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Falling In Love. by Magicalis Writer

Format: Novel
Chapters: 9
Word Count: 12,796
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Humor, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Arthur, Molly, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Arthur/Molly, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/OC, Harry/OC

First Published: 12/02/2011
Last Chapter: 05/22/2013
Last Updated: 05/22/2013

Currently being rewritten! Leave a review on anyy chapters you would like to see be changed.

It certaintly isn't easy! Back in Progress!

Chapter 1: Discussion With A Red Head.

The corridors of the castle were nearly empty. Every so often, Harry would hear footsteps, and he would then disappear under his cloak, not wanting to hear any more praise. He was now discharged from the Hospital Wing, walking away with a deep, lightning bolt-shaped cut that stretched across his chest, a sprained wrist, and a potion to soothe any pain he might feel. The last few days had gone by in a blur. Apparently, he had suffered major blood loss, and was in shock. Harry never spoke to anyone who visited him. He hadn't even heard his own voice since he had spoken to Ginny.

Once he had gotten past the portrait and into the common room, he was greeted by Hermione hugging him gently. Over her shoulder, he saw all the Weasleys -with the exception of Percy- sitting in the Common Room.

"It's okay, Harry," Hermione whispered, "I explained everything." Harry raised a brow. Everything? 

After many hugs and lots of silence, everyone went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Ron, naturally, grabbed nearly all the food in sight, earning a glare from Ginny, who took about three pieces of bacon from his plate. Only after Harry had two plates full of food did Mrs. Weasely start serving up her own dish.

"Harry, dear, Arthur and I were talking, and we think it would be best if you came and stayed with us at the Burrow for a while." Harry raised his gaze from his plate to meet Mrs. Weasley's. He opened his mouth, as though about to finally speak, but nodded and smiled thankfully. Ginny sat far away from Harry, never looking at him. Hermione shared a knowing gaze with Ron, then poked Harry on the arm. What? he mouthed. Hermione was grateful that he was at least willing to communicate somehow. She moved her gaze towards Ginny, then him. Harry sighed quietly and shook his head. Everyone at the table looked up in wonder at Harry, who shook his head and played around with his remaining scrambled eggs.

"Okay," Ron muttered. "It's way to quiet."

"You know it's only going to get quieter if you say that, Ron?" Ginny stated, smiling slightly. Almost everyone at the table was smiling now, including Harry.

"Not necessarily." Hermione said, holding Ron's hand.

"See, Ron? You started a conversation! Bravo, indeed." George said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"It's sort of a talent of mine," Ron muttered, tilting his chin up proudly.

"You should do it more often," Harry suggested, his voice hoarse. Ginny looked him in the eye. He no longer looked confident and noble, but broken and innocent.

"Can I talk to you, Harry? Over there?" she requested.

"Nope. Whatever you say to Harry, you might as well say to everyone." Ron said, his ears turning red.

"What, do I need permission from you? I'm not little anymore, Ronald, everything I do doesn't have to be of your business." Ginny shouted, leaving the table. Harry got up and went after her.

Ginny stopped as soon as she got around the corner, Harry coming right behind her.

"You followed me," she stated stupidly.

"Well... yeah. I'm persistent." he said, smirking in spite of himself.

"I think I figured that out a long time ago. I wanted to say that I'm sorry." Ginny apologized.

"You don't need to apologize. I shouldn't have left you."

"You're right. You shouldn't have. But you did, and you can't take that back. So much has changed, and I- I feel like I don't know you as well as I thought."

"How about we start over?"

"I'd like that. I'm Ginny Weasley," Ginny greeted, shaking Harry's hand.

"Harry Potter. Nice to finally meet you."

A/N: Thanks @RosieQueen Sorry it was short again. I was trying to figure out where to start, and this is where it seemed the most logical. Please, please, please review! Thanks for reading! ~Magicalis Writer