A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry for the long space between updates, I've been fairly busy. For the fans of 'It's Ok.' I should definitly have another chapter up by Saturday. Oh, this story is 3rd person, other than 1st. I wanted to change it up a little. ;3

Enjoy!

Quiet, Chapter 3

Something wasn't right.

Ginny had been on her way to the Gryffindor common room from her haven when her anxiety really started to kick in. Before, during, and after dinner, people had been acting very oddly. They were all grouped together, whispering worridly, but Ginny wasn't one of them. She suspected that it had to do with the Evening Prophet. 'Somebody probably was attacked.' She thought.

Even the bloody portraits around Hogwarts looked scared.

But Ginny didn't read the Evening Prophet that night, she was too busy thinking of Harry. Thinking of how the last 2 weeks had been the best in her entire life. She had been spending most of her time with Harry. They would commonly be seen walking through the corridors, whispering to eachother, speaking words of love. Just an hour ago, they had eaten dinner together.

Something odd had happened then, Harry read the Evening Prophet, kissed her goodbye, and rushed up to the common room, looking distressed. Ginny had thought it nothing out of the ordinary and kept eating, then went to her haven.

Ginny raced back up to the common room to find it empty with an exception of one person. Harry.

He was sitting in an armchair close to the fire, his head in hands, white knuckles grabbing his hair. She could've sworn she heard a muffled dry sob.

"Harry?" Ginny whispered, walking closer to him.

He quickly jumped up and before Ginny knew it, his lips were on hers.

And just from this kiss, Ginny knew something was wrong, it was filled with worry, anger, and sadness. He was pouring himself into her, and she accepted it gladly, anything to make his pain go away. They battled with emotions, telling a tale with their lips.

She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Her face flushed, hair mussed, and lips slightly swollen, she asked "What's wrong Harry?"

And what she didn't expect, was to see white hot tears running down his paling face. He sunk onto the couch, pulling her down with him. He set her on his lap and held onto her tight, giving her another kiss, he finally spoke. "We can't Ginny, not anymore…" His voice was deep and slightly raspy.

"We can't what Harry?" Ginny said angrily, what the hell was he talking about? "What was everyone so worried about at dinner?" She questioned. "What's going on? What was in the Evening Prophet?" She was getting a little scared now. It took a lot to get Harry to cry like this.

He picked up a copy of the Evening Prophet that was lying beside them on the couch, and placed it in her hands.

Ginny unfolded it, and read the headline:

Attack in Hogsmeade.

She gave a small gasp. It was short, quick, and to the point. Underneath was a black and white moving picture of the dark mark above Zonko's joke shop, complete with running and screaming people.

"I can't go on seeing you Ginny." Harry croaked, taking the prophet from her and chucking it in the fireplace. "He's coming, he'll know that your special to me. He'll use you as bait."

"But if you already know that, then why don't you just plan against it? Why don't you just let him take me?" She knew it sounded stupid to begin with, but he was to important to lose again.

"You don't get it, do you? I love you too much to let him even touch you." He said quietly, hugging her even tighter like she might dissapear if he let go. The tears were now dry on his face, and he looked bad. His hair was extremely messy, his eyes dark and hollow, and dark rings under his eyes.

"Harry…" Ginny croaked, letting a tear fall down her face. "He doesn't have to know, we can keep it secret, we can use spells-" She was cut off when Harry put a finger on her lips to silence her.

"Dumbledore's made a prediction." He said quietly. "According to him, Voldemort plans to attack late tomorrow night, here, at Hogwarts. For me, he wants to come to kill me. He's going to attack everyone here, he has all of the death eathers and giants, everything. Dumbledore will be sending the younger students home in the morning. "

"No…" Ginny croaked again. "We can hide! He doesn't have to fight you! You don't have to fight him! I can't lose you." She let a few more stray tears fall down her face.

"Ginny…" Harry whispered and kissed her tears away. "I can't run from this, not anymore. I've put this off for too long, I'm going to fight him once and for all."

Ginny buried her head into Harry's chest to muffle her dry sobs. Harry calmly soothed her, running his fingers through her long fiery hair. This was too much. Only an hour ago she had been on cloud 9, but now, it seemed that she had been dragged by the hand to hell.

"I'm supposed to be the one worrying now, aren't I?" He said, trying to lighten the mood just a little.

"Sorry." Ginny said sadly, sitting up again and giving him another kiss. She broke apart and rested her forehead against his, starying intently into his eyes.

"You're scared, aren't you?" She asked him, reading him like a book.

"How can I not be?" Harry was getting worked up again. "Everyone's depending on me, the bloody Boy-Who-Lived to make big bad Voldy go away. If I screw up one thing, it's my skin, I'm dead, no second chance." He gave an angry sigh and continued. " So many people have already died because of me, and now he's coming to Hogwarts to just wipe the rest of us out. He's going to use you, I just know it. This stupid sca-" He stopped as his eyes widened.

He quickly pushed Ginny off of his lap and onto the couch then shoved his hands onto his scar, he was in pain. His face was screwed up and was breathing heavily. He sunk off of the couch and onto the floor, laying in the fetal position, legs curled close to his chest. He gave a mangled yell.

"Harry!" Ginny yelled, jumping off the couch and kneeling beside him. She placed her small hands on his, and began to calm him. "Fight him Harry, it's your mind. Push him out, close your thoughts." She said over and over for what seemed like 5 minutes.

Finally, Harry's breathing became slower and he removed a hand from his scar and held hers with it. He used the other to put over his heart, trying to slow the wild beating, his eyes still shut tightly.

"Sorry…" He mumbled, his breathing still slightly fast. He slowly opnened his eyes.

"How long has this been happening Harry?" Ginny asked firmly, taking his other hand off of his heart and lacing it with hers.

"2 weeks." He mumbled again.

"2 WEEKS!" Ginny yelled. "Why didn't you tell anybody Harry? You could've started Occlumency with Dumbledore again! You don't have to let him do this to you…" She said, still flustered at the fact that he had been hiding this from everyone.

"I didn't want to be a bother." He said quietly, grimacing as he slowly sat up.

"You're not a bother Harry. We all love you." Ginny said, helping him up and proping a few pillows behind him.

They stayed silent for a little longer, both leaning against the couch, their fingers entwined.

"He was happy.." Harry croaked, tightening his grip on her hand.

"Voldemort?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah….I think…that he knows about me…my weakness now." He stated.

"What's your weakness?" She asked quietly, silently running her thumb over his cold knuckles.

"You." He whispered so quietly that she had to lean in to hear it.

Ginny closed the distance and gave him a long kiss. Tender, loving, and a last sweet goodbye.

A:N:

Sorry sorry! I know, it's an abrupt ending.

I'm up to anymore suggetions. I'm thinking about 1 more chapter on this story?

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