Hello! I'm very pleased to have finally gotten this up! I'm quite proud of this, and I've been working on it for quite some time, so I'd appreciate it if you'd read and review! Before anyone asks, yes, they will all be Taylor Swift songs, and if you have a problem with that then go away. Also, there is a lot of OOC in this. If you have a problem with that, go away. If you flame me, I will block you. I can take constructive criticism but not just people being mean. But, I hope everybody likes this! For those who may be reading 'The Years Between', I will continue to work on that as well.

That said, this takes place the summer after Harry and Ginny break up. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are out for the night, and Ginny is singing. Most of the plot is explained, so please read through to the end, it'll make more sense. Please remember this is just a fun idea I had and if you don't like it go away.

Disclaimer: This story is not mine, it is used(with permission) on an idea from xxtotallyinsanexx. Nor do I own the characters. Please enjoy!

Chapter 1: Last Kiss

"Speak up, Ginny, we can't hear you."

Ginny Weasley looked up from her knees. She'd been singing softly, a song she'd written quite recently about her feelings on her breakup with Harry.

"What?"

"You heard us. Sing up," Fred replied, leaning back against the couch. He and George had just finished a game of Exploding Snap with Ron and Harry, watched by Hermione. Ginny kept her eyes away from Harry.

"Oh, that's alright. It's a bit depressing. I wrote it recently about my ex," she admitted, glad Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were out for the night. Her mother knew she dated, but her dad...that would have been a problem.

"Sing it anyway. Come on, Ginny," they begged, giving her their pleading eyes look. She sighed, knowing it would be pointless to argue.

"Fine."

"What's it called?" asked Bill, who was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. He'd looked up when she said she was going to sing. At his words, Charlie and Percy also looked around, and Ron glanced at Harry.

"Last Kiss," she replied, and then began to sing, without further ado.

"I still remember the look on your face.

Lit through the darkness at 1:58."

"Hold it," Bill said, frowning. "Why are you with this boy at 2 am and why were you up so late?" Ginny sighed.

"We were in the Common Room, finishing homework, and I was talking to him, for goodness sake!" she exclaimed.

"Right," he muttered, embarrassed. "Continue."

"The words that you whispered

For just us to know.

You told me you loved me.

So why did you go away?

Away..."

The pain was clear in Ginny's voice as she looked down at the couch, trying to compose herself. Harry looked down, as well. Ron had said Ginny had been upset over their breakup, but she'd written a song? Sure, he knew she wrote songs(hell, most of them were about him), but he'd been careful to keep well away from her since their breakup and hadn't heard her sing in awhile. Except that one time...but that didn't count. Did it?

"I do recall now the smell of the rain.

Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane.

That July 9th, the beat of your heart,

It jumped through your shirt,

I can still feel your arms,"

Ginny smiled, her eyes far away, reliving some memory, as she hugged herself. As she began the next verse, however, the memory faded and the pain was evident in her expression again.

"But now I'll go

Sit on the floor wearing your clothes.

All that I know is I don't know

How to be something you miss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss.

I never imagined we'd end like this,

Your name, forever the name on my lips

Just like our last kiss."

Ginny paused for a moment, her fingers resting gently on her lips, as she recalled her and Harry's last kiss. It had been so magical. But if she'd known it was their last kiss, she'd have made it even more magical. It didn't matter, really. She'd always treasure the memory.

"I still remember the swing of your step.

The life of the party

You're showing off again,

And I'd roll my eyes and then

You'd pull me in.

I'm not much for dancin',

But for you I did,"

Ginny and Harry both smiled at some memory, Harry turning his head ever so slightly so her brothers wouldn't see his smile. Hermione saw it, however, and gave him a gentle smile in return.

"Because I love your handshake

Meetin' my father.

I love how you walk with

Your hands in your pockets,

How'd you'd kiss me when I was

In the middle of sayin' somethin'.

There's not a day I don't miss

Those rude interruptions,"

Ginny sighed, letting her voice have a wistful tone to it. She really did miss those times. They could be in the middle of a conversation about anything from the Herbology paper Harry was working on to her impending O., to Voldemort, even, when Harry would get this look in his eye, and the next thing she knew, he'd be kissing her. Sometimes softly, sometimes with passion, sometimes longer than others.

"But now I'll go

Sit on the floor wearing your clothes.

All that I know is I don't know

How to be somethin' you miss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss.

I never imagined we'd end like this,

Your name, forever the name on my lips..."

Ginny let her voice trail off as a tear slipped down her cheek. The next part was the hardest. She chanced a half glance at Harry, looking down as she did so, so that her brothers would miss it. He wasn't looking at her. As a matter of fact, Harry was struggling with his own urge to cry, knowing that if he did so, he'd give away who he was. And all five of Ginny's brothers(excluding Ron, who knew the whole story) looked murderous.

"So I'll watch your life in pictures

Like I used to watch you sleep.

And I feel you forget me like I used

To feel you breathe,"

"Wait a second," George growled. Ginny looked up, tears glistening on her cheeks.

"What?" she inquired, nonplussed.

"Exactly what have you done with this guy?" he snapped. Ginny glared at him.

"Nothing, moron. When you lay with your boyfriend, gazing at the stars, and you put your head on his chest, you tend to hear and/or feel him breathe. And like I said, sometimes he'd fall asleep while we gazed at the stars..." her irritated tone turned morose again and she began to sing again.

"And I'll keep up with our old friends

Just to ask them how you are.

Hope it's nice where you are...

And I hope the sun shines

And it's a beautiful day

And something reminds you,

You wish you had stayed.

You can plan for a change in

The weather and time

But I never planned on

You changin' your mind."

Ginny drew in a deep breath, but couldn't stop her tears, which flowed down her face with renewed vigor. She wiped them away, not wanting Harry to see her cry over him, but he still wasn't looking. He was also trying to wipe away tears of his own. Hermione smiled and reached over to squeeze his hand gently, unnoticed by anyone but Ron. Harry smiled, but his mind was reeling.

Was staying away from Ginny really the right thing? It was clearly hurting both of them, and they were perfect for each other. Everyone said so, even McGonagall.

"So I'll go

Sit on the floor wearing your clothes.

All that I know is I don't know

How to be somethin' you miss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss.

I never imagined we'd end like this,

Your name forever the name on my lips...

Just like our last kiss.

Forever the name on my lips...

Just like our last..."

Ginny trailed off the last note, until she ran out of breath. Then she took a great, shuddering breath in and willed herself not to lose it, swiping furiously at her eyes. Across the room, Harry managed to compose himself and look up in time to see her tuck a lock of red hair behind her ear. He half-smiled, remembering when he himself used to do the same thing. And then the smile slid right back off his face as he remembered that those days were gone.

"Wow, Gin," Fred said finally. "That was sad."

"Yeah, who's this dickhead who broke your heart anyways?" Charlie snarled. "I'd like to introduce him to my fists." Ginny shook her head.

"You don't understand," she muttered.

"He hurt you, Gin. That's all I need to understand." Ginny glared but said nothing more. The breakup with Harry had hurt her, more than he knew.

"Poor little Ginny," George sighed, a smirk on his face. "All heartbroken..."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that, George," Hermione laughed. "Ginny can handle herself pretty darn well." Ginny chuckled also, her eyes lighting up.

"Oh, yes I can," she agreed, smirking evilly.

"Why don't you tell us about it?" Fred asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Do you know, I think I will," she replied, placing her index finger on her chin and tilting her head to the side. She glanced at Harry out of the corner of her eye, pleased to see he looked quite nervous. "In fact," she continued, sitting up straighter, "I think I'll sing a few...how about six more?" She looked around the room. There was a general nod of the head.

"Sounds good. Seven songs, and then we'll guess who this sucker is," Bill said, looking to his brothers for approval. All nodded, Charlie cracking his knuckles. Ginny exchanged a knowing look with Hermione.

"Well, then," Ginny said, "I think I'll tell a little story next..."

Five points if you guess the next song. Well, I hope everybody likes it, please leave a review! This story should be seven, eight, nine chapters long, not a huge thing. Please review!

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