Chapter 6
"Ron! Answer me!" Ginny almost yells.
Ron moans.
"I-I thought you were dead!" Hermione sighs with relief.
Ron chuckles. "Guess not."
"Were... Were you lying the whole time?"
"No... Its hard to explain."
"Shoot." Harry says, sitting beside Ginny and wrapping his arm around her.
Ron glares at Harry's arm but talks. "I was standing at a huge white door in white clothes. I saw Fred smiling and waving. I yelled over 'Fred!'. Fred chuckled, 'Hows Gins?'. 'Shes fine but...', 'Where am I? Welp, your in heaven.', 'So... I died?' 'Kinda,' Fred bit his lip, 'You almost died. But your not fully dead. So, go calm Gins down and tell her I say hi.'"
Then they all quiet.
"So, uh, hi." Ron says with a small smile.
Ginny tackles Ron in a hug.
Hermione laughs. "C'mon. Time to go."
Harry pulls Ginny off Ron and they walk back together. Kinda as a family. When they get back, Hermione starts a fire and takes care of Ron's wounds. Harry and Ginny go in the tent. The minute they get in, Harry tackles Ginny and kisses her. Ginny smiles and kisses him back. Harry falls over and takes Ginny down with him. Their lips stayed locked, though. Ginny pulls away for some air and falls off Harry. Harry smiles at her. "Do you know what the sad thing is?"
"What?" Ginny asks.
"Either we both die or one of us lives..."
Ginny frowns and looks away. She chokes back tears. Did Harry just kiss her because of the games? Or did he really like, like her?
"Ginny, I really like you," Harry says, reading Ginny's thoughts, "I liked you for a while now. I could just never say."
Ginny looks at Harry, blinking tears out of her eyes. "I really like you too."
Harry smiles and kisses Ginny... Again. Not like before though. This kiss was softly and loving while the other ones were just.... Kisses. Ginny pulls away smiling and falls asleep in Harry's arms.
*Ginny's nightmare* ((told in first person))
I'm running though the woods with Harry. Something or someone is chasing us. It can't be someone though. We are the only people left.
"Faster! C'mon!" Harry yells.
I run faster and faster but nothing works. This something really wants us.
"One must die!" the something screams.
I stop. "No."
"Ginny! Are you crazy?! It'll get you!" Harry yells at me. His eyes seem scared and worried.
No shit.
"No, Harry, listen to me. It wants ONE of us. Not both. If we give it both..." I trail off.
Harry's eyes widen. "Ginny! Your such a smarty!"
I half smile. "Thanks."
We turn to face this something. It isn't a something. It's a someone. That someone is the dark lord.
"Well well, which one will die?"
"Neither." Harry says, taking my hand.
"What?" the dark lord says, confused.
"One dies, so does the other." I say.
"NO!"
"To bad." Harry says.
"NO!" the dark lord tries to rip of hands apart but fails. I won't let go and neither will Harry.
"Choose both or fail your first games." I say, eyeing the dark lord.
*Ginny's nightmare is now over*
Ginny sits up fast, panting like crazy. She looks at Harry who is sleeping, peacefully.
Ginny gets up and leaves the tent.
"You ok?" Ron asks.
"Y-yeah..." Ginny answers, shaking.
"Lier." Hermione says. She's wrapped up in Ron's arms.
"I-its fine, Hermione. Leave it." Ginny says.
Ginny doesn't go back to bed.
Harry comes out a few minute later, looking for Ginny. Ron and Hermione run into the tent.
Harry see Ginny shaking. "You ok?"
Ginny smiles. "Yeah, I'm Fine."
Harry frowns but didn't say anything. He just watches the fire.
"Ginny," Harry says after a few hours, "What happened?"
Ginny sighs. No point in lying now, Ginny thinks.
"I-I had a nightmare..."
"About what..?" Harry asks, taking her hand.
Ginny looks at their hands. "U-us... At the very end."
"At the very very end? Every one else died?"
Ginny nods. BOOM. A cannon.
The music fills the sky. Three people they didn't know died.
"I didn't here the cannons.." Ginny whispers.
"I know."
Harry looks at Ginny and hugs her.
"We'll make it out together."
"There can only be one winner, Harry."
Harry gently kisses her forehead. "I know, I know."
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The Potter Games
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