This could not be happening! Harry couldn't be mad at me for tonight. These thoughts ran through Ginny's head as she saw Harry approach her with a frustrated and annoyed look on his face. As soon as he got to her, he pulled her up by her forearm. What is up with him? Ginny asked herself. He's never treated me like this. Her look of puzzlement went unanswered all the way to the Gryffindor common room.
When they reached the common room, Harry lead Ginny to the couch they used to always occupy. He dropped her arm when they reached it, allowing her to fall into the couch. Ginny was about to open her mouth and demand to know what the heck was wrong with him when he turned back around to face her, a tortured look covering his features. Her mouth dropped before snapping closed again.
Ginny's hand went up slowly, reaching for Harry's face. Half-way up it began to shake. Ginny's face matched Harry's, and when he saw her face, he forced his back into the calm and composed mask he had kept for Hermione when Ron ditched out. It didn't fool Ginny though.
"Harry James Potter! Don't you dare pull that face on me! I know you better than that!" Ginny's exclamation came out quieter and weaker than she wanted, but it apparently still had the desired affect. His face crumpled once more as she scolded him.
Harry felt himself being pulled onto the couch with Ginny as he tried to gain control over his emotions. He had been so scared when they came out of the room and she was gone. He thought he had lost her, and he was being scolded by her for trying to calm down for her.
"Ginny, I thought I lost you. We came out and you were--gone. You just dissapeared on me. Please, don't do that to me again. Please." Harry's voice broke on the word gone, but he fought through the tears to finish what he had to say.
"I disappeared on you?" Ginny tried to put a calm tone in her question, but it ended up coming out monotone-like. Harry could tell she was trying, and she was right. The trio had just kind of vanished after the wedding.
Harry quietly and brokenly explained what had happened the past year and why they had vanished so suddenly. He explained his decision to break up with her his sixth year, and how in her room it seemed as though none of those reasons mattered anymore. He told her about the forest and his death, then resurrection. Harry began to tell Ginny about all the times he just stared at the map, searching for her. Hoping she was safe. Wishing he could be there to hold her close. Harry began to tell her about every moment they had shared. About the chamber of secrets, each summer at the Burrow, the summer at head quarters. Harry talked about everything, knowing that Ginny needed to know everything. Voldemort was gone, but his followers still remained. Harry knew that Ginny had the right to hear everything he told her. He told her about the Triwizard Tournament's final task, every detail of the graveyard. His own Aunt's realization of the dangers her nephew faced. Harry told it all. And Ginny listened to all that was said.
"Thank you for talking to me, Harry. I'm sorry everything happened the way it did. I'm sorry life is so cruel. And I'm sorry I can't do anything to help. That's the hardest part. Not being able to help the one I love most. Now I understand why you hated it when Ron, Hermione or I ever hurt." Ginny wanted to say more, but couldn't find the right words. She also noticed how tired Harry looked, and pulled him up to the old dormitory.
