Well. I hate today. Listening to 'Jar of Hearts' on repeat.
"Draco…"Ginny whispered, laying a hand on his arm. "Draco, wait."
He whipped around. "What?" he snapped, pulling his arm from her grasp. "What do you want, Weaselette?" His cold gray eyes showed no emotion, just two orbs staring at her.
She physically recoiled at the harshness of his words. "I thought…I thought we were friends," she implored, brown eyes desperately searching his. And finding nothing.
"Yes, 'were' is the key word. Ginny, don't you see? After what you did, we can't be friends. It was never to be anyways, a Malfoy and a Weasley. It just doesn't work out."
"What did I do, Draco? I didn't do anything!"
Finally, some emotion in his eyes. A flicker of something, surprise, maybe, flitted across his pale face. "You don't know?" he cried. "You don't know what you did?"
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she hesitantly brushed them away. "No," Ginny said. "I don't."
"I've been ignoring and avoiding you for the past two weeks, and you think nothing happened! Are you mental!" Draco has tightly crossed his arms and was glaring at her with such intensity; any passerby might think that he was trying to burn her up solely with his gaze.
Ginny's face was now streaked with fallen tears. "Draco, you don't understand…I did what I did because…"
"Because what, Ginny? There had better be a damn good explanation for everything."
She tilted her head down, and murmured so quietly that Draco had to lean in to hear, "…because I love you."
Draco snorted. "Well, no shit. You've been following me around for nearly a year. I humored you at first, I mean, you were a pretty nice catch. But seriously, you are so fucking clingy and needy, how could I love you?"
The tears were falling freely now. "So that's it, I guess. Are we still friends?"
"No, Weasely. We're not."
And he spun on his heel and walked away.
Ginny finally knew what heartbreak meant.
Almost identical to what happened to me, not 14 hours ago.