"All I had known is a severe loneliness, like a biting cold winter wind, nipping at my mind, nagging at my consciousness. I was just too different to be loved."

"And you too! You said you would marry me, and you were lying to me! With my BEST FRIEND! This-"

"GINNY!" Harry bellowed. Everything went silent. I could see Hermione and Ron emerging through the crowd. They had heard everything... and Ron looked absolutely livid. "Gin, nothing happened!"

"Maybe the facade of innocence was the perfect mask to get away with that sort of thing... maybe I was just dreaming of they way I wanted him to be... When did I dream of him anyway? At that point, though, I knew one thing: Never trust Harry Potter."

"I had never thought that a simple kiss could really turn my life in such a way. It was soft and sweet, marvelous, really, and I really wanted another, but somehow, after seeing the look on Harry's face, I felt like crying. How could I have ruined a friendship like that? It was a simple kiss, yes, but why would Harry be so upset over it?"

"I can't imagine what, I never talk to the old bat," I complained, placing a hand on my hip as I stopped to think. I hadn't forgotten to turn in the essay on star alignment, nor the one on the phases of the moon. I hadn't been sleeping lately in that class either, despite the late hours. I hadn't written anything particularly unflattering recently, either, or lost a note someone wrote to me about her. I could not think of any reason to be called to her office at all. "I haven't even put stink sap on any of the lens lately!"

"Those are my parents... about a month before Voldemort," I shivered from his warm breath tickling my neck, completely forgetting to fear the name, "you know... killed them. That's me, 'course, and there, in the back?" he pointed to a small cottage with a garden overflowing with brilliant fall blooms. I smiled. "Yeah, that's my house..."