Inspired by Talking To The Moon by Bruno Mars, enjoy.

Where could he be? All Ginny could do was hope he knows she thinks about him, every day. Ginny Weasley sat curled up by her window in her dormitory, thinking about Harry. She sat and talked to the moon in hopes she could somehow get to him.

Ginny missed him. She missed his smell, his dark hair, his eyes, being with him, and the feel of his lips on hers. All she wanted was to know that he was okay, and safe. Ginny glanced at her watch, eleven o'clock, and time to go. Ginny jumped up and walked towards the door, and then she turned back to the moon. "This one is for you Harry," Ginny said quietly. She was going downstairs to meet Neville, and then they would find Luna. Together they would do something mental, completely insane, but Hogwarts is not really Hogwarts anymore. It's more like a prison. Yes, she was going to try to steal the sword of Godric Gryffindor. For Harry.