It was the night before Bill and Fleur were to be married and everyone in the Burrow was sound asleep all except Ginny Weasley. She tossed and turned but she couldn't force herself to sleep. The reason for her insomnia was a boy just a few rooms away, Harry Potter.

Ginny had loved Harry since the first time she saw him at the train station when she was eleven. Of course when she was younger she would daydream about him as her boyfriend, but she never thought it would actually happen. But it did! Just a few short months ago when Harry grabbed her and kissed her in the Common Room in front of everyone. Ginny smiled to herself as she remembered the softness of his lips the first time they kissed.

Then she remembered how it came to an all too abrupt halt. When Dumbledore died Harry realized that anyone he was close to was in danger so he broke things off with her for her own safety. She remembered how broken she felt when there relationship ended. As soon as Harry said that they couldn't be together she felt hollow, like she still had a body but there was nothing in it.

She immediately threw up her walls. She would not let anyone see how upset she really was. She always wanted to look tough and never wanted anyone to see her emotional side. What no one knew was that she cried herself to sleep for a month straight.

Then just a few days ago the Order got a group together to bring Harry to the Burrow for his safety. Ginny had mixed emotions about seeing him again. She had finally stopped the incessant flow of tears and had accepted the fact that he was no longer her boyfriend. But now, he was coming to live with her and she would have to see him everyday.

On the day he was to arrive she felt nothing but anxious nerves and fear. She was afraid for her brothers, father, Hermione, and Harry because of all the danger they would be facing should they run into Voldemort. Yet she was anxious to see Harry again, but nervous at the same time. What if he ignored her? She didn't think she could bear it if he were to walk by her as if she didn't exist.

Then the first portkey arrived, alone. Then the second, still alone. Ginny remembered how she tried to calm her mother as she was having a breakdown. Then the third portkey arrived with Hagrid and Harry. Ginny wanted nothing more than to run to Harry and fling her arms around his neck like she used to, but she refrained, knowing it was for the better.

He looked happy to see her and when she did make eye contact with those striking green eyes she felt her stomach do a flip. Then everyone began to get back and she knew it would be a while before she could talk to him alone.

Ginny remembered how just that morning she woke up and realized it was Harry's birthday. She had had absolutely no idea what to get him, then she thought of the one thing she would want from him had it been her birthday. She siezed her opportunity that afternoon when she saw him walking up the stairs with Ron and Hermione.

When Harry walked into her room her heart started beating so fast she thought it would pop out of her chest. He said something but she wasn't listening. Then she stepped closer to him closing the gap between them and kissed him. As soon as her lips touched his she felt stupid. She had just kissed him out of the blue with no warning. What was she thinking? He had just broken up with her a month ago and here she is kissing him? Then the best thing happened, Harry put his arms around her and kissed her back. Harry could make her happier like nothing and nobody else could. His lips were perfect and she never wanted the perfect moment to end.

Then it did end. Ron, her idiotic brother, burst into her room and made the perfect moment pop. As they broke apart Ginny realized that Harry really did want her too. This realization brought her to tears.

As she lay there re-living her kiss with Harry over and over again in her mind she wanted to see him again so badly it hurt. Ginny quietly slipped out of her bed and tip-toed across the room so that she would not awaken Hermione. She silently left her bedroom and entered the room that Harry was sharing with Ron. As she was walking toward Harry in his bed under the window she heard Ron whisper in his sleep, "Hermione…." Ginny surpressed a giggle.

She always knew that Ron was hiding his feelings for Hermione it was just funny to hear him dreaming about her. Ginny quietly walked over and sank into the chair next to Harry's bed. She reached over and lightly brushed the hair on his forehead and traced his lightning shaped scar with her finger. She wanted nothing more than for him to take her with him wherever it was he was going.

Ginny was unsure of how long she sat there just watching him sleep. She let out a sigh and stood to go looking down at him one last time. As she took her first step toward the door she heard it, the sweetest voice in the world, "Ginny…." She smiled and turned around to talk to Harry, but saw that he was still asleep. He had a huge sweet smile on his face, the same smile he always gave her right after he kissed her.

Ginny then had all of the reassurance she needed. Harry was lying in his bed dreaming of her. As she walked back toward her room she continued to hear her favorite sound reverberating in her head, the sound of Harry Potter saying her name. As she lay down again in her own bed she fell right to sleep and dreamed about Harry, knowing that he was just a few rooms away dreaming of her too.