I know I still haven't answered the little cliffie from chp. 2, but that's coming up, so enjoy!

BTW I am super pleased with all your guy's amazing comments and how many hits this story has gotten! My newest story from Twilight is no where near as popular, which surprised me because I like that one better…

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It must have been nearing the end of the day when I finally sat up, feeling dead and empty. I felt like I was under a spell, like I had back in the Great Hall. Like I was moving, and thinking, and breathing, but I had been subjected to and had no other choice.

I felt my way down the dark stairs. The curtains across the windows had been drawn closed due to the annoying gnomes that kept staring in at us from the yard.

"Ginny!" My mother yelled, suddenly appearing at the bottom of the stairs. I jumped. "Ginny, I need you to help Harry clear out the gnomes. They're starting to look a little vicious, and you know what they do when they're angry…"

Mother had been cleaning all day. She usually cleaned when she was upset, but I couldn't imagine what drove her to act so normal…like nobody in our family had just been killed.

"Sure, mom." I said slowly. "What about Hermione and Ron?"

"They're cleaning out the attic….the mess that wretched ghoul made."

I nodded and walked outside, grinning as I saw Harry blast a gnome that had just bit him across the yard with a red beam of light.

"Nice one." I teased as I came up behind him. He turned around, startled.

"Sorry, did I surprise you?"

"Not really, I've just been feeling a little jumpy…since…" he paused, then picked up another little gnome and used his wand to spin it in circles in the air.

"Mother is insane. Making us clean today. You'd think we just had a perfect little school year and now were back and she's putting us to work…"

"Yeah, maybe, but it sort of takes your mind off things, doesn't it?"

I shrugged and grabbed a gnome, twirling around with it as I watched it's little face wrinkle in fear. I giggled as I tossed it off to the side and it landed with a squeal in the bushes.

"Ow!" I screeched as another angry gnome ran up and bit my ankle with its tiny, sharp teeth. A second later it was flying across the lawn, just like the one that bit Harry had.

"You okay, Ginny?" he asked, and I examined my leg.

"It's bleeding." Was all I managed to say. He was so close to me now. I could feel the pain from our separation creeping through me as I remembered those countless nights we spent close to each other, talking…doing homework…kissing…

I shuddered involuntarily.

Harry flicked his wand and it was healed. But we were still so close.

"Maybe, Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked breathlessly, and he took a step back, looking nervous.

"Sure." He smiled at me, but it was a strange kind of smile. He looked like he was trying to be happy, but he wasn't.

But that's kind of obvious. I felt the same way.

"Um," I began. I had to try. "you know, how you said, you only broke up with me, because…" I couldn't go on. I felt stupid doing so. It felt like an entirely random and horrid time to be having a conversation about this, of all things.

He smiled again, this time looking like he meant it. "Yes, I remember." And he kissed me.

The cool wind blew, ruffling the trees. Birds squawked as they tipped sideways on their branches. I shivered and snuggled in closer to Harry, whose arm wound around my shoulders.

Finally.

Today had been one of the weirdest days of my life. On one hand, I was crushed by the lives lost in yesterday's fight. I was shocked from hearing Harry, Ron, and Hermione's story. I was confused because my mother was acting like today was any old ordinary day. And, lastly, I was happy that Harry was mine again.

The gnomes were gone, the sun was setting, and I felt utterly exhausted from the day itself.

Harry and I were leaning against the toolshed, my head resting on his shoulder, and his arm still tightly around me.

"Tell me more about what happened to you this year. I could tell you left things out."

Harry paused, thinking.

"We did leave one big thing out. But I thought your mum would flip."

I raised my eyebrows. "What?"

He grimaced. "When we were at the Malfoy's house, Bellatrix Lestrange tortured Hermione."

I heard myself gasp. "How badly?" I croaked.

"To the point where she was unconscious by the time we finally got up to her." His words were strangled, repeating the event.

I bit my lip.

"I feel just as bad for Ron. You should have heard him, practically sobbing." Humor traced his voice near the end.

"We've got to get them together. It's just sad how much they like each other."

"Too late." Harry replied, his voice still thick with humor.

"What?"

"When I kicked you out of the room yesterday so Ron, Hermione and I could talk, they started snogging each other. It was disgusting."

I laughed. "Well, I'm happy for them. It's about time."

He just shook his head, grinning, and then rested his cheek on my hair.

And with that, I confirmed that I was in love with him.

I have a way with stating the obvious, don't I?

Cliffie has been answered! From Chp, 2, what she was thinking about was that she loved him.

'Well no dur, Kiaralilly.'

Well! She didn't know! Now she knows! Now it has been confirmed! Haha. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it and please review. I'm still wondering if I should continue…

Please tell me if I should continue or not! Because by now it's not really going along with what I meant it to be…but should I continue?

So confused! Please help/review!

-Kiaralilly