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Hey There Ginny by AuburnFair

Format: Song fic
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 2,772

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Fluff, General, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 12/04/2007
Last Chapter: 02/23/2008
Last Updated: 02/23/2008

The morning dew coated the grass like a million sparkling diamonds. Ron and Hermione were saying goodbye to the rest of the Weasleys. Harry and Ginny stood by the gate. Though it was September, the morning air was chilly, and Harry was holding Ginny to keep her warm. They stood there in silence forever, neither wanting to be the first to say goodbye. song: Hey there Delilah

Chapter 1: This One's for You
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A/N: Alright, so this is my first shot at a song fic! I used to hate song fics, but one night I was listening to Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's and I was like "this would make a good fic." I would recommend playing the song while you read if you have it!

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All Ginny really wanted was to go to sleep. She was soaking wet, having just gotten in from an intense Quidditch practice. She could only blame the intensity of the practice on herself of course; she was after all, the captain of the Gryffindor team. However, when she got to her dormitory, she found that her bed was already inhabited by a large brown owl. Her heart leapt and her stomach turned over. The familiar owl’s presence could only mean one thing, a letter from Harry! Her hands trembled excitedly as she pulled the scroll off its leg. The owl pecked at her fingers affectionately, they had been seeing a lot of each other lately. She thanked the bird and gave it an owl treat to eat on its way home. She flopped on her bed, wet clothes and all and opened the letter. The familiar messy scrawl was like a friendly face, and she found herself smiling as she read the first line.

Hey there Ginny
I’m here in New York City
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true 

Ginny rolled her eyes at this not so subtle flattery. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been traveling the world telling people their story. They had been reluctant to go when the Order first asked them to, but they had eventually decided that it was for the best. Ginny sighed as she remembered the day that they had left:

The sunlight was sparkling off all the bits of dust that had been disturbed by Ginny’s activities. Her bedroom looked like an explosion of books and clothes, with a big trunk in the middle. Ginny herself sat on the bed, folding. She was alone, or at least, she thought she was. Suddenly, someone touched her. She jumped with surprise, turning to see a bespectacled boy standing behind her grinning.

“Packing already Gin?” Harry chimed as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She laughed and pushed him off.

“It never hurts to be prepared.” She admonished as she continued to fold. He looked at her in disbelief, his green eyes pulling her in as they always did.

“Since when were you ‘prepared’ for anything? Why you’re as bad as Ron.” He said jokingly. She made a face, and then hit him on the arm playfully. He retaliated by messing up her hair, so she reached up and knocked his glasses off teasingly.

“Hey! Foul play!” He bent down on his hands and knees, feeling around for his glasses.

“Take that back Harry! Maybe I’m taking a note from Hermione’s book.” This made Harry laugh.

“Which one? She has loads. Aha!” he held up the escaped glasses in triumph, and then sat down on the bed beside her, pulling her close to him. She breathed in deeply, enjoying just being in his presence. It had been so long since they could joke like this and laugh like this. It had been so long since they had been together without tears and heartache. Finally they could be together without worry and fear, they could love without inhibitions. Harry didn’t have to push her away anymore, and she didn’t have to pretend to be stronger than she really was. Everything was so real.

“I’m gonna miss you Gin.” Harry said. Ginny sighed and stood up, picking up random books off the floor and putting them in her trunk.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now Harry. School doesn’t start for another week. Don’t make the future come sooner than it has to.” The thought of Hogwarts without Harry was terrible. He had always been there, except of course last year, when he was out hunting for the Horcruxes. That had been excruciating. But this would be different. She wouldn’t have to worry and the pain, just emptiness and loneliness.

“Actually Ginny…there’s something I’ve been needing to tell you.” Harry said slowly. “Ron and Hermione and I, we’ve decided to leave the country for a while.”

Ginny froze hovered over her trunk, book in hand.

“Wh- What?” She squawked. “Leave the country? Why? You were gone for almost a whole year last year. Why do you need to leave again?”

Harry sighed. “It’s just something we need to do Gin. People need to know what happened, so it will never happen again. Evil is still out there Ginny, and people need to be aware.”

Ginny swallowed hard. “When are you leaving?” She whispered.

“Tomorrow.” He said. She shrieked with frustration. Harry startled, standing up. “I don’t understand Ginny, why are you taking this so hard? It’s only a few months.”

She turned on him throwing the book to the ground. “This is SO like you Harry Potter! Everything is going fine and then you have to go ruin it all! You don’t tell me these things until it’s too late to do anything about it!” she raged.

“Ginny, I-“he started.

“Last time you were gone you broke my heart and didn’t give me so much as a goodbye! I had no idea where you were, I didn’t know what you were doing, I didn’t even know if you were okay Harry! You didn’t write me, you didn’t send any word, I mean good Lord, you were a mile away from my house and you didn’t even come and see me! For all I know you could have been dead! I mean…you didn’t even write!” She sobbed. Harry held out his arms, and she sunk into them. He put his head on top of hers as he said gently:

“That was last time Gin. This is different. This is completely different. Last time I was out fighting. Last time I had to go into hiding. This is just a trip to spread awareness. A vacation if you will.” He pulled away so he could get a better look at her tear streaked face. “As for the writing,” he continued. “You know that I couldn’t write to you. It would’ve put you in danger, and that was the very thing I was trying to avoid. This time, I will write to you as much as I can.”

Ginny sniffed and looked up at him. He wiped a tear off her cheek. She reached up and grabbed his hand.

“Do you promise?” she asked.

“I promise.”

Hey there Ginny
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Read this letter once again now,
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me 

Of course, it had been rough going back to school without Harry by her side. Things were anything but normal. The whole housing system had been temporarily ditched, leaving all of the students to intermingle and relate to each other after these hard times. Ravenclaws ate with Hufflepuffs, the teachers openly talked to the students, and the Slytherins and the Gryffindors were even making timid friendships. Everyone had stories to share and tears to shed. There was so much joy, and yet there was also loss. But life goes on, and eventually things slipped back into a normal pattern. However, Ginny still woke up with tears in her eyes every morning. She cried for Fred, and how she missed him. She cried for George, who was completely miserable without his other half. She cried for all the loss that her friends had suffered. And she cried for Harry.

Hey there Ginny
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday we'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good 

But still, every cloud has a silver lining, and hers were her letters. She looked forward to them for days, keeping track of how long it took for them to be delivered, and trying to guess when the next one would come. She always wrote back. Always. She never ran out of things to say to Harry. She tried to tell him funny little anecdotes, especially stories about the Quidditch team.

“Well, today we hosted Quidditch tryouts, and since I am now the captain, I was awarded the pleasure of crushing the dreams of about twenty Gryffindors. They were horrible Harry. I seriously didn’t know what to do. We had first years there that didn’t even know how to ride a broom, and they were some of the better people that tried out! There was a boy that said he was going to try out for keeper, and then he ended up trying to find the snitch! It was ridiculous.”

She told him about school. Classes were much easier now. Maybe it was because she was older and wiser, but probably because the teachers knew how much they had sacrificed the year before. N.E.W.T’s were coming up soon, and in the spirit of Hermione, Ginny had started a study group that met twice a week in the Gryffindor common room. Harry had found the fact that Ginny was actually studying to be quite amusing, since no other Weasley besides Percy had ever really shown that trait. She had been a bit put out by his response, but letters were letters, and she cherished them. In these letters, she and Harry were able to talk about those sensitive topics that had bothering her for a long time. The first letter that he had sent her held some of the most heartfelt things he had ever said to her.

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love you Ginny. I mean it. I have no family to speak of, no one left to really hold on to. But you, I know that you will always be there. You are so beautiful…but it’s more than that. It’s the way that you understand me, the way that you put up with my pig-headedness, and the way that you can always make me smile. No one could ever replace you Ginny. Don’t you ever forget that.”

She put most of her letters from Harry in a box, but she had hung that one by her bed. She read it whenever she was having a bad day, it never failed to cheer her up.

Hey there Ginny
I've got so much left to say
If every letter that I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me 

Most of the time, Ginny acted normal. It helped her to be distracted by her friends and her schoolwork. Any small bits of normalcy helped. She tried not to think about Harry too much, except when she was reading his letters. It was okay to miss him then, she told herself.

Sometimes Harry would go up to a week without writing, and Ginny would start feeling like she had the year before. Of course, what she felt now was just concern as apposed to the gnawing gut wrenching worry that she had felt when she had been stuck at Hogwarts while he was out doing Lord knows what. During those times, she had been a wreck. Her brother, her best friend, and Harry had all been in danger, and she hadn’t heard from them at all. She had thrown herself into rebellion just to distract herself from the pain she was feeling. She and Neville had brought back the D.A. which had ended up consisting of almost everyone but the Slytherins. She had done countless detentions and had been tortured by the Carrows on numerous occasions. But it had all been worth it in the end. The world had basically been saved, and things were as normal as they were going to be. It was almost crazy that her biggest worry now was that her boyfriend was in another country.

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd aparate if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Ginny I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame 

She sighed heavily. Of course she missed him. Sometimes all she wanted to do was sit and feel sorry for herself, but she too had made Harry a promise right before he left:

The morning dew coated the grass like a million sparkling diamonds. Ron and Hermione were saying goodbye to the rest of the Weasleys. Harry and Ginny stood by the gate. Though it was September, the morning air was chilly, and Harry was holding Ginny to keep her warm. They stood there in silence forever, neither wanting to be the first to say goodbye. Ginny looked up at him, his green eyes caught the light of rising sun, and it took her breath away. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent and trying to commit it to memory.

“Where will you be going?” she asked quietly, resting her head on his shoulder. She could feel his heart beating against hers.

“Lot’s of places.” He spoke into her hair. “First we need to find Hermione’s parents though. She’s still pretty upset about the fact that she’s had to live without them for so long. Plus, she has to reverse the spellwork that she’s done.”

“Yeah.” Ginny murmured. They stood in silence for a while. Shewanted to stay that way forever. Just the two of them together. That was all she really needed.

Harry broke the silence.

“Gin,” he cupped her chin in his hands, and tilted her face up so that she was looking directly at him, “promise me something.” She considered this for a moment, her eyes scanning his face.


“Promise me that you won’t miss me too much.” She rolled her eyes. He was presumptuous sometimes.

“Oh honestly Harry.”

“No, seriously. I mean, I don’t want you to forget about me or anything, but don’t just sit around depressed waiting for me.” He brushed the hair out of her eyes “Have some fun, live your life. It won’t be long before we can be together again. Who knows, maybe I can pull some sort of fame stunt again.” He chuckled.

“Harry, you’re being silly.” She tried to pull away from him, but he held on strong. She stopped struggling.

“Let go.” She instructed.

“Not until you promise.”

“Do I need to hex you Potter?” She threatened, trying again to wiggle out of his tight hug.

“Just promise Ginny.” He said. She sighed, and then stood up on her toes and lightly planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I promise.”

Hey there Ginny
You be good and don't you miss me
One more year and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Ginny here's to you
This one’s for you

Oh it's what you do to me 

Ginny smiled running her fingers through her long red hair. Her smile quickly turned to a grimace as she felt her wet dirty tresses. She was in dire need of a shower.

She folded up the letter carefully, and kissed it, before heading off towards the bathroom. After her shower, she would write a reply, and she would try to sound strong. No, she wouldn’t have to try and sound strong. She was strong. She didn’t just wait around for everything to be better, she lived her life in the moment, with the knowledge that each day brought her closer to the one she loved. 

Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

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