help his cause." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke and he actually looked up at her; Ginny could've sworn that his eyes were shining.

"Ron's just a big idiot and Crookshanks knows it." They both shared what seemed to be a forced laugh, and Ginny slid onto the couch, causing Harry to bounce and waking up Crookshanks. The cat glared at Ginny, then hopped off, slinking up the stairs to the dorms.

"Why aren't you at the party?" She asked quickly, trying not to avoid the obvious. Harry sniffled loudly and pushed the palm of his hand against his right ear. Ginny watched as he then combed his hair with that same hand, revealing his lightening bolt scar. Ginny suddenly got a terrible feeling in her gut, "Oh, Harry! Is your scar hurting?"

He turned to her quickly and shook his head, putting his hands up in defense.

"Oh, no, no! It's…it's nothing about that…exactly." She watched as Harry blushed and he darted his eyes towards the ground. Ginny suddenly felt very warm herself, and she began to twirl a strand of her hair around her finger unconsciously.

"Then…what's wrong? Unless you don't want to talk about it…" She really hoped that he did, but she didn't want to be a nudge. Maybe she shouldn't have come up here after all...

Harry shook his head and released a breath rather loudly.

"I do…but then I don't, is that weird?" He looked back at her, questioning eyebrows raised. Ginny shrugged slightly, and then winced because the hair that was twirled around her finger was too tight.

"If it hurts to keep it inside…then you should talk about it, but maybe I'm not the right person to talk about it with…" She wanted to smack her forehead, why was she always putting herself down?

"I don't think there's anyone better…" Harry said with a muffled voice; he had covered his face in his hands. She just watched as he sat with his elbows on his legs, his shoulders heaving as he breathed deeply.

Ginny wasn't sure if she would be able to handle a serious discussion with him, especially with a past like Harry's. Who knows what he could be worried about? Voldemort? She would only say that name in her head, please don't let it be about that. Sirius Black? He hasn't been caught yet; maybe he's worried about getting attacked by him. Cedric? Ginny knew how horrible Harry felt about the poor Hufflepuff's death.

Though…it might be about something silly, like how he felt ignored about Hermione and Ron's 'budding' relationship. Or…maybe he was having girl troubles. Ginny really hoped it was something like that, even though she'd probably have to go cry after she finished consoling him.

"Harry?" She finally asked after sitting in silence for a few minutes. Ginny scooted over closer to him, leaning forward so she could try to see his face. The brightness of the room was able to show her that fresh droplets of tears had seeped from his hands and were now making little trails down his forearms. Ginny gasped in surprise, never seeing Harry this upset.

He pulled his glasses off and threw them on the cushion beside him. With clenched fists, Harry rubbed his emerald eyes furiously.

"They died, they died today." His voice was higher than she had ever heard it, and his eyes darted away from hers, his cheeks scarlet from the embarrassment he felt he was enduring. Ginny felt horrible about how he was acting and the fact that she had no idea what he was talking about,

"Who? Harry…who died?" She asked softly, her mind searching for anything in the Daily Prophet that might help her.

Harry threw his hands down to his side and rolled his eyes to look up at the ceiling, as if trying to keep his tears from falling.

"My…my parents." He choked out and he had to let his tears fall, so he covered his face again. "I found a letter." He mumbled. "This summer, in the Dursley's attic, it told them everything about my parents' deaths, and they never told me about it! They died Halloween night, 1981."

Ginny's mouth hung slack as she listened to Harry's cry. All she wanted to do was let him cry into her shoulder, but she didn't know how he would react to someone else's touch.

"It's okay, Harry..." was all she could think of saying. But Harry shook his head from behind his hands, letting them fall into his lap. He stared at her, almost pleadingly, with green eyes surrounded by a very sad red.

"No, it's not, I've celebrated Halloween my entire life without knowing what a horrible day it was, and I feel like I've betrayed them! I've never even been to their graves; they must think I've forgotten about them! For fourteen years their tombstones have been abandoned in some cemetery, because I apparently have no living relatives to leave them flowers or anything. They must be so upset at me, I wouldn't want me as a son if I were them, it's so unfair to them."

He swatted at his eyes heatedly, slightly wetting Ginny's bare arms with his tears. Harry sighed angrily as he rolled his shoulders to get some kinks out of them.

"And I shouldn't be crying," He choked a laugh, trying to regain control. "Crying is for babies who don't know how to deal with the pain. Ron and I are always telling Hermione not to cry, and here I am doing exactly what I say not to do, God, I'm such a hypocrite!" He spat, his breathing ragged. Ginny finally decided to try and calm him down.

"Crying is not for babies, Harry, don't you ever think you're weak." She cautiously put a hand on his shoulder, and was surprised that he didn't shove her off. "Crying is something to cleanse your mind, to get rid of the bad feelings."

Ginny felt extremely stupid for the comment, reminding her of her mother. She remembered her mother saying that to Ron one summer, after he had broken his wrist while in a Quidditch match with their brothers. He had absolutely refused to let the inevitable tears fall, but it was just hurting him more. Her mother talked in a soft voice and made Ron feel as if it was okay, as if everything would be all right. Maybe Ginny could use the same approach, though in an entirely different situation.

"Don't try to be a macho dolt like my brother, it's okay to cry…it helps." She said soothingly, and her hand fell to his back to rub it in an assuring manner. Harry's shoulders sunk at her gesture, and he stared into the fire with empty eyes. Silent tears trickled down his cheeks and his lips twitched, ready to cry out.

"I miss them." He barely whispered, turning his head slightly towards her. He nodded knowingly, and Ginny copied his movements. "I have absolutely no memories of them, but God, I would do anything to see them...even if it means…hmm…" Harry turned away from her, and Ginny sucked in a quick breath.

"Don't you dare do anything stupid!" She exclaimed grabbing his shoulder and making him turn towards her. Harry stared at her in bewilderment, but his cheeks flushed as he realized the she knew what he was talking about.

"There is absolutely no reason to talk like that!" Ginny shouted, her hair flailing around her head. "You are a wonderful person with a wonderful life, even if it is a little bit rough right now. If you ever think about ending your life, if you ever do anything to harm yourself, I swear, Harry James Potter, that you will not have to kill yourself because I will do it for you! I care too much about you to see you end up like that!"

Ginny tried to catch her breath after her rant, and immediately began to blush after she realized what she said. Harry stared at her, right into her dark brown eyes, as if she was some unique creature on display. The youngest Weasley did not know what to do; she had never been stared at in this way before. Was he angry? Was he grateful? Was he even aware of what was happening?

"I can take a lot of pain." Harry muttered, staring back at the fire. Ginny wanted to hit him hard across the face. Did he not hear anything she just said? But maybe he didn't need to be told anything; maybe he just needed her to listen…

"Have you done anything, Harry?" Ginny asked softly, letting her hand drift down his arm, landing on his wrist. She was afraid of what might be under his sleeves. He leaned back into the couch and shook his head, though he kept his eyes away from locking onto hers. His hand left from under hers as he crossed his arms.

"No…but…I have thought about it, I'll admit. I've chickened out every time I get close." He chuckled softly; it was almost frightening to the red head's ears. Harry turned to her, a sad smile on his face. "Can you imagine? I can read the Daily Prophet's headlines now: 'The-Boy-Who-Lived afraid of a few random cuts on his wrist; what happened to the Harry Potter we once knew and loved?' Can't you just see it?"

Ginny forced a weak smile and nodded. Harry frowned at her response, and changed his position on the couch, so now he had one leg underneath him, his body turned towards her.

"I've scared you, haven't I?" He seemed extremely worried as he leaned forward, trying to look her in the eyes. Ginny continued to avoid his gaze as she curled her tongue in her mouth; something she often did when she was under intense pressure.

"Please…don't be scared." Harry sighed, reaching out and taking her one hand that was pushed against the couch with both of his. She couldn't believe that she could feel so warm and embarrassed while tears of despair started to leak out of her eyes. Harry bit his tongue and his leg shook; he had absolutely no idea what to do with a crying girl, Ron usually took care of Hermione.

"Of course I'm scared." Ginny cried softly, trying desperately to hold her tears in. She finally turned to him, her eyes wide with fear. "You really have no idea how much I care about you, Harry. You're the one thing, besides my family, that has always been so constant. You're Harry Potter, Ron's best friend, and I could always expect you to come and stay at The Burrow, to keep my brothers out of my hair. Harry, the Quidditch player who would make sure I got to hold the Snitch before you had to give it back to Madame Hooch. You're Harry, the boy who saved me from…from…Voldemort. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You're just Harry and I'll be damned if I have to live without--"

Her cry was cut short by Harry's lips upon hers. Ginny's eyes widened in shock, but they fluttered closed from the feeling he was sending into her. It wasn't her first kiss, she thought for a split second back to the other pair of lips that had rested upon hers.

This kiss was nothing like the Truth or Dare kiss she and Colin had shared. The young photographer and herself had just pressed their lips against each other's, neither daring to move or open their tightly shut eyes. It had been at the beginning of this year, on the Hogwarts Express, and Ginny had wished that she had never taken part so that this could be her first kiss.

Harry had literally just grabbed her lips with his, but in that quick motion, they had connected into what Ginny thought was perfection. His upper lip was settled between her two lips as he pulled at hers slightly, bringing her closer. She had absolutely no idea how experienced Harry was at kissing, but she figured that he didn't have much more than her, because he wasn't trying to take the kiss any further, but the red head did not mind.

It wasn't even the fact that he kissed her that shocked her. It was the shock that raced through all her veins and capillaries, up and down her legs, and back towards her lips, just to start again. He still held her hand tightly, and somehow (she couldn't figure out how she did two things at once) her other hand found his, and they just sat, their lips and hands connected.

He quickly pulled apart (it seemed like eternity to Ginny, but was actually just about five seconds) staring at her in amazement, his face flushed and his mouth forming a silly/scared grin. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he just let it hang, as if he couldn't believe what he just did.

"I…" He began, darting his eyes away and blushing even deeper than he had. Ginny was afraid that he was going to stop breathing, so she squeezed his hands to make him look back at her.

"It's alright." She said quickly, smiling. Harry still looked very confused with his actions, but the scared part of his smile slid away and he just stared at her, as if content. His head was tilted slightly, and the way his green eyes shone (they still shined with tears, but Ginny believed that they weren't of sadness) showed her that the kiss had not been a mistake on his part.

Harry smiled sheepishly at her, and he let go of her hands, just to reach for his glasses that still lied on the cushion behind him. As he placed them on, Ginny couldn't help smile at his hair, which was actually flat against his head, only because of the wetness of it.

He slid on his glasses and smiled at her as if he was expecting some sort of critique. Ginny absolutely loved how he could be the most famous wizard of his time, and still be embarrassed by his wire rim glasses. She felt herself blush at her thoughts. Love? Er…they weren't quite there. Yet. Ginny had to suppress a laugh, but wasn't successful. Harry ran a hand through his hair, splashing her slightly.

"Laughing at my sopping mop?" He winked at her and Ginny continued to laugh, although she shook her head. Harry narrowed his eyes playfully at her, and without a warning, shook his head quickly back and forth, splattering water all over her face.

Ginny squealed in shock and happiness because she had gotten Harry out of his solemn mood. She covered her face to protect herself from the water, but Harry was not going to let her get away. He grabbed her wrists gently and pulled them towards his hair, making her hands run through his soaking locks. It wasn't until Ginny's hands had made their way all the way to the base of his neck that the two noticed they were extremely close again.

She was sitting on her knees on the couch, and Harry still had one leg under him. Ginny wondered how they could have gotten so close without realizing it, but it wasn't as if she minded. She liked feeling Harry's warm breath on her face, his breath smelled like toothpaste, which made her crack a bubbly smile.

Harry smiled affectionately at her, with a gleam in his emerald green eyes that brought tears of joy to her drops of chocolate. Here she was, little Ginny Weasley, with her arms around the boy she has had a crush on for her entire time at Hogwarts. He was staring at her with the utmost look of bliss on his face, and she knew it was because of what she said to him. She made him happy, and she was the one he was going to talk to when he had problems.

While she was busy playing the hair on his neck, Harry's arms traveled away from her wrists, and down to her waist, where his fingertips touched her sides, barely. Ginny smiled brightly at him, and brought her nose close to his, barely grazing it.

"Er…" He said quietly, his eyes darting from her eyes to their connected noses. She raised her eyebrows, showing that she heard him and was allowing him to continue. "Can I…would you let me kiss you, again?"

Ginny didn't even answer him, she took it upon herself to press her lips on his, and Harry answered with what sounded like a sigh of surprise and enjoyment all at once. This time, their lips danced upon each other's, their mouths opening slightly but neither daring to enter those crevices. Harry's hands finally laid flat on her sides, and brought themselves around her back, hugging her around the waist. She didn't want to break the kiss, she didn't ever want to have her lips separated from Harry's, but, oxygen is necessary, and they parted, smiling giddily at each other.

His arms slunk away from her waist, and Ginny reluctantly brought her arms down from his neck. They just sat, staring at each other, each with a bit of confusion in their eyes. Ginny didn't want to have to wait to ask questions, she knew that the Halloween celebrations would be over soon, and the common room would then be filled with giddy Gryffindors.

"Er…" They had just shared a very intimate moment together, and now Ginny couldn't think of anything to say. Harry looked just as clueless, and the red head didn't feel as bad for her lack of speech. "They are…proud of you, Harry. I'm sure of it."

His emerald eyes widened behind his glasses, and Harry seemed genuinely intrigued by her comment. He scooted closer to her, leaning forward very interested.

"How do you know? What makes you say that?"

Ginny shrugged slightly, embarrassed for all the thoughts that had popped into her head. Hell, she was proud of him, there was no way that his parents weren't.

"Because…you've done everything that they'd have wanted you to do. I don't even have to list the amazing things you've accomplished! Plus, you're the new Quidditch Captain, even though I know you don't think you deserve it. I bet your dad would have had you flying before you could even walk." Harry blushed slightly, but he didn't drop his gaze from her.

"Do you think…they can…see me?" Ginny knew that he was extremely uneasy as he asked these questions; boys were always stupid when it came to sensitive subjects. Deciding that the best approach would be to involve some humor, Ginny took his glasses off of his face, and placed them over her eyes. Her vision blurred for a few seconds, but her eyes finally focused and she turned to shoot a glittering grin towards him. She was surprised to see that he had his chin rested on his fist, his elbow propped on his leg. Harry was waiting for her answer, and Ginny was ready to give it,

"I've heard you look exactly like your father, from the hair to the glasses." She began, and Harry nodded as if he was listening to a very interesting and captivating lecture. Ginny's cheeks began to redden, but she continued. "So, if his glasses were as thick as yours…" She pulled them off and rubbed her eyes with one closed fist. "He should be able to see you from just about anywhere."

Harry chuckled and took his glasses back, letting them sit at the tip of his nose. Ginny thought he looked very handsome without the glasses, but she knew he needed them.

"Honestly, though," She said. "I believe that those who pass on still watch us…I don't think they ever truly disappear..." Ginny felt her face heat up, and her eyes watered slightly as she thought of her grandmother that had passed away recently.

The red head often felt as if the woman she fondly called 'Nana' helped her out in sticky situations, like the year before when she slipped on some ice in Hogsmeade and had miraculously not broken any of the glass figurines she was holding. Ginny could have sworn that she had heard her Nana's whispers in the wind. She didn't notice Harry shifting closer to her, but she did feel his arm wrap around her shoulders.

Ginny turned to him, forcing a sad smile. Harry softly smiled back and leaned his head against hers, squeezing her shoulders. He didn't have to say anything; he knew what she was thinking about, and he knew that nothing could be said to change the past.

The red head leaned her head into his shoulder, both of them slipping back to sit against the couch. She watched the fire spark and flare, jumping in the fireplace at various and random angles. Ginny felt remarkable warmth, and she knew she could sit in that position for a very long time. She didn't want to ruin the moment, but Ginny couldn't resist looking up at Harry, to make sure that this was actually happening, that she finally had what she had prayed for so much.

Her brown eyes flickered towards his as she tilted her head to get a good look at him. Surprisingly, Harry was already staring down at her instead of watching the fire like she had, a very gentle smile on his face. His glittering eyes were soft and passive, and when her eyes met his, he wrinkled his nose in acknowledgement that he saw her. Ginny couldn't shake off the intense feeling Harry's eyes were sending her, so she didn't even move when he leaned in and captured her lips again, giving her a very slow and lingering kiss. It surpassed the others (though she would never forget them) in such a way that Ginny literally felt her heart flip in her chest, she thought she was going to start screaming giddily and dance around the room as if she was alone and listening to her favorite song.

They parted, stared into each other's eyes for a few more moments, and then Ginny found her spot in his shoulder again and nestled into him, watching the fire once again. Harry's arm tightened around her, and he too let his gaze drop to the fire.

Beautiful things don't last forever, Ginny and Harry knew, and as said before, the Gryffindor common room was never empty for long. A voice or two could be heard outside the portrait, and Ginny made a move to get out from under Harry's arm, but he kept it firmly around her shoulders. She looked up at him, alarmed, but he just sent her a reassuring smile, and Ginny knew that he wanted everyone to know.

"You sure?" She whispered, checking back towards the portrait entrance, where the voices were getting louder. Harry simply kissed her temple, causing Ginny to turn back at him and smile. He nodded, wrinkling his nose again,

"Damn sure."

Ginny shot him a blinding grin, and nuzzled back into his shoulder, just as the portrait swung open. Out of the corner of her eye, Ginny saw her brother Ron and Hermione climb in.

Hermione's hair was in a very messy bun on the top of her head, and Ron towered over her, grinning madly. He had his arms wrapped around her waist, and they were swaying together as if they were trying to topple each other over. Hermione's arms reached up and wrapped themselves around Ron's neck and he leaned down to kiss her. They thought they were alone. Harry and Ginny shot each other a very suggestive look, and the emerald-eyed boy took it upon himself to break up the little affair.

"Ahem." Harry fake-coughed. Ginny burst into a fit of giggles as Ron and Hermione froze, their lips still attached. They parted slightly, and Ron (the one facing the two) sent a very odd and strained smile towards them. Ginny heard Hermione whisper a few things, and Ron leaned into her ear and said something back, though, she noticed, his eyes never left the two sitting on the couch looking rather comfortable.

Hermione finally turned around and smiled shyly at the two. She sent them the same suggestive look Harry and Ginny had shared, though she looked more intrigued.

"Having your own party?" She asked, laughing before she could finish it. Ron, who still had his arms around her waist, glared at her, but his gaze softened just by a simple smile from the bushy haired girl. Ginny loved the fact that Hermione was able to control Ron's emotions like that.

She shrugged slightly, and reached for Harry's hand that was over her shoulders with her right hand. Hermione smiled brightly and Ron's mouth fell open, as if to gasp. Ginny waited patiently for her brother's reaction, and was definitely surprised when he shrugged slightly and smiled softly.

"Well." Ron said. Harry squeezed her hand tightly; he was nervously anticipating his best friend's reaction. Hermione looked back at Ron curiously, and Ginny's eyes never left his. "At least it wasn't that prat Colin, can't go a day without falling on his face."

Ginny smiled brightly and jumped off the couch and right to her brother. Hermione had moved out of Ron's arms just in time, because Ginny threw her arms around Ron's neck, giggling madly. Ron hugged her back, sighing as if defeated.

"Thank you for understanding." She whispered to him, making sure that Harry and Hermione didn't hear. "I…I think he really needs me."

Ginny pulled back and looked into Ron's eyes. He nodded slightly, and sent a soft smile. Ron rolled his eyes, and then mussed up Ginny's hair.

"Yeah, I know. I'll still have a talk with him, later." He said simply. Ron then turned his attention to Hermione, who was standing behind the couch, talking to Harry. "Oh, Hermy-own-ninny," He called. She turned and grinned, blushing at his new 'nickname' for her. "Come show me that charm you were talking about?"

Ginny turned to look at her friend and now noticed that her face was scarlet. She took a peek up at her brother, and noticed that his face was pale, but his ears were a bright red. Hermione waved goodbye to Ginny and Harry, and raced up the stairs.

Ron bobbed on the heel of his feet, but then sent a weak wave towards his sister and Harry before he sped-walked out of the common room and up to the dormitories.

When their footsteps couldn't be heard, Ginny and Harry burst into laughter. Ginny grabbed her sides and made her way back onto the couch, falling onto it as tears streamed down her cheeks. Harry was in a similar state, but he stayed seated as his shoulders convulsed with chuckles.

"I bet we're not allowed to see that charm!" Ginny squeaked, then covering her mouth because of it. Harry's laughter increased at the noise she made, and he took his glasses off to wipe at his eyes. Ginny tried, through her shaking shoulders, to admire his face, his bright and smiling face.

She remembered when she had first laid eyes on him, when Ron boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Ginny knew it had been him, she had seen the scar before anyone else on at the station. She was the one that noticed him first. If only I could be a year older, I would've shared so much with him! But then again, maybe she would've ended up in Hermione's position, just being a friend. Nothing more.

Harry had grown so much from their first glance at each other. His round face had become very angular and thin. All of his features were more defined, and Ginny blushed as she thought about what nice thin lips he had. He had grown in height, as well, but he was still the second shortest boy of the Gryffindors in his year, only surpassing Neville by a few inches. His position on the Quidditch team had filled him out, though, giving him muscles that the other boys noticeably lacked.

Only three things remained same on Harry. His hair, that always, no matter how hard he tried to push it down, stuck up in odd directions. The lightening bolt scar that stayed stationary in the center of his forehead constantly reminded Ginny of the world outside of Hogwarts. And his eyes…eyes that she knew he received from his mother. When Harry was happy, those gorgeous green eyes contained smiles of their own. They held so much emotion, and by just looking into his eyes, Ginny finally understood why people say that 'Eyes are the keys to the soul.'

"I guess we should be going." Harry said softly, breaking Ginny out of her trance. She shook her head slightly and blushed furiously as she realized she had been staring at Harry for a quite some time. He just smiled at her and stood up, putting his hand out for her. Ginny graciously took it, and being silly, she curtseyed slightly, and Harry bowed. They burst into giggles again, and Harry pulled her close to hug her. He kissed her forehead, and looked into her eyes (he was only an inch or two taller than her). Ginny smiled a very wide smile, and then took her hand in his, leading him up the stairs and to the dorms.

When they reached the flat that separated the boys' and girls' dorms, Harry and Ginny stood by the window, holding the others' hands in theirs, as if they were getting ready to play 'London Bridge.' They swung their connected hands slightly, neither saying a word, just smiling contently.

"Well…I guess this is goodnight." She said softly, frowning a bit. Harry nodded slightly, but did not make any move to leave. Ginny sighed softly and let go of his hands. She stepped towards him, and centimeters from his face, she said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." She smiled brightly and kissed his lips, just for a second.

"Then I shall say goodnight till it be morrow." Harry answered, blushing slightly. Ginny's eyes widened and she clasped her hands together.

"Oh! You've read Romeo and Juliet? I read it in Muggle Studies this year!" She asked excitedly. Harry shook his head, but smiled at her reaction,

"No, it's just a famous line, most Muggles and Muggle-born know it." He explained. Ginny nodded in understanding, and then sighed softly.

"Good night, then." She said. Harry finally nodded and turned towards his door.

"Good night, and thanks, Ginny." He opened the door and shut it quietly. Ginny, who had just opened the door to the girls' dorm stayed motionless for a few seconds.

Having Harry say her name was like a million surprise birthdays, like zooming around on the fastest broom in the world, like finally finishing that five feet long Potions paper and still having twenty minutes to spare.

Ginny quickly raced up the stairs to her bedroom, and shut the door loudly behind her. She knew that all her friends were still partying, so she didn't bother to be quiet about her entrance. Pigwidgeon (Ron had kicked him out of his dorm because of his incessant hooting) woke up at her entrance, and began to playfully hoot, bouncing around in his cage.

Then, she let out a squeal of happiness, and she twirled around her room, jumping and swishing her hair around her face. She stopped in front of a mirror and grinned at her reflection. Her long red locks fell past her shoulders and her dark brown eyes shone with such excitement that her cheeks were a very rosy red.

"Have a good night?" The mirror asked. "You look simply ravishing!"

Ginny's blush deepened, and she thanked the mirror with a toss of her hair.

"A very good night. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go write a letter." She bowed to the mirror, and rushed over to her dresser. Ginny pulled out her pajama dress and a roll of parchment. Putting the parchment in her mouth, she was able to pull off her shirt and skirt in quick motions. She slipped her dress on easily, and shivered because a breeze had floated through the room. Maybe Harry would let her wear his jumper. She released an excited giggle.

Ginny clambered onto her bed, pulling her book bag in with her. She shut her curtains and performed a silencing charm on the area. Ginny did not want the other girls to hear her involuntary giggles when she thought of the past night. She pulled out her favorite quill (it's feather changed colors to match her mood; it was a very bright pink) and her ink well, and began to furiously write on the parchment.

She wanted to do something for Harry, even though in the back of her mind she knew that she had already done a lot. Ginny wanted to give him what he wanted most in the world, as best as she could. The red head knew that there was a chance…a chance that she might be able to help him more. All she wanted was to see him smile that smile she was in love with…yes, in love with. She would wait for him to feel the same way about her smile before she told him. Ginny had been waiting for the past four years; she can wait a little longer.

After she signed her signature in a neat and loopy fashion, Ginny performed a drying charm on the ink and lifted it up, to read it. Yes. This would do.

She scampered out of her bed and towards the window where Pigwidgeon and her roommate's owl, Snitch, were stationed. Pig seemed very excited to be receiving a letter, as he always did, and he nearly got his head caught between the bars of his cage as Ginny reached for him.

The red head tied the letter to his leg, and holding him tightly in one hand, she pointed a finger at him and in a scolding voice said,

"This is a very important letter, Pigwidgeon. You must be careful with it!"

Pigwidgeon hooted in response, a determined glare in his bright eyes. With that, Ginny pushed open her window, and released Pig from her grasp. He zoomed around her head once or twice, but then shot out the window, at remarkable speed.

Ginny, satisfied after watching the little owl disappear, waltzed back to her bed, dancing with an imaginary partner. She fell onto her bed with a happy sigh, and crawled under her covers, thinking about Harry, and the letter she had just sent…

Dear Mum,

I hope Pigwidgeon gets this letter to you at a decent hour. I'm sending it around ten-thirty at night because I just got a brilliant idea that couldn't wait until morning. Harry and I were talking tonight, and he was very upset (do NOT tell him I told you, you know how sensitive boys are about their feelings). His parents died on Halloween night, and he had only discovered it this past summer. So, we talked about stuff and I made him feel better (go me, hehe). Now Mum, don't get any ideas! You know how I feel about Harry; you're probably the only person who truly does. I care a lot about him, and after tonight, I'm quite sure that the feeling is reciprocated. I've never been so excited in my life, I actually danced around my room, twirling and spinning! Is this how you felt with Dad?

Anyway, I would like to ask a favor of you. Harry was really upset about never seeing his parents' gravesite, so I was wondering if you might be able to find it for him…me. Maybe we could visit it over Christmas holiday? With permission from Dumbledore, of course. I just thought he would appreciate it, and you know as well as I do that Harry deserves some happiness.

Well, thank you for listening, and don't worry, I will give you details about tonight; being your only daughter does have its advantages, doesn't it? Please write back soon, as I'm completely giddy with excitement from the past night.

With Love,

Ginny

"Yes." Ginny thought as she drifted off to sleep. "That will do just fine."

And she dreamt of the night, replaying the kisses and the tears and the hugs over and over. She was sure that she wouldn't have to dream of them much longer, because soon, Harry would kiss her again, and the two could be happy together, making each other smile.

So what you think? Please review, that always makes me so happy =)

Until then…

~~S. C. Hardy