Hinny, A Beginning (BOOK 1 OF HINNY THROUGH THE YEARS)

Losing The Boys

I don't own any of the characters. All credit goes to the Epic J.K. Rowling of course and always.

Harry

My throat went dry when she kissed me. It was brief but it was there. My cheek still burned at the spot she'd done it and it was making my heart pump fast. Her nose was still red but eyes not dripping the tears in them.

"Why do crying girls kiss me?" I spoke after a while, not knowing how to react eventually. She picked up a pillow and hit my head. Her laughter after, couldnt hold me back anymore so I ran arms around her waist. Her head dropped against my temple and I pressed my lips on her shoulder. Her arms came around my shoulders and I tughtened mine around her waist. I wished I could keep her here forever.

"Are you okay?" I asked on her shoulder.

"Yeah."

I felt her rub the back of my head, and a frenzy feeling rushed through which eventually led to calmness spreading through me.

"Are you?" She whispered.

"Yeah." I answered. She nodded on my shoulder before releasing me and moving away.

"We should go to bed. Its late." She caressed my ear. She got up and started walking around me when I called her name, involuntarily.

"Ginny?"

"Yeah?"

"I asked Dean to replace Katie till she recovers." I smiled just a little. She looked at me, with a gulp that moved her throat drastically.

"Oh, thats amazing! Tomorrow will be amazing! Thanks, Harry!" She giggled, seeming thrilled to play with Dean. That deflated the happiness in me. It meant that everything that happened, was just a friendly gesture.

I nodded smirking. She went to bed.

I sat there, dropping my head back. I was going to tell her that she meant unpredictability much to me. It was unfortunate that being a romantic guy wasn't my strongest suit. Though I was going to kiss her when she looked at me for comfort but she was having a rough night and the most I could do was comfort her. Instead, she ended up making me feel secure. Being the Chosen One was no blessing. It was the blasphemous curse like the scar on my forehead.

That kiss she'd left me with, fizzled my brain and my body burn up. I was going to return it when I realized that that won't appropriate.

After ages of her leaving, I went up to catch some sleep, which never came. When the sun started up, I sat up and picked up the map. Nothing. Instead, I pulled out the Half Blood Prince book and started reading. That book had spells and things written that even Hermoine wasn't aware of.

When Ron woke up, I realized the time. It was early and Sunday morning was high above us.

"Still on that bloody book?" He groaned, sliding out of bed.

"Are you ready for today?" I asked.

"Dont remind me." Ron groaned, dropping back in his bed.

"Just take it easy." I slid off and turned away to get ready. Changing into my Quiditch robes, I headed off to the great hall for breakfast. Ginny and Hermoine were sitting across from each other so I took a spot beside Ginny, who was in her uniform as well.

"Where's Ron?" Hermoine asked.

"There he is." Ginny spoke up before I could. I looked back to see Ron walking to us stiffly.

"I've got a bet on you, Ron!" Seamus laughed, walking past him. Ron gave him a nervous smile and tucked himself in beside Hermoine. He looked at his breakfast and then at us. Ginny looked at me with a pout and worry.