They think we're blind.

They think we're oblivious.

They think we don't know what goes on after hours in my brother's room.

We didn't need to hear the groans and gasps,

the groans and growls to figure everything out.

What did you expect, anyway?

I have a keen eye for people's emotions, and she is probably the smartest girl in our world.

Oh, Boys.

Of course we'll notice.

One of the Sunny Days

I hate you.

'I hate you,'

I repeat in my head.

I hate you for betraying me.

I hate you for taking him away from me.

But more than that, I hate You for lying to me.

I hate You for whispering love in my ear when it's not even me you look at.

I hate You for making me feel this way.

I hate you for making hate myself for my cruel and selfish feelings, desperate to make you mine.

I hate it that I love You.

I snap back to reality from all my thoughts, and raised my eyes from the broomstick that to shines too much from being polished more than required.

The sun is shining warmly, and I see no clouds in the sky except for the big one that is shaped liked a whale.

I blink repeatedly to keep the sunlight out of my eyes.

Too bright.

I say in my head.

I look up at the whale in sky again, to see that the shape has changed because of the lightly breezing wind.

The whale is nothing but an ugly blob of white paint now.

Something snaps.

I don't know if it was the inside or the outside of me.

Without second thoughts, I stand up abruptly, dropping all the equipments that were on my lap to the green grass.

The glistening broomstick lies there too, lifelessly.

What are you doing?

I ignore the small voice in my head and call out to the window above my head.

"Harry!!"

To the window of my brother's,

Ron's room.

I don't want to do this.

'I know',

I reply to the voice inside me.

But I don't know how long I can stay out here sane, Ginny Weasley.

There must be another way.

No there isn't, and you know it.

Everything will collapse some time, anyway.

I'm sorry, Hermione, for being self-centered, for dropping out and quitting without any notice.

I know we've told each other that we'll face it together.

But before I lose myself.

Somehow I can feel it.

It's now or never.

"I need to talk to you!"