Chapter 1- Tears and Glares

Back again. Okay this is a story I have been thinking up for a while and I have actually drafted as well as planned it out in a notebook. I own nothing of Harry Potter as it all belongs to the amazing Joanna Kathleen Rowling. I am sorry for any mistakes and I am making no money from this. Please read and review. Hope you enjoy!

It was another extremely rainy day at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Many storms had been spreading all over the wizarding world and it had finally hit the great, well known, magical school. Although it was dark outside, there was a warm glow coming from the room in which a young red-headed girl sat, in a wooden backed chair, close to the rattling window.

14 year old Ginny Weasley was sitting in the old, dusted library at Hogwarts, harmlessly attempting to focus on her tricky Transfiguration essay that she had been set only one week ago by Professor Minerva McGonagall and it was due in the next day. She was forcing herself to concentrate as she had already had numerous detentions for the many missing homework's she had failed to complete. So far, this deemed almost impossible as her mind wondered far from her work and swirled like the darkened clouds in the murky sky. She seemed to only have one thing, well, one person on her 'loved-up' mind; Harry James Potter.

Ginny had always been fascinated with The-Boy-Who-Lived ever since she could remember, possibly even before. As she had grown older, her fascination turned into 'a young school-girl crush' and later on, turned into a painful obsession. He was like her drug and she was severely addicted, no matter how many times she had tried to pull back and release him. She felt that one of the worst parts was that she was sitting merely meters away from him yet he still failed to notice her. He had someone; Cho Chang.

Harry Potter and Cho Chang had been dating for almost year now. They had gotten together not too long after the tragic death if her boyfriend, Cedric Diggery who had been murdered by Lord Voldemort during the Tri-Wizard tournament although the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge wished not hear nor believe a word of Harry's thrilling, yet chilling tale about the graveyard and Death Eaters. Harry and Cho had found comfort in each other's arms. Naturally, Ginny had not approved and had felt slightly heartbroken.

Ginny looked up from her now half-finished essay and glanced over to where the boy in question was sitting. She saw Cho walk over and sneak up behind him, something she knew Harry hated as it always made him feel nervous, what with him always being under attack from Voldemort. He hadn't told her this but she seemed to somehow tell by the way he acted whenever she saw Cho do it. She saw him become even more nervous as she watched the scene before her unfold. Cho had removed the book from his arms and shut it onto the table. Ginny continued to watch secretly as Cho hopped onto his, now free, lap and hugged him tight, causing Ginny to immediately avert her eyes, making the sky outside look remotely interesting.

As she stared out of the ancient, rain splattered window, many thoughts ran through her mind at once, all containing a raven haired young man and his emerald green eyes that Ginny loved so dearly. As said earlier, she was merely amazed by him and his story from a very early age. When she was much younger, her Father would tell her the same story of The-Boy-Who-Lived every night and she had still never had gotten tired of hearing it. She had always imagined him, one day many years later, to be hers. She had always dreamt of having Harry to see her through the day, to hold her at night and to love her all year around. Obviously, due to his current situation, this was not remotely practical and it hurt her so deeply to watching him with another girl who was, in effect, shattering all of her unspoken, child-hood dreams and fantasies. She continued to carry these thoughts as she absentmindedly peered through the dripping rain, out at the Black Lake while mindlessly twirling a small strand of her silky, auburn hair. The rain fell fast and the thunder crashed like giant, echoing drums. The lightening flashed in a unmistakeable zigzag, momentarily brightening the sky which was a very dark, depressing shade of grey that seemed to match Ginny's saddened mood completely.

Ginny turned once more to where Harry and Cho had sat. She saw that the book Harry had been reading now laid discarded and completely forgotten on the old, varnish-covered, wooden table along with the work he had been pondering on for over an hour. Now, Cho and Harry were indeed kissing, rather passionately – which seemed to be earning them a lot of evil glares from the Librarian- as she still balanced on his lap. Her hands were in his hair while his were on her slim, dainty waist.

Something inside Ginny's mind snapped instantly. Her heart cracked slowly inside her now thundering chest as she continued to watch the snogging couple. Unknown tears burnt like fire as they sprang into her chocolate brown eyes. She slammed down her rather large text book with a hard crash which was as aloud as the thunder coming from outside, causing many people to look slightly surprised as Madam Prince, the Library, shot an annoyed glare at Ginny. With that, she ran from the room with hot tears flooding down her porcelain face like lava spilling over the edge of a volcano.

Little did she know, Harry had noticed her disappearance as well as the banging on the heavy book being hit hard on the table. He had drew back from Cho as he had watched Ginny run out of the Library and into the corridor, making him feel, suddenly, really confused. Cho had also noticed this as well as the look of bewilderment etched across his face which, somehow, this had caused her to become quite possessive as she continued to leave her lipstick all across his lips. All Harry's thoughts and questions about the seemingly distressed Ginny were suddenly forgotten as they faded to the back of his busy mind.

Ginny ran at top speed down the long, deserted corridor while tears still remained running down her freckled features. She was breathing rather heavily by now and she had an increasingly painful stitch in her side. She kept on running until she came up to the fat lady portrait, ignoring all of the shouts from other students she had roughly pushed past and the torturing teasing from Peeves. She muttered the password in record time and clambered quickly through the portrait hole, still violently sobbing and shaking.

There were, thankfully, not many people still in the cosy Gryffindor common room as many were in the Library doing masses of homework or studying for recent exams. Through tear-fogged eyes, Ginny saw that her brother, Ron and her best friend, Hermione were a pair of the only few people left in the scarlet and gold coloured room. They were sitting on the patchy, old couch in front of the flickering, orange fire. Hermione was assisting Ron on his Transfiguration homework which was attempting to turn napkin into sheet of parchment, and by what Ginny had seen; they were having no luck. Ginny glance very quickly at them to see that they were looking straight at her, Hermione's face wore a look of sympathy although Ron seemed to look slightly raged.

"Ginny? What the hell hap-"Ron started to say but it was too late. Before he even had a chance to finished his question, Ginny had already sprinted up the cold, stone steps to her dormitory and slammed the door shut behind her.

Ginny was absolutely relieved to find that the room was, in fact, completely empty as everyone whom she shared a dorm with; she had seen working in the Library. She took out her wand from her tear soaked robes and preformed a quick, strong locking charm. As the door swung on its hinges, closing with a rather loud crash, Ginny raced over to her four-poster bed and threw herself onto it, her face deep in her pillow and the duvet crinkling beneath her limp body. Ginny sobbed into her pillow as she relived the shorty few moments she had spent in the Library, watching Cho with Harry. The tears kept flowing as she realised how stupid she had acted. It wasn't like Harry had ever shown any real interest in her let alone thought of her as anything else than his best friends little sister or a good friend. Ginny continued to cry, even as she heard a slight rapping at the door.

"Ginny, it's me," came the soft, subtle voice of Hermione who was standing on the other side of the dormitory door that Ginny had literally just rushed through, "Please let me in!"

Naturally, at the sound of her best friend's voice, Ginny grabbed her wand and, with a slight, silent swish, opened the door for the pleading girl. Ginny slowly sat up and started to wipe the remainders of her tears as Hermione walked in, locked the door behind her like Ginny had done only moments ago and put a comforting arm around her young best friend.

"It was him again wasn't it?" Hermione didn't really need to ask, she already knew that 'Yes' would be the answer. She felt Ginny give a small nod as she cried even harder into Hermione's now damp shoulder. Hermione just simply patted her back as she let the younger girl cry. This had to stop.

"Ginny, this may sound quite harsh but I think it's about time this stopped," Hermione stated as she drew back to look Ginny straight in the eyes, seeing them full of hurt and sadness, not her usual happiness and joy. "You're just going to have to face it that he loves Cho with all his heart and soul and this is deeply hurting you each time you see them together. It's time to move on."

Ginny nodded once again at Hermione's gentle words as she continued to cry again. Ginny knew Hermione's word were completely true. She had told herself the same thing every time this happened, but each time she was willing to neither believe nor except it. But neither of them stop Hermione from being right. This was hurting Ginny in way unimaginable and she had to stop this painful love obsession with Harry; The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Hermione left not long after for it was already 11 o'clock. Ginny laid in her bed, still alone while the rest of her dorm mates continued their homework in the common room as it was well over curfew. She absentmindedly stared up at the top of her wooden, four-poster bed, remembering her short conversation with Hermione. That night, Ginny cried herself to sleep, remembering the words her Mother had once told her;

'If you truly love something, you have to let it go.'