Hey guys. Sorry for the wait. Here is part 2.

A couple hours later. They both met each other in the hall.

"Ginny you know how this story goes don't you?" Harry asked her locking his eyes with hers.

"Yes I do." Ginny replied, breaking the eye contact and instead turning the soul focus of her gaze down on the marble flooring.

"Ginny. Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry Ginny, I don't mean it like you know... I don't like you or nothing." He instantly regretted saying it. When he did though, something tore at his heart. He only said it to convince himself that he wasn't.

"It's fine Harry. I know you don't." Ginny said not moving her eyes from the floor. Harry detected the hurt laced in her voice. She started to walk away from him. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. She looked up at him confused.

"Gin..." He bought his hand to her face and brushed away the hair from her face, Ginny's cheeks redenned and his thumb gently stroked over it. Sending heat coursing through his thumb, and warming his whole hand. He let out a small laugh. "I haven't seen you blush in a while."

She smiles and once again looks down at the ground. He bring ships fingers down from her cheek to her chin and lifts her face up, bringing her gaze to meet his. As they both stand there, their eyes telling each everything, making the wall between them crumble to rubble. Ginny let's out a small laugh, but still maintains the eye contact.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Your fur is tickling my chin." He had forgotten all about having fur and being a beast. He quickly removes his hand.

"Sorry."

Ginny grabs his hand and places it back on her chin.

"It's fine."

Harry takes his hand away again like it burns him. Leaving a hurt expression on Ginny's face.

"How can you look at me like that? When I look like this?"

"Harry you look different sure, but it hasn't changed you has it? No it hasn't."

There was a pause before Harry spoke again.

"How are we going to get out of here Ginny?"

"I don't know. I mean with the other story the ending was different."

"Maybe... No I don't think that would work."

"We'll decide what to do in the morning. It's getting late night Harry."

"Night."

It was around 11am when Ginny woke the next morning. She hated mornings. She groggily made her her way towards the bathroom. When an enormous shadow filled the doorway.

"Hi Harry." She said.

"Ginny I hate to bother you. But... did you sort of notice how when I asked you to marry me nothing happened." Harry said hesitantly.

"Yeah. But I thought we said last night that it was a different ending."

"Yeah it could be but what if it's the same."

"We're just going to have to wait and see then aren't we."

One week later.

"Hey Gin. A message came through to you, Mr Weasley's sick."

"Oh. Harry I believe utter go to him."

"Here so it's like in the story." And Harry gave to her a gleaming ring. "I would explain how it works but you probably already know. See ya in a couple of days." The ring he gave her was no ordinary ring for it was a ring that would transport her to her family and when she was ready transport her back to the palace.

She left soon after she said her goodbyes. When she arrived at the small cottage, she was greeted by her sisters. Who took her inside immediately to go see there Father. Arthur was getting much and much more better as the days went by. But then one day Ginny had an awful (well quite funny) dream. Harry was getting beat up by a tree.

That morning she went to her Father and bid her goodbyes. He pleaded for her to stay, but she promised she'd be back soon. With that she touched the ring, and was instantly surrounded by the castle walls. She ran out of the room and into the garden. Were a bedraggled Harry sat underneath a tree. There were cuts and bruises all over his face.

However when she come into close range of him. The tree started attacking her. She leaped over the one that sweeper across the floor. But doing so she was knocked down to the floor by another swinging branch. This was indeed the whomping willow.

But why had it stopped attacking Harry? Ginny had no other explanation other than the tree was protecting him from her. Branches swooped high and low. Hitting Ginny every so often, leaving red marks across her bare arms. It took her what felt like centuries to reach Harry. Blood gushed out of her knee. When she finally reached him she immediately grabbed his hand, and sat next to him.

"Harry... Harry please wake up." She checked to see if there was a pulse. He was breathing fine. She had no water to pour on him. She fanned her hands over his face but it didn't work. So she thought to herself she might as well give it a try, so she bought her hand up and slapped him across the face. This woke him up with a start.

"What the hell was that for?"

"Sorry you wouldn't get up. I didn't have any water to dump on you."

"I'm having revenge for that. But I won't hit you, because I am a gentleman."

"Yeah sure you are." They both looked at each other and laughed.

That's when they were being transported into another story. Here we go again, Ginny thought.

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