Anniversary

Ginny became closed off and won't talk to anyone. Only one person can make her open up. Ginny is 17 and Harry and them are 18

Ginny POV

I sat staring at the wall unblinking. I felt eyes watching me, observing my every move. I knew who it was. Mum, dad, Ron, Hermione, George, and Harry. I finally got annoyed and spun around.

"Why are you all staring at me? Go away! I want to be alone!" I snapped at them and I stood up and huffed into my room. My eyes stung. No, I will not cry. Crying is a sign of weakness. I am not weak. My throat felt raw from unshed tears. I pulled out my wand and waved it. A cup of tea appeared on my nightstand. I sipped on it and stared at the wall. Nobody remembered what day it was. It's hard to remember but I remembered vividly.

Harry's POV

"Go talk to her!" everybody all but screamed at me. They all wanted me to go talk to Ginny.

"Why me?" I inquired. Everybody looked at me like I was crazy.

"Because" Ron said "Ginny only listens to you anymore. You have an influence on her." My cheeks slightly flushed. I can defeat a dark lord, but I can't go and comfort the girl I am positive I'm in love with. Lovely.

I sighed and turned and trudged up the stairs. When Ginny was never like this. I wonder what happened to her.

Ginny POV

I heard a soft knock on the door. I glared at it as I said "Go away." It sounded a bit harsh. But the knocker just decided he wouldn't listen and walked into my room. Harry. Who else would it be?

He wrapped his arms around me and I reluctantly wrapped mine around his waist. "What's wrong?" he murmured into my hair. I pulled away and sat on the bed.

"Nothing is wrong." I lied. He didn't buy it for a moment. He gave me a look that said Don't-you-dare-lie-to-me.

I sighed. "Nobody remembers what day it is." I whispered. He looked at me.

"I know it is not your birthday, so what is it." He asked. Tears filled my eyes again.

"It's the day, the day when F-Fred died." And I started sobbing. I missed him so much it was a lot quieter now that he is gone. He and I we were close. Not as close as he and George but still close. And it hurt so much when he died.

Harry didn't say a word; he only wrapped his arms around me. He just sat there rubbing my back soothingly and letting me soak his shirt. After a while I ran out of tears and started hiccupping.

"Feel better?" I nodded and gave him a shaky smile. He returned the smile instinctively.

I gave him a quick peck before grabbing his hand and heading back downstairs. It turned out to be okay after all.

Okay I bet this was really crappy so sorry just tell me if you hated it or liked it.