Chapter 1 - Ginny
"Gin-"
"No!"
"Let me at least-"
"NO!" I screamed. "For the last time, Harry Potter, no, I will not go out with you, talk to you, or even listen to you!"
I flipped my straightened hair as I turned around and stomped up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door just hard enough so he could hear, and threw myself onto my bed and sobbed –
and sobbed
and sobbed.
And when I was done sobbing, I cried –
and cried
and cried.
And when I was done crying, I sniffled.
And then I blew my nose.
What was that bastard thinking? Coming back here, after he 'saves us all' again, after he dumped me!
Well, not technically dumped me.
Okay, he did it 'cause he was trying to protect me, at least according to Hermione and Luna.
But, I don't need protecting! It's not like I'm a little girl any more! I'm bloody sixteen – almost seventeen – on the verge of womanhood! I helped fucking defeat You-Know-Who! I have battled against wizards three times my age – and won!
And anyways, I already get enough of that protecting crap from my family. My brothers, 'cause I'm the youngest, Ron especially. And my mum and dad, 'cause I'm their only daughter.
So I don't need another bloody person protecting me! Let alone Harry, who I at least think would understand.
But no.
He has to be the valiant one, the one who sacrifices himself, not even caring what my feelings are. As Izzie Stevens would say, "WHAT ABOUT ME?"
