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Ginny Weasley was furious. This had been a terrible day in a long string of terrible days, getting progressively worse. It was a domino effect of trouble and Ginny had fallen into about every problem possible. There hadn't been anything in particular that had started Ginny's downward slide, bad things had just started happening.

The first notable bad thing had been two weeks before, when she had forgotten to write an entire five page essay in Herbology about the relations and uses of the Dalmogian Fillud, a plant Ginny knew nothing about, even though they had studied it practically all week. Ginny had received a zero for the grade. The next real blow had come a week after, while practicing on the Quidditch field, trying to hone her skills. Her friend Hermione had called to her and she had turned to wave, but a nearby bludger caught up to her, toppling her off her broom. It hadn't been that high of a drop, but Ginny broke both her right arm and elbow, and the bludger had knocked her in the head, leaving her unconscious.

Ginny realized that she was now crying a little as she thought of these terrible things. "Great, now I look like a little weepy baby," Ginny sniffed, and then rubbed her eyes, trying to look sleepy rather than emotionally upset. Then she saw the last possible person that she wanted to see, the last possible person who could humiliate her: Harry Potter.

Harry saw Ginny sitting alone and waved to her. She tried to wave back and hide her tears at the same time. Harry gave a concerned look and walked over to her. "Hey Gin, what's wrong?" he asked as he plopped down next to her on the Gryffindor common room's couch.

"Nothing," Ginny sniffed, wiping her eyes and turning away from him. Harry gave a short laugh. "What exactly is so funny?" she burst out, swerving back towards him. "Do you really think it's funny that someone is upset and is crying? Because if so, I'm right here, laugh away," she cried bitterly.

"I wasn't laughing because you're upset Ginny, I was laughing because you are the most terrible liar on the planet," Harry replied. This however was not on Ginny's list of things she wanted to hear either, and she began to cry harder. "Oh come on Ginny, I was only joking," he tried to comfort her. "Just tell me what's wrong."

Ginny looked up, still angry. "You don't really want to hear me rant about my terrible life, you are only over here because you're just trying to give me sympathy," she retorted.

Harry sighed. "That's not true and you know it Gin. Now tell Dr. Potter what's been bothering you." Ginny grunted in response. "It couldn't hurt, now could it?" he asked.

Ginny nodded. "I suppose not," she mumbled. "Okay, fine, but I warned you first," she pointed her finger in his face. "Well, first of all I'm failing almost all my classes. I can't concentrate on anything and I keep forgetting to do my assignments. Today in potions I wasn't paying attention and I added a couple wrong ingredients and ended up sending a whole bunch of flying goo stuff all over the room. Hiram ended up with bubbling skin and I sent three other students to the hospital wing because of minor burns! Colin has been mocking me about that all day and won't just let it go! I've been feeling sick to my stomach all day long and feel like I'm going to throw up, but Madame Pomfrey said that she can't do anything about it unless she knows more about how I'm feeling. Then of course it's also really hard to do about anything with a broken arm and elbow, but she won't heal that either, she says it will just take a little time to heal. A little time my ass," Ginny spat out. "You probably think I'm just a stupid angry witch right now, don't you?" Ginny said, her head sinking down into her hands.

"Not at all," Harry answered. "Keep going."

"Okay," she said, a little bit surprised. "Well, my social life is about as low as it could possibly go. I have absolutely no friends whatsoever."

"That's not true," Harry interrupted, "and you know it. What about Hermione? What about Colin? Heck, what about me? I'd like to think of us as friends," he said, his voice slightly offended.

Ginny groaned a little. "That's not what I mean. But anyways, I'm like the laughing stock of the entire school. It's all around the school, I'm just a complete klutz and a total loser," she sighed.

"How do you get that idea?" Harry asked slightly confused.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you didn't hear about how I fell down the stairs this morning, knocking over like ten other students." Harry still had a look on confusion on his face. Apparently he hadn't heard about that. Ginny blushed, slightly embarrassed. "What about my exploding Quill during transfiguration?" she asked.

"Ginny, it was just bad luck that you picked up one of your brothers' prank quills, it happens to us all the time. Last week I had one that set Snape on fire in the middle of potions. That was pretty funny though but it lost Gryffindor a hundred points!"

"Okay so maybe that wasn't my fault. But don't tell me you didn't see me fall asleep in my soup at dinner," she commented.

"Ginny, that isn't anything abnormal. I've fallen asleep into my food plenty of times," he assured her. "And about falling down the stairs, you should know that's not a big deal, people do that all the time. And I also don't think that when people see you they think 'Hey there goes the stupid klutzy girl,' in fact I believe that they would think 'Hey, there goes Ginny Weasley, the smart, kind, sweet, considerate girl, even if she is slightly shy'."

Ginny blushed at his compliment. "Well there are other things." she began, but most of the other klutzy things seemed to have suddenly vanished from her mind. "Well," she stuttered out. "Well Harry, why do you always have to make me so happy when I'm so depressed?" she stubbornly asked with an angry tone. "What right do you have to come over here and make all my terrible problems seem insignificant?" she grumbled. Harry laughed again.

"Sometimes it just helps to talk," he shrugged.

"That's the thing, I have no one to talk to," she muttered softly. Harry shot her a look. "Well other than you Harry. But really, it seems like suddenly no one has time for me. My brothers, well Fred and George have never really been much help, Ron is too busy flirting with Hermione and everyone else is off in some foreign country or working in the ministry so I never get to talk to them. Even Colin Creevy doesn't have time to me now that he's gone and fallen in love with some Ravenclaw girl. I hope that he rots in hell."

"Aw Ginny play nice now," Harry laughed.

Ginny sighed despairingly. "I was beginning to think that everyone had forgotten I even existed until you came over. Actually when I saw you I was worried that it was just going to lead to another bad thing if you came over here, but it turns out that this has been the best thing all week. Heck, all month. I'm glad we are friends Harry. Thank you."

Harry smiled, and then stood up. "Any time you need to talk, you know where I am," he said, and then gave her a small hug before heading upstairs.