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Connie · 10-21-2011, 02:25 PM

Hey everyone I hope you all are doing great and staying warm. This chapter is very short, but I hope you still enjoy it. I figure sometimes it's nice to have a break from the long ones. Thanks to all who read this ff, I'm so happy to have you. Next weeks chapter is Chapter 13, "A Fresh Start, A New DAy" I hope you all have a wonderful week.

Droo; Thanks for reading and commenting Droo. You're catching a break this week with a short chapter, but next week is a long one.

Thanks for your support Droo.

Chapter 12

Things Always Look Different In The Morning

Ginny pulled Harry’s hand out from under the blanket and held it to her face with both of her hands. She kissed it and her tears of deepest remorse fell over his fingers.

“I’m so sorry I made you torture yourself every night. I can’t stand that you left here thinking that I hate you. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why you love me and want to marry me. I am such a wicked witch. Compassion moved Harry, as she cried softly.

“Gin? For each statement and question you just said, the answer is and always will be, ‘Because I love you.’ The thing is…” he faltered and took a short breath and swallowed the great lump in his throat keeping him from saying what was on his mind. He managed to swallow and said rather feebly, “Gin… I don’t think I’m what they have in mind for your husband. I’m too much trouble. There is always something to worry about with me. They don’t need to be worrying about you all the time.”

At Ginny’s obvious heartbreak, copious amounts of new tears running down her cheeks, and shaking her head, ‘no’, he tried to sound encouraging. “You know what? I’m jumping the gun here. Everything will look different in the morning. Please just go on up to bed. I bet Hermione is waiting for a girls pow-wow or something.” He smiled at her and with an effort; he reached his hand to her face and felt his fingers to her lips. He licked his lips and tried to raise his chin to receive her lips to his for the kiss he was wanting in the worst way, and passed out. His hand dropped over the front of her shoulder and down to her lap.

She picked up his limp hand and held it to her lips then hugged it tightly to her and then she tucked it in under the blanket. She thought of her second year when she was watching him lying in the hospital wing with his head bandaged. Everyone was afraid that he was dieing then too. However, the next morning he was up trying to figure out where he was and what happened to him. She smiled and said softly, “Yes, things do look differently in the morning.” She remembered Ron saying that he sleeps with one foot uncovered and turned around to untuck his feet so he could get one uncovered if he wanted, and found he already had one stuck out. She smiled feeling much better, then bent over and kissed his hot lips.

She started to go upstairs and seen the portraits still watching them.

“Er… Sirs? Do you want me to put you back in the pouch for the night, or what? I mean ... Will you sleep ok this way? Or whatever it is you do?”

“Thank you for your attentiveness Miss Weasley,” said Dumbledore softly. “But we will just stay up for a while and watch our splendid young man. If he has any problems, you can count on us raising the roof to waken you to help him. Goodnight Miss Weasley. Harry is blessed to have such a wonderful young woman to become his wife.”

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Connie Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Florida Posts: 1,415 Hogwarts RPG Name: Janet Lynn Gordon Fifth Year	Werecats are people too! Reader of Fan Fictions Hey everyone I hope you all are doing great and staying warm. This chapter is very short, but I hope you still enjoy it. I figure sometimes it's nice to have a break from the long ones. Thanks to all who read this ff, I'm so happy to have you. Next weeks chapter is Chapter 13, "A Fresh Start, A New DAy" I hope you all have a wonderful week. Droo; Thanks for reading and commenting Droo. You're catching a break this week with a short chapter, but next week is a long one. Thanks for your support Droo. Chapter 12 Things Always Look Different In The Morning Ginny pulled Harry’s hand out from under the blanket and held it to her face with both of her hands. She kissed it and her tears of deepest remorse fell over his fingers. “I’m so sorry I made you torture yourself every night. I can’t stand that you left here thinking that I hate you. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why you love me and want to marry me. I am such a wicked witch. Compassion moved Harry, as she cried softly. “Gin? For each statement and question you just said, the answer is and always will be, ‘Because I love you.’ The thing is…” he faltered and took a short breath and swallowed the great lump in his throat keeping him from saying what was on his mind. He managed to swallow and said rather feebly, “Gin… I don’t think I’m what they have in mind for your husband. I’m too much trouble. There is always something to worry about with me. They don’t need to be worrying about you all the time.” At Ginny’s obvious heartbreak, copious amounts of new tears running down her cheeks, and shaking her head, ‘no’, he tried to sound encouraging. “You know what? I’m jumping the gun here. Everything will look different in the morning. Please just go on up to bed. I bet Hermione is waiting for a girls pow-wow or something.” He smiled at her and with an effort; he reached his hand to her face and felt his fingers to her lips. He licked his lips and tried to raise his chin to receive her lips to his for the kiss he was wanting in the worst way, and passed out. His hand dropped over the front of her shoulder and down to her lap. She picked up his limp hand and held it to her lips then hugged it tightly to her and then she tucked it in under the blanket. She thought of her second year when she was watching him lying in the hospital wing with his head bandaged. Everyone was afraid that he was dieing then too. However, the next morning he was up trying to figure out where he was and what happened to him. She smiled and said softly, “Yes, things do look differently in the morning.” She remembered Ron saying that he sleeps with one foot uncovered and turned around to untuck his feet so he could get one uncovered if he wanted, and found he already had one stuck out. She smiled feeling much better, then bent over and kissed his hot lips. She started to go upstairs and seen the portraits still watching them. “Er… Sirs? Do you want me to put you back in the pouch for the night, or what? I mean ... Will you sleep ok this way? Or whatever it is you do?” “Thank you for your attentiveness Miss Weasley,” said Dumbledore softly. “But we will just stay up for a while and watch our splendid young man. If he has any problems, you can count on us raising the roof to waken you to help him. Goodnight Miss Weasley. Harry is blessed to have such a wonderful young woman to become his wife.” Last edited by Connie; 10-28-2011 at 03:34 PM.