Thank You, Harry...You're Welcome, Ginny

Thank You, Harry....You're Welcome, Ginny.

After returning from the Chamber of Secrets, Ginny goes off to the infirmary. Even though it doesn't say, Harry must have gone at some point or another. What happens when Ginny awakes to see Harry sleeping in the bed right next to hers?

Ginny awoke with a terrible headache. She felt weak all over and sick to her stomach. When she opened her eyes she saw that the only light shining was faint candles on the wall. She sat up in bed and rubbed the back of her hand across her eyes. The last thing she remembered was taking a potion, and her parents saying good-bye. She sighed and was about to lay back down when she heard someone whimper next to her. She turned her head to see Harry Potter sleeping in the bed directly next to her. She didn't ever remember him coming in here. She most certainly would have if she saw him though. The bed next to Harry had curtains all the way around it, and Ginny suspected that was where Professor Lockhart was.

At the sound of hearing another small whimper from Harry, she threw off her covers, and steadily walked to his bedside. Her long nightdress swishing across her ankles. Her hair was no longer straight but wavy from her long adventure. She stopped at the side of his bed and took in the sight of him. His bedding was in disarray as well as his hair. It was matted to his forehead that was covered in sweat. His eyebrows were furrowed, and a frown was apparent on his lips. Just briefly, a pained expression crossed his face. His breathing was coming in fast, short hitches as if he was running.

A lump appeared in Ginny's throat when she heard him mumble, "No....Leave Ginny alone....Please....Ginny don't die on me....Wake up for me...."

Harry began to thrash around in his bed slightly, and Ginny almost started crying. She reached out with one hand and softly touched his forehead with a trembling hand. Almost instantly, he began to settle down. "Ginny....Where are you? Ginny!" She began to brush away the stray hairs off his forehead saying soft things to him.

"It'll be alright Harry. I'm right here. And I promise I'm not leaving you," she whispered in his ear.

He became completely still and just faintly mumbled, "Ginny....Gin....Ginny."

She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand and whispered, "I'm right here, Harry. I'm safe. You saved us. We're both alright."

Harry swallowed and didn't say anything else. His breathing went back to normal, and he shivered slightly. She reached down and covered him up with the covers that he managed to kick off while tossing and turning. He curled up under them and gave out a huge sigh. His face loosened up a bit as she stood there and continued to stare at him.

Over the past few months, she realized that she just didn't like Harry because he was famous. She liked him because he was...well...Harry. He was funny, he was sweet, he was smart, and he was very friendly. Whenever Ginny was about to spill out everything to him and Ron at breakfast that one day, his face was full of such concern for her.

Ginny smiled down at the now peaceful Harry as a tear fell down her cheek. "I know that you may not like me that way I like you, Harry, but just remember this....I'll always be there for you. No matter the costs. I'll do anything for you. You no longer have to do this alone." She then leaned down and kissed him ever so softly and gently on the forehead; right where his scar lay. Her lips lingered there momentarily before she stood again and whispered, "Thank you, Harry. For everything you've done." She turned and went back to her bed, feeling that she could finally be able to sleep peacefully.

If Ginny had waited a few more moments, she would have realized that Harry had a slight blush apparent on his cheeks, and he was no longer sleeping. He had woken up when she had re-covered him up with the covers. He opened his eyes to see that Ginny was already fast asleep; her hair was similar to a fiery halo on the white pillow. A small smile could be found on her lips as Harry watched her sleep. He laid back down and smiled to himself and whispered to nobody in particular, "You're welcome, Ginny." He rolled over and fell back to sleep, with the sound of Ginny's soothing words still running through his head.