"I've got to go to work now, Ginny," she heard her husband say. She didn't look round at him. She was sitting with her forehead pressed against the window.
"Right," she mumbled, her breath fogging up the window. He came over and tucked her hair behind her ear. She didn't even smile. Ginny felt nothing. She heard him leave, closing the door quietly behind him. She saw him walk down the path and to the car. She didn't move. Ginny felt nothing. Last night was when it happened. When Harry Potter betrayed her. And now Ginny felt nothing.
It was just past midnight, and Ginny couldn't sleep. Harry should have been home a few hours ago, and she'd heard nothing. She walked through the empty house, the only sounds were her feet against the cold wooden stairs. She made her way into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and happened to look out the window to the front garden and the road beyond. She saw Harry's car crawl to a stop outside the house. Ginny stared, seeing another figure in the car. A woman. She caught her breath an stepped away from the window, just peering around the edge. She saw both Harry and the woman step out of the car and walk to the front door. They were holding hands. Only when the woman came into the light did Ginny really see who the woman was. The bushy brown hair and the hazel brown eyes told it all: Hermione Granger. Ginny moved quietly into the hall and to the front door. She looked through the peephole in the door and saw Harry and Hermione on the front step. He took her other hand and they kissed fervently. Harry's hands walked down Hermione's back down to her hips; her hands making their way to Harry's shoulders. They stood there, in the cold, October night not saying a word. Just kissing. Ginny's heart broke. Right there, at that moment, Ginny's heart broke. She and Harry had been married for four years. Four years of love towards each other. Then he betrayed her by having a lover behind her back.
Ginny ran upstairs, her feet pounding against the floor. She didn't care. She heard the door squeak, and Harry called to her.
"Ginny? You there? Was that you?"
She refused to answer any of his questions. She crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her head like a small child. Harry came slowly upstairs and opened the door.
"Ginny? Sorry I got home so late. There was some...some important...issues that needed to be sorted out." He waited, undoubtedly waiting for a reply. When it didn't come, he said, "you know what? I think I'll sleep on the sofa tonight." Then he was gone.
Ginny lay in bed for three hours, all the love she'd ever had towards Harry Potter fading into an abyss of nothing. She lay there, feeling nothing. No hurt, no sorrow, no anger. Just nothing.
It was about half three when she crept downstairs again. She was careful to make no noise. She went into the sitting room, and saw Harry on the pull out sofa bed. But she also saw Hermione on the bed next to him. She stood there, feeling nothing. She saw Harry's hand around Hermione's shoulder. She saw Hermione's arm on Harry's chest. She walked silently away. Feeling nothing.
Ginny was still at the window five hours later when she decided to do it. She couldn't see anything through the cold glass pane; her breath fogged it up. She decided to run away. Harry didn't love her any more. He loved Hermione. Ginny slowly walked around the small house, picking up anything of value or importance to her. She filled two boxes with knickknacks, photos, clothes, jewelry and her painting supplies. She dragged the boxes to her small blue car and placed them on the back seats. She then got in the car and drove away. Never to come back again. But Ginny felt nothing.