"Ginny, I love you," he said to her. She smiled. "I love you too." He picked her up and kissed her, carrying her out to the common room, as the rain fell hard on the Quidditch pitch.
Oh, Gods, why did he have to grow up so fast? He never hurt a fly, now he's so mean, so hard.
He turned into a monster, pushing her away, then his best friends. He sits in the Great Hall alone, holding his head. He stares down at his food and bangs his fist into the table.
"Ginny?"
"Yes?"
"I'll always love you."
Well, you don't think that now, Harry. Not now at all.
Hermione sees me writing with my finger on the table.
"Ginny?" she asks. I shake my head.
Ron looks at his former best friend and pushes away his plate. Hermione and I look at him. He shrugs. "Not hungry."
Harry is writing furiously on parchment and I watch him and daydream.
"Ginny, come here," Harry said his arms open. She sat in his lap, hugging him back.
"Forever, Harry?" she asked. He nodded.
"Forever,"
"He grew up just a little too fast. Lost and needs, it's on his past.
I can hear him humming from the other side of the room.
Guess he's got rhythm cause he hums every time he's blue"
I stand up and start singing, belting out the lyrics to a Muggle band that Hermione showed me.
Everyone looks at me, except for him. So, to press my point I sing a little louder.
"Radio, bleed me a melody, that'll make this boy cry, oh
Radio, bleed me a melody, that'll make wonder why he was so cold."
I look at Hermione, who's smiling and Ron who's wondering who the hell is singing.
I start walking to Harry's spot.
"Broken glass, and a pretty face. Silent mourn full of hate.
Quiet face. Silent mind. Screaming for consequence.
Bleeding for more!"
I get to the spot opposite him on the table and sit down there, in front of him.
"Radio, bleed me a melody, that'll make this boy cry, oh
Radio, bleed me a melody, that'll make wonder why he was so cold."
I look at him and Hermione sings too. I let her sing this part alone.
"Play him a song that reminds him of a time
When he wasn't tumbling down, down, tumbling down."
Harry looks up at me, then at her. I smile at him and take his hand.
"Radio, bleed me a melody, that'll make this boy cry, oh
Radio, bleed me a melody, that'll make wonder why he was so cold."
"Ginny?" he says, his voice choked, as Hermione keeps singing, "Radio."
"Hey, Harry," I say.
"We've missed you," Ron says and Hermione nods.
"I'm sorry guys, I just… I just…"
I kiss him. "Shut up. I love you."
He sighs. "I love you too Ginny."
I lift up his chin. He smiles and I tackle him and hug tightly.
"You can sing?" Harry asks.
"Oh, shut up!" I say.