A/N: Gasp! A drabble! This isn't my usual fandom. But I miss good old lightening scar. And I love Ginny. Up to book 5. Inspired by In Secret by Rasielle. Check it out! And Epik High – Umbrella.
You were my Umbrella
Fifth year was OWL year.
Hermione hadn't stopped saying that since the first night back in the common room and she had nodded, all too aware that it would be repeated over and over. Not that she was surrounded by the Golden Trio all the time. She had her own friends now, a boyfriend too. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't the same.
All around were whispers of Death Eaters, muggle-baitings and Voldemort. The word, his name no longer held the same horror it once had for her. She had seen past the veil, almost how Harry had lost his shine.
The conversation with Hermione in her second year had been carefully, cleverly done. She had taken Hermione's advice to relax herself and let others in. The genius of Gryffindor had no idea that for once her assumption was wrong. She didn't bother to correct her.
Michael had been last year and Zacharias had hinted often enough. But she wasn't bothered, not like Rose Zeller who gave her flinty glares when the Hufflepuff loudmouth walked up to her in the library or on the way to lessons. She didn't care, she had seen worse.
Even in the Department of Mysteries the summer before she hadn't been scared. Nervous yes, but she wasn't afraid. Adrenalin didn't cover it either. Expectant held a nice ring but she knew when she was slipping away from what was true, what was right.
And that brought her back to Harry.
Dean was starting to get on her nerves, treating her as if she was an incapable first year. How many times she wondered if he remembered what had happened to her. If he ever gave it a passing thought. A thin smile crept across her lips. Maybe it was only she who remembered. Even Ron, with all his idiotic behaviour towards Hermione and Lavender seemed to have forgotten.
She wasn't looking for attention though. She had it often enough, leers and stupid comments from older and younger boys who thought they could elicit a response. They barely left a mark on her. Even Dean, who behaved like a such a gentleman had the same idea. It would be time to move on soon.
Then the night came where she caught an emerald gaze staring at her. Dean sat beside her and threw a heavy arm round her shoulder and smiled, kissing her cheek and continuing whatever conversation with Seamus. But she could feel the green eyes on her, shifting to Dean and back. Turning towards him and smiling before looking back at her plate she realized just where she had gone wrong.
Even after many glances in her direction and whispered comments with Hermione, she knew Harry was no longer what she wanted. She felt nothing. He hadn't been there before and how could he after? With what was to come?
So she sat on her bed, the curtains pulled tightly shut, keeping out everything but the rain and stared. Stared at the blank page of a brand new diary. And she waited.
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Sina xx