Ginny Weasly sat curled in a ball on the gold and maroon couch diagonally across from the Gryffindor fire. Her eyes were red but no longer puffy, from the intense crying she had been doing earlier. She was just wishing she had never laid eyes on Harry Potter, when lo and behold Harry himself crawled through the portrait and into the Gryffindor common room. His emerald eyes scanned the room, searching for something. As soon as they fell on Ginny, Harry began to stroll over. She hastily wiped her eyes again, putting on the brave-nothing-can-ever-hurt-me face she always wore when she spoke him.
"Ginny" Harry began, looking guilty. "We need to talk."
She frowned at her former boyfriend, not really wanting to relive their breakup scene from that morning. "Harry, I think you said everything you needed to this morning." She replied roughly. He sighed and looked into her enormous amber eyes, distressed, knowing that he had caused the look of deep grief that was now written all across them. "Ginny, I'm sorry. So, so, sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. This is to protect you! Ginny, I still care for you so much, that's why I'm doing this. I need to protect you because otherwise--"
"Voldamort is going to use my connection to you as an advantage" she finished his sentence dully.
"Yes! And he might, and probably will--"
"Capture me and torture me" she said cutting him off again.
Harry hung his head. "Ginny don't you see? Don't you understand?"
"Yea, I do. I still think we can beat this and would be stronger together. But clearly my opinions have little impact on your decisions." She said icily. This was turning out exactly like their breakup scene and Ginny couldn't bear to go through it again.
"Ginny, please." He pleaded. "I..I love you." He knew her cold eyes would melt; the gold flicks would return and dance happily. Her face would break out in the smile he loved so much and she would hug him and promise everything would turn out ok. She would kiss him and wish him luck on his journey. But to his complete and utter disbelief she had the exact opposite reaction. Her face cracked in pain. How could he love her, love her as he claimed, and still be able to turn her away? To say he loved her, then leave her? Tears threatened to spill over, and her tough exterior layer would be ruined.
"I can't deal with this Harry. I can't do this." She said sobbed. Her heart was tugging in a million different directions and for the first time in her life, Ginny Weasly couldn't decide what to do. "Goodbye Harry." She spun on her heal and exited the room.
"Ginny wait!" he cried after her, but she was already half way up the stairs to her room. He tried to follow but the stairs meshed together creating a large slide. Harry fell to the floor, then stood and dusted himself off. He would get back together with Ginny. He had too. It was part of the plan. Sighing heavily he decided to complete his mission, then when it was all over, to come and win Ginny back.