Chapter 1 : The Aftermath
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A\N: A very short fic I made up. Hope you enjoy, please review!
‘Ginny, listen…’ he said very quietly, as the buzz of conversation grew louder around them and people began to get to their feet. ‘I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.’
She said, with an oddly twisted smile, ‘It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?’
‘It’s been like…like something out of someone else’s life, these last few weeks with you,’ said Harry. ‘But I can’t…we can’t…I’ve got things to do alone now.’
She did not cry, she simply looked at him.
‘Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He’s already used you as bait once, and that was just because you’re my best friend’s sister. Think how much danger you’ll be in if we keep this up. He’ll know, he’ll find out. He’ll try and get to me through you.’
‘What if I don’t care?’ said Ginny fiercely.
‘I care,’ said Harry. ‘How do you think I’d feel if this was your funeral…and it was my fault…’
She looked away from him, over the lake.
‘I never really gave up on you,’ she said. ‘Not really. I always hoped…Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more - myself.’
‘Smart girl, that Hermione,’ said Harry, trying to smile. ‘I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages…months…years maybe….’
‘But you’ve been too busy saving the wizarding world,’ said Ginny, half-laughing. ‘Well…I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that’s why I like you so much.’
Harry could not bear to hear these things, nor did he think his resolution would hold if he remained sitting beside her. Ron, he saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from the end of his own long nose. With a miserable gesture, Harry got up, turned his back on Ginny and on Dumbledore’s tomb and walked around the lake.
I am torn inside. How could he do this to me? How? Why? It just…it just isn’t fair. Doesn’t he think this is going to cause only more pain and misery? What a stupid solution to his problems, breaking up with me. How could he?
I thought he loved me! I really felt as if I meant more to him than…well, this. I didn’t know love was this hard, this complicated. I never knew heartbreak was this difficult. This is such a shock for me. It was always me who broke up with my boyfriend; this is the first time the guy broke up with me, and I never realized how hard it actually is.
Does he really think life will be better and safer for me if he is gone, free from me? I don’t think so. He needs some support. I’m not safe the way it is. He must be feeling the same pain as I am. If he cared about me, he would for sure.
What am I going to do without him? I don’t think I could survive with him never by my side, comforting me, wiping my tears. He was my everything; he still is my everything, always has and always will. It was ever since he saved me in the Chamber. I will never forget that. Oh, brave he can be, and how stupid he can be too.
You know, no other guy has meant this much to me, excluding my brothers. I always love my brothers, or not, it always depends.
Harry is the guy I love. I feel as if I have been in love with him forever, I think I could see ourselves since I first saw him on that platform.
I deeply felt for him. Maybe it was just a pathetic little crush, maybe it still is. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know anything. I thought Harry loved me back…right. See how much I know?
I’ll just have to move on; it is the best way out of this, just forget about him and go find a new boyfriend. There has to be someone somewhere who is better than Harry.
Harry and I weren’t the perfect match. It just didn’t work out, it happens to every couple. Well, it will pass sooner or later.
I’m strong enough to let go. He isn’t important to me anymore, really, he isn’t.
“Ginny?” Hermione said from behind me.
“Gin, are you alright?” my brother, Ron, asked me.
“Can I speak to Hermione?” I questioned, as I looked Hermione in the eye.
“Sure,” said Hermione. “What’s wrong?”
“Alone please?” I said now looking at Ron.
“Fine, I’ll leave,” Ron said, and walked off.
“Ginny, what’s the matter?” Hermione asked me, concerned.
“Harry dumped me, Hermione, just now,” I said the tears coming back at the memory of it.
“What? No…Harry wouldn’t,” Hermione hastily said.
“Well, he did, there’s no denying it,” I told Hermione as she still looked back at me in disbelief.
“How? What did he say?” Hermione questioned me.
“He said he couldn’t be with me because he had to keep me safe or something,” I said.
“I’m terribly sorry, Ginny,” Hermione sympathetically comforted me.
“Oh Hermione, don’t be, it isn’t your fault. It’s mine, all my fault,” I said. “I should not have fallen for him. How stupid am I? Like famous, Harry Potter would ever glance twice at me, poor Ginny Weasley.”
“Ginny, he loves you, I know he does,” Hermione stated.
“Right…how do know? You don’t,” I told her stubbornly.
“I look at the signs, and if you haven’t figured it out by now, Harry just happens to be one of my best friends,” she told me.
“Your point?” I said back.
“My point is, he’s told me he loves you,” she told me.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. He loves me so much, he broke up with me! Good thinking, Hermione. I know you’re supposed to be the smartest witch and everything but…”
“You know him, Ginny! He’s stubborn! He thinks this is the best solution there is! He thinks he’s saving you…he’s just slowly killing you emotionally.”
“Killing me, you got that right. I’ll get over him though, Hermione,” I said.
“No you won’t. You just have to talk to him, set him straight. No one better than you can,” Hermione commanded of me.
“I can’t. It’s just too awkward, Hermione. I just can’t.”
“Ginny, do you love Harry?” Hermione asked me suddenly.
“No,” I replied, avoiding eye contact.
“Ginny…” Hermione started in warning.
“I don’t! It was just a stupid teenage crush. There was no point to it, just all fun,” I informed Hermione.
“Ginny, stop lying to me, and yourself for a matter for a matter of fact,” Hermione said.
“I..I..I love him! I love Harry Potter, with my whole heart. Happy?” I asked.
“Yes, so you know what you have to do?” Hermione questioned me.
“Um, never talk to him again?” Ginny asked with a bit of hope found within her voice.
“Come on…be serious, Ginny,” she said.
“I was serious!” I yelled with a smile.
“And…” Hermione said.
“I’ll talk to him when I’m ready,” I told her.
“Which will be when?” Hermione asked of me.
“Not sure, when I’m ready,” I responded to her question.
“Oh, I have know Harry since I was eleven. By now, I know him and his feelings better than anyone. I know him too well,” Hermione said.
“So?” I said.
“So, he loves you, trust me on this one,” Hermione said.
“Whatever you say, Hermione,” I told her.
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