Iceksater's Insights: Hey Y'all!! Here's a little one shot for ya…kinda different from what I usually write, but seeing as about 5 people have asked me to write something like this, I am going to give into them and just go ahead and write it. I own none of anything J.K. Rowling has ever written, for that is her genius and not mine…and I beg for her apologies of making these characters OOC for this particular oneshot. I present to you now:

If only they knew

"God, how many bruises can one simple 'no' leave?" I thought to myself as I looked into my bedroom mirror, dabbing cover-up foundation on yet another bruise I must hide from Mum and my brothers. If they knew what he did to me, they would kill him. But I don't want him killed. I really care about Seamus, I really do...but we haven't been a...we haven't been an us long enough to share real love yet.
"But if Seamus loved you, he wouldn't do this to you," a little voice in the back of my head told me. I couldn't help but listen. Those words were echoing over and over in my head.

"Ginny, dear, are you coming down for breakfast?" I heard Mum call up the stairs.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be right down," I replied, snapping back to reality, covering up the last of the tender bruises, putting on my robes, and heading down the stairs to be with Hermione, Harry, and my family. I tried to forget about all the things I had been hiding from them. They cared about me far too much. I don't want to worry them even more than I already do…they just think I am depressed, but really they don't know the half of it all.

"Ginny, why do you wear all that stuff on your face?" Harry asked. I know he missed me. I miss him. I miss our walks by the lake, being in his arms, knowing I was his and only his, but he is trying to keep me from Voldemort…If only he knew. He would be more disappointed in me than all my family combined.

"Ginny, why are you wearing all that stuff on your face?" he repeated again, unsure if I had heard him. The pleasant chatter amongst my family stopped, everyone froze and turned to look at me. This was the first time Harry had spoken to me in the month he had been staying here at the Burrow this summer.

"Well?" Ron asked, curious for an answer.

"I just have…erm…dark circles under my eyes that I am trying to cover up. I haven't been sleeping too well lately," I answered. Harry looked as though he didn't believe me. I felt as if he were trying to read my mind as I stared into his georgous green eyes. Ashamed, I lowered my head and toyed with the food on my plate. "Mum, you prepared a wonderful meal. I'm rather full though. May I please go upstairs and get ready for my date?" Mum nodded her head, looking concerned and I stood up, and walked up the stairs to my bedroom, where I sat down on my bed, grabbed a pillow, put my head into it, and began to cry. If only he knew how much pain he had caused me. I don't think he knows what he lost by breaking up with me. God, how I love him still! And I can see it in his eyes that he loves me too.

"Why does Voldemort get in the way of everything?!" I screamed into my pillow. I heard the door creak open. I felt someone sit down beside me, and next thing I know, I am in those amazing arms again. I burry my head into his chest, and all the tears I had been trying to stop flowed double into his robes.

"It's going to be okay, Ginny. I'm here," I felt Harry murmer into my hair as his hand slid up and down my spine, trying to soothe me. He had gotten better with crying people since Dumbledore died. "You're gonna be fine," he continued to say.

"Psh! If I'm gonna be fine then Dobby works for Gringotts!" I muttered as I cried.

"If only he knew" I heard that same voice in my head say. "If only they all knew"