your.my.only.one.[[Gin]]

[Harry Potter]

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Harry sighed. It was not a good day for him. He hadn't slept the night before because of some dreams that he was having and he wasn't absolutely sure if they were just dreams or reality. He hoped that he wasn't having the connections with Voldemort like he did his fifth year. He thought he was through with all that, but things had gotten worse for him after she wasn't around.

He had told her that he loved her, then that was it. Harry hadn't seen Ginny since then, and she seemed to be avoiding him. But all he knew was that life didn't seem so bad when he was around her. He hoped that she was ok, that no one had found out that she was his girlfriend that would hurt her. He would kill

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Instead of dwelling on things that hurt, Harry tried to think of something else, anything but Ginny. He had hoped that he would run into her in the Common room, that's why he had been staying there when he didn't have any Quidditch practice or classes. He had made excuses to Hermione and Ron when they would ask him to go somewhere with them, stating he had more homework to do, or some other nonsense.

As it was, right now, he was sitting on the couch, staring out the window of the Gryffindor tower. Waiting for Ginny to maybe walk through the portrait.
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[Ginny Weasley]

&& Harry's thoughts came true. Instead of walking of course, the dark red head fell threw the portrait, cradling her shoulder. She mumbled "Bloody Hell, stupid step." She stood, her figure covered by tight fitting muggle jeans, and a black Italia Hoddie. The Italia hoodie was of course, a hand me down, given to Ginny Weasey, when her brothre Charlie returned home. She glanced over her shoulder over at the portrait, kicking it shut. She started to mumble something as she emereged farther into the room.

That was when she noticed the bushy black hair, and green emerald eyes. Oh, crap. She thought. After what had happened with Jon, she didn't think she could face Harry. She turned around for a second and silently sighed. Ginny's dark eyes were back on Harry, as she silently turned, her dark red hair fell into her eyes. She looked at Harry. "Heya, Harry..." she said softly. She felt like a complete wh*re, at the point being.

She glanced up at him, and nodding silently as the small black cat, Ginny had recently gotten, crept around the common room. Her dark red hair fell into her face, and she shook her head, her hair falling out of her face. She looked back at Harry, all fidgety. "How're you?" she asked softly. She glanced at her feet, again. Ginny Weasley had never ever felt like this in her life. Ginny glanced at him, her dark eyes immediately averted to the ground.

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