My hinny heart

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

It was later that night. Ron, Hermione and I had were eating dinner, stuffed under my jumper was my invisibility cloak. Ginny had never turned up. I had even been sure to check the part of the table where people in her year usually sat to make sure. I started to worry slightly but I couldn't express my worry openly. I was really hoping that she hadn't forgotten. I had told her a few moments prior to the end of the lesson to meet me by moaning Myrtle's bathroom, but now I wished I had told her somewhere else, somewhere more obvious, scared that she didn't know where it was. After we had all finished dinner I told both Hermione and Ron that I had left one of the books I needed at the library and headed off in that direction.

Once I had made a few turns and ascended up a few staircases I arrived at the bathroom unfortunately there was no sign of her outside it, so putting on my invisibility cloak I went in. Once I was in the center of the bathroom and clear from any doors I took it off.

"Ginny", I whispered loudly hoping she would emerge from one of the bathroom stalls at my call. Nothing happened.

"Hi", called out a voice from behind me. I quickly turned it down, it wasn't Ginny it was moaning Myrtle.

"Oh, hey."

"You don't seem very pleased to see me Harry, I've been missing you and since we had that bath together a couple years ago I just thought you would at least visit." She sniffed gliding down from the window she was sitting in and coming closer to me.

"Right, I'm sorry Myrtle", knowing that the last thing I should do was make her angry or upset.

"Well it's alright I suppose, your here now", as she said that Ginny walked in.

"Harry."

"Your here" I beamed moving away from Myrtle who looked very upset, but I didn't want to talk to Myrtle right now in fact she was the last person I ever wanted to talk to. I walked up to Ginny and taking my cloak covered the both of us.

"Better to go somewhere else", I muttered not wanting Myrtle to hear, but it wouldn't have mattered that much if I had said it outloud because she had returned to the window and was crying loudly.

I guided us out of the bathroom and into an empty corridor ready to take the cloak off us but, suddenly Snape appeared and was only a couple inches away from us. He decided to stretch out his hand and being a second away from touching us I grabbed Ginny and pushed her into a very tight corner out of the way. I was right up against her with my head resting on top of hers trying to minimize the amount of space we were taking up. We had obviously made a slight noise because Snape started to move again and this time closer to us. I again tried to push myself up against her but there was practically no space between us already. He was now right in front of us staring at where we were but not actually seeing us.

Ginny grabbed my hand most likely afraid of being caught. Her hand was very cold so I stroked it in a weak attempt of trying to warm it up. Snape must have decided that he was hearing things because after standing directly in front of us for a minute he decided to leave. Afraid of bumping into another teacher I guided Ginny yet again to the wall where the room of requirement could be summoned, only this time holding her hand in my own. A door appeared which we went through entering a small dimly lit room that had nothing inside of it. I took the cloak of us.

We both inspected the room there was something quite sinister about yet it was tranquil and the silence was comforting.

"Where were you?" I asked, trying to fold the cloak up while still inspecting our whereabouts.

"Huh?"

"At dinner", I added realising I had missed that part out.

"Oh asleep", she replied. Her answer made me stop inspecting the room and rather start inspecting her. Her hair was still in a messy bun. She had large dark circles under her eyes and her eyes themselves were red; bloodshot. She noticed me looking at her and turned away.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing just struggling to sleep." She answered, brushing the question to the side. The last time I had properly looked at her she had been bathed in a golden light, peacefully sleeping now she looked completely different almost broken.

"Gin-"

"Harry stop okay. It's fine, it usually happens around this time of year". Which was when I remembered this was around the time the chamber of secrets had been opened, around the time when under the influence of Voldemort she had written on the castle walls in blood, the time when she had been talking and possed by Voldemort's own diary.

I walked towards her and doing so hugged her. I'd never realised that Ginny like myself had experience Voldemort getting into our mind. I remembered how messed up I was after he had done so, how much I hated myself for letting him in, and then I thought about Ginny. Only being in her first year at hogwarts the pain and self- hatred she must have experience all alone. I was mad at myself for being so selfish and not considering that other people other than myself had been immensely suffering.

She hugged me back tightly burying herself into my shoulder. I thought she would be crying but when we broke apart she wasn't at all. Another reason why I'd grown to like her so much, she never cried, unlike Cho who cried at nearly every single thing.

Staring at her like this made me want her, want to kiss her, and being entirely alone with her in the small dimly lit room was enough to make me do so. I pulled her in toward me and delicately placing my hand on her cheek began to softly and slowly kiss her, I was scared that she wouldn't want to kiss me back, but she did and a smile spread across my lips. My heart was practically leaping out of my chest. The kiss was slow but full of passion, I was careful, I didn't want to hurt her or possibly do something she didn't like. I was savouring every second of it, every second our lips crashed into one another's not wanting the blissful moment to end, but it was inevitable and we soon broke apart.

I returned back to my dormitory where I found Ron in bed but wide awake.

"Where have you been?" He asked when he saw me enter.

"Library." I muttered hoping he hadn't herd.

"What bloody book takes that long to get?" Looking at me he saw that I hadn't actually entered with a book. "Where is the book?" he continued now really confused.

Stuck for a second on what to say I eventually answered, "I ended up finished the homework there, I didn't really want to take the book out." I was smiling like a fool but was trying my best to suppress it.

He seemed pretty content with the answer, so he decided to go back to bed and this time to sleep before we returned to the burrow this weekend for Christmas where sleep would be very hard to get.