Calm Before The Storm

6:28 pm

Connor sat in the chair next to her hospital bed. She'd gotten another Quidditch injury. After last year playing seeker on the Gryffindor team and plus living with the Weasley boys all her life you wouldn't have thought the girl could still be so fragile. But, alas, here she was in the infirmary of Hogwarts with a broken arm and a snapped ankle. Damn Crabbe. That was the prat who had done this to her.

The boy raised a brow and wondered silently where that had come from. Ginny had gotten hurt a lot over the years that he had known her and he'd never been all 'touch-her-and-die' about it then, not even when she had words with Malfoy. Then it was still 'leave-my-sister-alone'. Plus, Gin had gotten more fierce over the last couple of years.

Occasionally she'd have nightmares about Tom and the Chamber, but nothing a glass of milk wouldn't cure.

He watched her as she slept on. His sister, Hermione, had wanted to know if he was coming to the celebration party. He had declined, tiring of the same old things at those parties. 'Yippee, yay, woohoo we won!' Whatever.

"Connor?" whispered a sleepy voice, interrupting his thoughts.

He glanced down at Ginny again and quirked his brow again. Why was she calling out his name?

"Connor... where'd you... Tom... no... no... NO"

Ginny bolted upright in the bed and straight into his arms. It would be the least to say he was surprised. The girl had just been sleeping soundly and now she was wiggled about in his arms in nothing but a hospital night gown, sobbing and crying, "He got him! Tom got him."

Connor wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. "Shh, Ginny, it's alright... it's okay, shh... "

The redhead knotted her fists into his blue dress-shirt and continued to cry. "He got him... oh gods, he got him... "

Connor felt his heart breaking at the younger girl's tone. He didn't like it when people he cared about hurt. Malfoy knew that, he'd broken the blonde's nose more times then was good for one person.

"Ginny, it's alright... I'm here... shhh... "

Her small frame stiffened, as if she'd just realized she wasn't alone. Slowly, her gaze rose to meet his and she jumped out of his embrace and scrambled away and up to the metal headboard.

"C-Connor?" she stuttered, "Wha-What're you do-doing h-here"

He looked at her, confused. "I thought I'd check on you and the party was boring me anyway," he said. "Are you okay? What were you dreaming about?"

"N-Nothing."

"I heard you and that was not nothing."

She bit down on her bottom lip. "I-I... I had a dream that Tom came back and he grabbed you and sliced your throat and you died." she said this all very fast and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Gin, it's okay. See -" he poked his arm "- I'm all here, one peice"

She gave a strangled cry. "No! You just don't understand! Whenever I have dreams like this it hurts my head and the things in them come true."

"Ginevra Weasley, I told you; I am not going anywhere. Not without your say so."

She looked adorable as she scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Connor tilted her chin upwards to where she looked right at him and did the only thing that felt right. He pressed his lips on hers and kissed her.

7:17 pm End