Author's Note: Hey all, this is the next part in my Harry/Ginny A. L. songfic series!! So I hope you like it, and review please...cuz that really brightens my day. 'Cold' belongs to Annie Lennox. Oh, and cliffhanger warning...;) Thanks... Come to me Do and be done with me (Cold cold cold) Don't I exist for you Don't I still live for you (Cold cold cold) Everything I possess Given with tenderness Wrapped in a ribbon of glass Time it may take us but God only knows How I've paid for those things in the past Ginny took a deep breath, and, shaking and trembling, left the bathroom and looked around. Doors were opening, and students were flowing out of the classrooms like soda out of a shaken bottle. She searched the crowd for Harry, but couldn't find him, and she wondered which class the fourth years had just gotten out of. Sighing, she figured it had better wait for study break, and hurried off to Herbology, trying to control her spinning thoughts, wondering what she would do, what she would say, what she would think if he refused her..but no, she couldn't let that possibility frighten her. She had to tell him. Dying is easy it's living that scares me to death I could be so content hearing the sound of your breath Cold is the color of crystal the snowlight That falls from the heavenly skies Catch me and let me dive under For I want to swim in the pools of your eyes Ginny looked around the common room, letting her eyes rest on the portrait hole. She couldn't concentrate. Soon he'd be climbing through that window. Soon she'd be telling him everything. Soon he'd be - no. No. No no no no, she couldn't think that. It wasn't possible. She'd tell him, and she'd wait to hear what he said. He'd understand. He'd realize. He'd know now...he was Harry Potter, after all. He was friendly, and handsome, and courageous, and delightfully mischievious... Her eyes never moved from the door, but her heart nearly stopped when she saw him walk through. "Now..." she whispered sharply to herself. "Now's your chance, Ginny, go..." She got up, slowly. Harry saw her trembling hands and for a moment, their eyes locked. She looked into his green eyes, feeling like she was inside him, feeling like his eyes and her eyes were the only things in the universe...she felt like nothing mattered...she had to tell him. She took a step forward, and he moved over to her. I want to be with you baby Slip me inside of your heart Don't I belong to you baby Don't you know that nothing can tear us apart Come on now come on now come on now "Harry, I have to tell you something. Now." "Ginny, I'm listening. What is it? What's wrong?" "I've been trying to tell you this since...since forever..." "What?" "I love you, Harry. Wait - it isn't a little-girl crush, like you all think it is. I haven't ever told anyone this before in my life. Harry, please tell me honestly, do you like me? Or is it Cho, or Hermione? I need to know...I just want to know what to do, how to live, because I know this isn't how anyone thinks it is. It's not like anything I've ever felt before." Ginny took another deep breath....her insides were shaking...her mind was screaming....her eyes were locked. Into those beautiful green ones. Telling you that I loved you from the start... But the more I want you the less I get Ain't that the way things are... Harry took a deep breath too. His stomach was churning...he was so nervous...he didn't know what to say. He'd always sort of known that Ginny liked him, but he never imagined...this. Hermione was just his friend, he couldn't imagine ever going out with her; and Cho...well, Cho was becoming his friend, too, but he didn't even know her...he'd only played her in a few Quidditch matches; but Ginny...had he ever liked her? He searched his mind, thinking, wanting to make her happy, wanting to make himself happy, wanted to end this awkward tension between them... Winter has frozen us Let love take hold of us (Cold cold cold) Now we are shivering Blue ice is glittering (Cold cold cold) Ginny waited anxiously, watching as he lowered his head and forced herself to turn away. She could hear herself breathing, feel her hands getting cold from touching the hard stone wall as she waited. She had to know... Cold is the color of crystal the snowlight That falls from the heavenly skies Catch me and let me dive under For I want to swim in the pools of your eyes