As the tears I dreaded fell down her face, I left the great hall. For 2 days, I had held mums hand. For 2 days I had watched George go numb. For 2 days I had waited for ha- him to come, to take me into his arms. Hadn't he said he only broke up with me because he didn't want me to be in more danger? Now that danger was gone and he seemed to be avoiding me. What the hell? I mindlessly drifted to my safe place, a weeping willow by the lake. It made a safe dry spot where no one could see me. It was where I went after my blackouts first year, when he broke it off, when Luna didn't come back. Only one person had ever found me here. Fred. As I thought of him, a fresh set of sobs ripped through my chest. I hated crying. It made my whole face as red as my hair. Fred was more than Georges other half though. When Ron had ignored me, he made sure he and George pulled a prank on him. Bitterness welled up in me. I wanted to spit venom at Voldemort, Bellatrix, everyone who had caused this damn war, even Him. I don't know how long I stared out at the lake, watching the ripples wash over each other. The only sound I heard was the rain. For once a silence that remained uninterrupted. "Gin?" a sudden tentative voice whispered. I jumped a mile high, before breathing a sigh of relief. "Harry." His raven hair was plastered to his head, and his nose had a bead of water dripping off. "mind if- um if I, ya know, sit?" I rolled my eyes and scooted over. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I murmured "why are you here Harry? He cleared his throat, clearly nervous. "I wanted to, apologize, for Fred and- and all you went through. This whole thing is my fault." My temper burst through my controlled wall "Well, if that's ALL you wanted then you can leave now. Harry, I really have no interest in the pity party. So many people have apologized for the death that's not their fault that I'm sick of it. The only person who should apologize is dead." I stood to go, but he gently grabbed m hand, thrills of pleasure, no relief, shocked up my spine. "Ginny, that's no the only reason, I came." I sighed "what Harry, what do you want?" in one graceful movement he stood and pressed our lips together. Once my shock diminished, I put my hands behind his head, tangling m hands in his long hair, holding our faces together. His stubbly cheek rubbed mine and he whispered in my ear, "I want to be with you. Again." The reminder of what had happened over the past few days was like a bucket of cold water. I pulled away, going cold again, "I don't think so. You've waited two days too long. Not right now. I have to go back to school, once they fix it, I have to bury my brother, I have to deal with my best friend dating my other brother, and I don't want to add dating the chosen one, to that list. Trust me though, though it would be much easier if I didn't love you, I still do. I'm just done with you for now. Goodbye, Harry James Potter." And I walked away from the boy I had loved since childhood, to grow up, to deal with all of the losses, and to give him the freedom to do what he needs to do. I left a piece of my bruised and cut heart with him.