Disclaimer: These characters are not something I can call my own. They belong to the wonderful and beloved J.K. Rowling.
Happiness. I look at you and that's what I feel. But I look at him, standing beside you, holding your hand, and I feel angry. You don't deserve how he treats you. I know he does it. I heard the two of you arguing last week in the corridor that you thought was secret. I heard the loud smack of the back of his hand as it met your cheek. I heard him call you the most degrading words. Especially that one word. The one word that stung me more than his slap stung you.
Whore. After all the times he cheated on you, you're the whore.
And the next day he came to me and told me to leave you alone, don't even look at you. I don't understand it.
I help you, be there when you need a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen to your problems, an eye (or two) to appreciate your beauty, and arms to hold you when you need it.
I'll make him regret treating you like that. I promise I will.
Neville looked up from his journal—really a book filled with letters to a girl that would never read them—only to see Harry and Ginny in another of their many arguments.
"What were you doing with him?"
"Homework."
"Don't lie to me, Ginny! He was all over you!"
"He was not!"
"He was."
"He wasn't."
"He was."
"Stop being childish, Harry!"
"I'm not being childish," Harry skulked.
"Yes, you are. We were just working on a Potions essay together!"
"Potions my-"
"Drop it, Harry. We weren't doing anything, okay?"
"Whatever. Just leave me alone, Ginny."
"Fine." Ginny watched Harry storm off to his dormitory before sitting beside Neville. "He's doing it again."
"Why don't you break up with him?" Neville casually but nervously hid away the journal.
"I just can't! you wouldn't understand!"
"Ginny, he hits you, and he accuses you of cheating on him when he really cheats on you!" Neville couldn't stop the words flowing from his mouth.
"He's cheated on me?" Ginny's eyes welled up with tears.
"Oh damn. I forgot that you didn't know about that."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner, Neville? Maybe I would've actually broken up with him then!" Ginny stood up and began swiftly walking to her dormitory. She turned back around to address Neville once more. "Maybe I would've broken up with him and gotten with someone ten times better, Neville." She let these words resound in Neville's ears before continuing on the way to her room.