So Yesterday

Harry Potter #5

So Yesterday

I know myself. I know how easily I can be hurt. Even knowing this, I can't help falling for people who end up hurting me. That is and has been the story of my life. I've loved but haven't been loved back. Or should I say I thought I loved? Okay, I admit it. I have been in love, but only once. He was the most troubled yet understanding guy I'd ever met.

His name is Harry Potter. Have you heard of him? I'm sure you have. He is after all the Boy-Who-Lived. Let me tell you how he ties in with my "love-story".

***Flashback***

It was a cold day in December and I could be found, as usual, sitting by the fireplace, thinking, while everyone else was either outside in the snow or in Hogsmeade. My thoughts were so consuming that I did not hear when someone called my name.

"GINNY!!!"

I jumped from my comfortable seat and turned around looking for the intruder who dared disturb me.

"Ron! Are you fucking mad? Don't you know you shouldn't sneak up on people?" I screamed at my idiotic sibling.

"Sneak up on you? I didn't sneak up on you! I've been calling your name for the past minute!"

I gave him a horrible look and silently counted to ten. Mum always counted to ten when Fred and George annoyed her. I tried it, and surprisingly it worked.

"Well? Are you going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to tell me what the hell you want?" I said.

"Hermione and I are going to Hogsmeade today. We asked Harry if he wanted to come, but he insisted he'd rather stay here. Can you talk to him, find out what's bothering him?"

I was completely taken aback. Ron? Asking a favor from me? There's got to be a catch.

"What's the catch?" I asked suspiciously.

"There's no catch. I just want to know what's bothering him, and he simply won't tell Hermione or me. Please, Ginny."

"What makes you think he's going to tell me anything? You and 'Mione are his best friends. If he won't tell you, he definitely won't tell me."

"Just try, okay?"

"Okay," I finally gave in.

He smiled his most "thankful" smile. The idiot. I nodded, and then watched him walk to the portrait hole and leave the common room.

As soon as the portrait closed, I let out a long sigh. How was I supposed to approach Harry?

'Oh well,' I thought, 'here goes,'

I slowly made my way to the staircase that lead to the boys' dormitory and climbed. I began to shiver without noticing. I looked up at the sign above the door that read "Sixth Year" and took a big breath. I reached and knocked three times.

"Yes?!" Harry yelled at the door.

I opened the door slightly and peered in. He was sitting on his bed, looking through a leather-bound book.

"Hey, Harry," I said shyly.

He looked up from the book and our eyes met.

"Hello, Gins," he responded in a surprised tone.

I walked in and closed the door.

"I was just wondering if I could have a word with you," I said.

"Why so formal, Ginny? We're friends, aren't we?"

"Sorry, but seriously Harry, can we talk?"

"Sure."

I sat down beside him. He closed the book and slipped it under his pillow.

"What's on your mind, Gins?"

I cleared my throat and took another big breath. Why was this so hard? It wasn't like I was going to ask him out on a date.

"The question is, Harry: What's on your mind? You've been very reserved lately. Is there something bothering you?"

His beautiful green eyes shone. I could tell that he was on the verge of tears.

"Is it Sirius?"

He nodded and finally broke down in tears. He clawed at his hair and face as if he was possessed. And he really was possessed; possessed by extreme sadness and hatred. Harry opened his mouth to say something but only an agonized moan escaped the brand-new wave of tears. I hesitated, then I turned toward him and held him in the tightest hug I could master. He slowly put his face on my shoulder and began to speak.

"I-I-I'm sorry Ginny. But I c-c-can't help it. I-I-I feel so alone. M-M-My parents are d-d-dead, my only relatives h-h-hate me, and now Sirius is d-d-d..."

He didn't finish. He wasn't ready to say it yet. Sirius had died only six months ago, after-all. The pain was still so raw and the wound in his heart was still bleeding.

***Hours Later***

"Are you sure you're okay now, Harry?"

"Thanks to you, yes," he answered.

I blushed to the roots of my hair. I didn't know why then, but Harry always made me blush when he paid me a compliment.

Harry leaned over and kissed me. Now, don't get excited. He only kissed me on the cheek.

"What was that for?"

"For everything, for not thinking of me as just 'Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived'. That means a lot to me, Ginny."

I smiled and looked out the window.

"Want to go outside?" I inquired hopefully.

He thought for some seconds and then nodded.

"Sure, I'd love to," he finally answered.

We stood and hurried to get our cloaks. I ran to my dormitory as he searched through his trunk. When I returned, he was still going through it. He wasn't looking for his cloak because he was already wearing it.

"What are you looking for?"

"Nothing, I was just putting my pictures away," he explained.

He turned towards the window and looked outside. I thought he was going to change his mind about going outside with me, but at that moment he stood and smiled.

"Let's go," he suggested.

***

"Harry! Ginny! Over here!"

Harry and I walked onto the cold, white snow and made our way towards a very excited Dean Thomas.

"'Ello, Dean!" I screamed.

Dean motioned for us to follow him. Harry and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"We need your help!" Dean said hysterically as he led us to an unknown location.

"Why?" we said at the same time.

"Professor Dumbledore organized an Inter-House Snowball Fight to, and I quote the old windbag, 'liven the spirit of the Holidays'. Anyway, Slytherin has already murdered Hufflepuff and is about to do the same to Ravenclaw. You have to help us win for Gryffindor!"

Harry and I followed Dean a few more steps as he murmured something about Dumbledore finally being off his rocker. We came to small snow mound with a door. There was a huge Gryffindor flag waving at passersby sitting at the top. Dean held the door open for us and we crawled in.

"Welcome to Gryffindor Fortress!" Dean screamed.

"Wow! This place is amazing!" Harry said in an awed voice.

I looked around. It really was quite amazing. There was a small area where I could see about twenty cushions on the floor surrounding a large rug in the shape of a Gryffindor lion. Next to it was a sink and stove. Above the stove was a sign that read "Seven Days without Food Makes One Weak". I looked to the right of the sink and there stood a door with letters on top that read "Loo". In the center of the room there was a table full of Gryffindors drinking cocoa and coffee. Next to it, Colin Creevey and his brother Dennis sat on cushions playing chess on a small table. One of Colin's pawns ran off the board and simply refused to resume the game until Colin apoligized for calling it "just a useless pawn".

"Oh, it's not much," Dean said. "Lavender and Parvati decorated it. After they had finished Seamus and I came to check it out. You wouldn't believe what was all over the walls! There were pictures of Malfoy all over the place! Anyway, Seamus and I got started right away and tore them down. We put Quidditch posters where the pictures were. We even paid tribute to Ron."

He pointed to a sign hanging above the sink. It read the Gryffindor motto, "Weasley Is Our King". I gazed at the other pictures on the walls. I tried to imagine Malfoy's smirking face looking back at me from hundreds of pictures.

"Well, if you'll have a seat over here I can explain our strategy to you," Dean ordered.

We sat on the cushions surrounding the Gryffindor lion rug. The lion winked at us as we made ourselves comfortable. Dean cleared his throat and tapped his fingers while he thought of what to tell us.

"Okay. Here's our strategy. Defeat Slytherin," he finished lamely.

I waited for him to say more but he didn't so I decided to speak.

"What? That's it? That's pathetic!"

"I know, I know! That's why we need your help."

I sighed and looked at Harry. He gave me a look of impatience. As I tried not to laugh, Harry stood and looked around the room.

"Dean, please get everyone to gather here and I will tell you the idea that I have," Harry ordered seriously.

Dean beamed and followed Harry's order. In a few seconds our little corner was filled with Gryffindors.

"I think that's everyone," Dean announced.

"Good. Listen up everyone..."Harry said to the awaiting audience.

***

Gryffindors lined the outside of Gryffindor Fortress with their wands ready for attack. Harry walked back and forth in front of his troops double-checking to see if they were ready.

"Remember everyone, take the smartest fighters first, size does not matter," Harry said finally.

He motioned with one finger for us to start our attack on the resting Slytherins. When we arrived at the outside of the fort, Harry motioned for 10 of us to go to the back, 10 to the front, and 10 on each side. He gave us a signal. He said that he would send red and gold sparks into the air when the attack should commence. We rounded the fort and awaited commands from Harry. I was stationed at the back along with Dean, Seamus, Neville, the Creeveys, Parvati, and Lavender.

A couple of minutes passed before we saw the sparks fly into the air. Dean screamed "Gryffindor" at the top of his lungs and then began pelting the fort with magical snowballs. I looked around and decided that I might as well start now. I aimed at the back door and sent twenty snowballs right into it. It shook and rattled in its place as Lavender and Parvati attacked it as well. I heard the kids at the front pelting the front door and the sides with snowballs. I took two steps back and then conjured up the strongest flame spell I could think of. It hurled and twisted its way towards the fort and burned it as it made contact. Screams from the Slytherins within the fort made me smile a wicked smile.

The others followed my lead and began to send flame spells towards the fort. Soon, only the doors were left standing with the Slytherins huddled in between. Their wands lay forgotten on the floor and Goyle was waving a white flag. We began to shout our joy of overcoming the Slytherins when Harry's voice stopped us.

"Wait! Does anyone else think this was a bit too easy?"

Parvati shook her head and looked around. The others were doing the same. I thought about it and agreed with Harry. This was way too easy.

"Where's Malfoy?" I asked noticing for the first time that the slick-haired asshole wasn't among his Slytherin buddies.

All of the Gryffindors looked at the huddled group of Slytherins and took notice of the missing Malfoy. Mumbling errupted from every single Gryffindor mouth.

"Looking for moi?" came a vicious voice from behind us.

Lavender screamed when she turned and saw Malfoy directly behind her. Malfoy had his wand at her throat.

"Let my friends go or Brown gets it!"

I gasped.

"You fucking bastard!" yelled Dean.

"Dean! Help me!" yelled Lavender.

Dean took a step towards Malfoy, but Harry and Seamus each grabbed an arm.

"Good thinking Potter. What's the matter, Thomas? Are you going to hurt me and defend your little girlfriend? That is so sweet. I think I'm going to cry," Malfoy mocked.

Dean growled. Harry and Seamus tried their best to hold on to Dean but Dean was making it very hard for them.

"What in Merlin's name is going on here?"

Everyone turned towards the front doors and saw Professor McGonagall looking livid.

"Mr. Malfoy let go of Miss Brown this instant! I told Dumbledore this was a horrible idea! Stop this nonsense at once!"

Malfoy let go of Lavender. Lavender ran straight into the arms of Dean. Professor McGonagall gave us all a look of deep disgust and sent us off. We groaned but obeyed and walked away from her towering fury.

Harry found me in the mess of scattered Gryffindors and Slytherins. He looked terribly disappointed. I knew exactly how he felt. I was really looking foward to kicking some Slytherin ass.

"It was fun while it lasted," he said suddenly cheerful again.

"Yeah," I responded.

"We shouldn't let McGonagall ruin our fun. Let's make a snowman," Harry suggested.

I looked down at the soft snow and nodded. Harry bent down and felt the snow in his hands. He looked up at me and without warning, pulled me down next to him so the we ended up in a jumble of robes. We started laughing and after a moment the laughter died down to the loudest silence I'd ever heard.

Harry and I untangled ourselves and lay on our backs in the freezing cold snow. I have no idea how long we lay there, but it was the most wonderful and relaxing moment of my life.

"Come on; let's make a great snowman," Harry said as he stood.

I stood and helped Harry gather the snow. Harry took his wand and made the smaller ball of snow jump onto the larger one. I conjured up a top hat and a scarf while Harry went on a search for the finest twigs on Hogwarts grounds. He came back with two long twigs and a few pebbles. He put the twigs at the sides of the snowman so that they played the role of arms. I helped him put the pebbles on the snowman to form eyes and a smile. After we'd finished, we took one more look at our masterpiece and headed towards the castle.

***

I walked downstairs to the common room for a bit of reading. When I turned the corner, I saw Ron and Hermione cuddling in their favorite chair. Hermione was reading a book as Ron rested his eyes. Crookshanks lay next to Hermione waiting for her to stroke him. He looked as if he was growing very impatient. Pig hooted over Ron's head and I could see that Ron was about to stuff him into the fireplace. Just as I thought this, Ron grabbed Pig from above him and looked at the small owl with menacing eyes.

"Oh, Ron let him go," Hermione ordered.

Ron looked at Pig and then at Hermione. He let go of Pig relunctantly. The owl hooted indignantly at Ron as it flew away. Hermione smiled and gave Ron a big kiss.

I walked past them and sat in the overstuffed armchair. I opened my book to where I had marked it off. Before I knew it, I was consumed in the wonderful story of Melinda and Christopher. The book was so interesting that I didn't notice when Harry came downstairs. He sat on the floor by the fire. When I saw a shadow on my page, I was ready to give the person causing it a piece of my mind, but when I saw that it was Harry I stopped myself.

"Hi, Harry," I ended up saying.

He turned around with a look of surprise on his face. I could see tear stains on his face. He forced a smile, but didn't answer. He sighed and turned to the fire once again. I felt a bit insulted but I didn't say anything, which was suprising. Instead I stood up and made to leave to another seat since he was still blocking my light.

"I'm sorry, Ginny. Don't leave, I didn't mean to seem as if I'm angry with you," Harry suddendly said.

I turned and faced him.

"I wasn't leaving because of that. You're in my light and I didn't want to tell you to move."

He finally smiled and said, "Oh."

I sat down next to him on the floor. Not wanting to intrude in his pain, I didn't say anything. Harry stared at the flames as if he could see something in them that I could not. I tried to see what he was seeing and suddenly Sirius' face was dancing in the fire. I knew it wasn't real but it gave me a fright. I realized that Harry was seeing this and it freaked me out that I could see it too. Harry turned to me and smiled as he wiped his tears.

"I want to show you something," he whispered so that no one could hear.

He grabbed my hand and helped me stand. I stood and followed him out of the portrait hole.

"You kids better hurry to wherever it is you're going; it's almost 9:00," said the Fat Lady sleepily.

Harry held on to my hand and guided me through the hallway. I looked around to see where he was taking me. It was only after a couple of minutes that I realized where we where going. Harry placed me to the side as he walked past the wall three times with his eyes shut tight in thought. Suddenly a door appeared in the wall like it had done last year during our D.A. meetings. Harry opened his eyes and then grabbed my hand again. He opened the door and we walked in. The Room of Requirement was empty except for a gold-trimmed mirror leaning against the far wall. Harry led me to the mirror. It read "Mirror of Erised" at the top followed by an inscription that I did not understand. Harry looked into the mirror and smiled.

"Look into this mirror, Ginny," he said.

I looked at him fearing for his sanity and reluctantly looked into the mirror in front of me. I gasped. There I was, but I looked different. I looked older and happy. Harry was standing next to me and in front of us where two children, a boy and a girl. Behind us was my whole family. They looked different, too. Dad had brand-new robes on, Mum had those earrings she's always wanted, and Ron finally had a Firebolt. I looked behind me, but there was no one there. A bit scared, I looked at Harry and I saw him smiling. I thought he could see what I saw and quickly turned a violent shade of red. This was what I always wanted. I wanted to buy my dad new robes, those gorgeous earrings for mum, and a Firebolt for Ron. I just wanted to make them happy. And....I always wanted to marry Harry and someday have a family with him, but I had given up on that last year. How could a mirror know all those things?

"But...how..."

"It shows you deepest desires, Ginny. Do you know what I see in this mirror?"

I shook my head and was suddenly filled with great curiosity.

"I see Sirius, alive and smiling like he is in my parents' wedding photo. He's free and he lives with me...with me and my parents in a cozy house. We're all so happy," Harry said and I could see the image in his eyes as he looked into the mirror. He stood looking at the mirror a little longer after he'd finished. We didn't speak; we just stared at the mirror. I don't know how long we stood there, but it wasn't long enough for me.

***

"Okay, class, open your books to page 150 and begin reading."

"Why does McGonagall always have to torture us? I mean, what did we ever do to her?" Courtney complained.

Courtney is one of my fifth year friends. She complains a lot but she's a good listener. She's the one responsible for my relationship with that idiot Michael Corner.

"I don't know, Court. Maybe she wants to get back at us for participating in the Inter-House Snowball Fight," I answered.

"Okay, but not all of us were there. I was in Hogsmeade on a date with Christian Barnes."

I sighed and ignored her. She can really be annoying at times.

"Good Lord, Gins. What's up your ass?"

"Nothing, Courtney!"

"Is there something you'd like to share with the whole class Miss Weasley or you Miss Bryant?" said McGonagall's irritated voice from behind me.

"No ma'am," I said in a bored voice.

"Well then, get back to work," she ordered.

I waited until she'd reached Colin's desk and then gave her the finger. She was really getting on my nerves lately.

"I'd like to remind you all that O.W.L.s are approaching and that you should have started studying already. I trust I won't have to tell you once again how important these exams are and..."

I felt my attention ebbing away as I listened to McGonagall's rambling about O.W.L.s for the hundreth time. All I could think about was last night in front of that mirror with Harry. I wondered if what I saw could possibly come true.

***

I found myself daydreaming once again at dinner. No one seemed to be paying much attention to me so I decided to leave. The moment I stood I bumped into someone passing by.

"I'm sorry," I said without looking up.

"Hello, Ginny," said the person I'd bumped into.

I looked up and saw none other than Michael Corner standing over me. Next to him stood his girlfriend, Cho Chang. I faced her and she smiled at me. I didn't say anything to them; I just walked past and ran up the stairs. Before I realized it, I was directly in front of the Fat Lady and by the look on her face she was growing very impatient.

"Gillyweed," I told her.

The Fat Lady swung open to reveal the hole that lead to the common room. I ran inside without knowing why I was running. I didn't stop running until I'd reached my bed in the dormitory. I threw myself on it and stared at the on-going ceiling. Sleep was beginning to make my eyelids weigh about fifty pounds each. I began to dream...

Everything was dark. I could hear myself breathing heavily. 'Where am I?' I thought. Behind me I heard torches blaze into fire, and I was drowned in a flood of light. I looked around and recognized where I was standing. I was in the Room of Requirement. In front of me was the Mirror of Erised.

Fear crept up my spine like a thousand spiders. This was not the same mirror that I had seen with Harry. This mirror was different somehow. I looked into it and instead of the picture of Harry and me, I saw Harry...dead. Tom Riddle was over him laughing an evil and cold laughter.

I screamed and ran in the opposite direction crying so much that my heart hurt. As I ran I realized that I was no longer in the Room of Requirement, but in a corridor. Looking ahead of me, I saw Harry. I ran towards him and when I reached him he held me. He wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed me. The kiss ended and I looked at him.

SCREAM

I was no longer in Harry's arms; I was in Tom's arms. I tried to free myself, but he held on and looked at me with dangerous eyes.

"You can never run from me Ginny; I am a part of you," Tom whispered in my ear as I struggled...

"Ginny!"

I opened my eyes and looked up. Courtney was hovering over me with the air of a mother about to lose her child. It took me a moment to realize that I was no longer dreaming. I placed my hand at my heart and felt it racing.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I nodded and stood from the bed. Shakily, I walked over to the mirror.

"Oh, my goodness! Brush your hair!" screamed my reflection.

"Fuck you," I said to it.

I grabbed the brush Mum bought for my birthday. It read Virginia on the back and flashed my favorite color, green. Still shaking, I quickly fixed my hair and tied it in a ponytail. Without paying any attention to Courtney's confused and pale face, I stood and left the dorm. Once again, I ran, but this time up to the boys' dormitory. I knocked on the door that read "Sixth Year".

"Come in."

I opened the door and walked in to find Harry laying face up in bed. It looked like he was thinking.

"Hello, Harry," I said to him.

He turned to face me and smiled. He motioned for me to join him. I smiled back and walked up to him. Awkardly, I sat at the foot of his bed and watched him. He sat up and put his fingers through his hair. I opened my mouth to tell him about my dream but he began to speak at that moment. I closed my mouth and listened.

"Do you want to see something special?"

I nodded and he smiled. He removed his pillow from its place. Under the pillow was the same leather-bound book that I had seen a couple of days ago. He gazed at it for a moment and then opened it. It was filled with wizard photos of the same two people, a woman with hair like mine and a man with glasses and hair like Harry's.

"Are these your...?" I began to ask.

"My parents, yes," he answered.

He motioned for me to look closer. Next to a wedding photo, was a photo of Harry's parents at Hogwarts. I gasped. His mum looked exactly like me. I looked at Harry with incredulity.

"I know," he said quietly.

He turned the page and a photo quickly captured my attention. It was of Harry as a baby, with no scar. His mother held him as he struggled to grab a strand of her fiercely red hair. I smiled as he finally obtained the strand in his tiny palm. Slowly I looked back at Harry and I could see tears forming in his eyes, but at the same time, I saw him struggling to keep them inside. I knew he was tired of crying.

He closed the photo album and placed it under his pillow once again. He lay back and put his arms behind his head.

"You know Ginny, looking at how happy Ron and Hermione are together, I wonder if I'll ever be able to love someone," he told me.

"Why wouldn't you be able to?"

"I'm afraid, Ginny. I'm afraid that if I ever love someone, Voldemort will take them from me again."

"You should never live your life in fear, Harry."

He chuckled.

"Have you ever been in love, Ginny?"

I thought about this question for a minute. Then I looked at him and my eyes filled with tears.

"Only once," I answered.

He looked at me with curiosity.

"With Michael Corner?" he asked.

I shook my head and looked away so that he wouldn't see the tears fall from my eyes.

Harry sat up and gently grabbed my face. He wiped the tears from my eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, I just don't like to think about it," I lied.

"I wish I could allow myself to love so deeply, but the fear is too great," he said after a while. "Can I ask you something?"

I nodded.

"Why did you fancy me? Was it just because I was 'Harry Potter'?"

The question caught me off guard and I looked at him.

"Harry, I was eleven. I didn't know why I fancied you so much, not until my third year. I've always liked you, but I gave up on you last year. You should know, it doesn't mean that I've forgotten how I feel about you."

"How do you feel about me?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I hung my head and forgetting to tell him my nightmare, stood and walked to the door.

"'Bye, Harry," I said as I stepped outside.

I closed the door and walked down the staircase. I stepped through the common room and left through the portrait hole. I tried not to cry as I headed towards the Room of Requirement. I walked past the wall three times concentrating on somewhere that I could be alone. As I opened the door, I was completely surprised. Inside was a forest, the ceiling was filled with brightly shining stars and the ground was covered by bright green grass. I closed the door and sat leaning on the trunk of a giant tree. I sighed and broke down. I couldn't hold in the tears any longer.

I surprised myself as I heard my voice call out to God.

"Please! I don't want to love him anymore! I don't want to hurt anymore! Please!"

I clawed at the grass and cried like I'd never cried before. I felt a sharp pain in my heart and cried harder. All the time I heard myself whisper "Please" to the air. I couldn't breathe but I didn't even notice it.

I heard the door open and looked up. Harry walked in. I heard him murmur something but didn't understand what. Why was he here? Had he followed me?

"Harry?" I whispered with only a trace of agony in my voice.

He walked up to me and sat down.

"I didn't know you were here. I came to think, saw a door, and came in to see who was in here," he reported.

I cursed myself for not locking the door.

"Ginny, you've been crying. What's wrong?" he begged.

I shook my head and looked away. He sighed. I knew I was hurting him by not trusting him, but I couldn't tell him that I was still in love with him.

"Ginny, I know that we haven't been the best of friends, but I wish that you could trust me. I know that maybe...maybe you feel uncomfortable around me because you hardly know me but..."

I looked at him. He seemed to be hiding something from me. I wiped the tears from my eyes and plucked up some courage.

"I'll tell you what's wrong with me if you tell me what's wrong with you," I said to him.

He sighed and sat closer to me.

"I'm scared to love someone, but most of all I'm scared to love you," he confessed. "Voldemort has already used you and I don't want to make you more vulnerable by caring for you. Ginny, last year as Cho and I saw that it wasn't going to work, I watched you with Corner and truly saw you. I told myself, 'Harry, here's this girl that's wanted you for who you are and you rejected her only because she's Ron's sister.' I accepted then that I did have feelings for you. When you wrote to me over the summer to check on me, I realized that I was falling in love with you..."

He stopped and looked at me.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Sorry for hurting you."

I realized that Harry, in a way, had just told me that he did in fact love me, but I refused to except it. As I debated with myself, Harry moved his face closer to mine and I saw myself reflected in his eyes. I stared into them and saw that I looked different. I looked happy; I looked like I did in the mirror.

Harry embraced me and then kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that lingers on your lips long after the kiss is done. I found myself laying on the soft grass not knowing how I had gotten there. Harry was over me, kissing every inch of my bare neck. He kissed my lips once again and I began to unbutton his shirt. I tossed his tie to one side and his shirt to the other.

As he kissed me, I felt his torso. It was sheer perfection. Years of Quidditch had toned his young body so that muscles were roughly etched into his skin. He removed my shirt and kissed my chest. In a few moments, we were both naked and I could feel his trembling body between my legs.

"I love you, Ginny," he whispered.

I barely heard him for at that moment he entered me and I was drowned in a pool of pain and pleasure. The rhythm of our entwined bodies was slow and steady. I could feel his fast-beating heart drumming against my own. I never wanted that bittersweet moment to end.

*** END FLASHBACK***

Yes, Harry was my only true love. I loved him so much that sometimes it caused me physical pain. I suppose I still love him. Only now, I can tell him and he won't hear me. But know this, in my heart Harry will always go on. I love you, Harry, I always have, and I always will.

When I look back on those times,

And the dreams we left behind,

I'll be glad 'cause was blessed today,

To have you in my life.

When I look back on those days,

I look and see your face,

You were right there for me.

In my dreams I'll always see you

Soar above the sky,

In my heart there'll always be a place for you,

For all my life.

I'll keep a part of you with me,

And everywhere I am there you'll be,

And everywhere I am there you'll be.

Well, you taught me how it feels,

To feel the sky within my reach,

And I always will remember,

All the strength you gave to me.

Your love helped me make it through,

I owe so much to you,

You were right there for me.

R.I.P

Harry Potter

The Boy-Who-Lived

Victim of the Second War