I do not own Harry Potter, yet again.
GPOV
As we said goodbye to Hermione we went to go find Mum. When we found her, she scanned us with her hawk like eyes. "You're too thin, come and hug me." She enveloped them in a tight hug. "Let's get you home, your brothers and father is excited to see you." They left through the floo and arrived back at the burrow.
"Mum, if you'll excuse me I'm not feeling well. I'll be down when dinner is ready." I spoke softly before running up the stairs to my room, my solitude. A picture of Hermione and I sat on the bedside table. Her hugging me close and sticking her tongue out every few seconds.
"Hey Ginny, you okay?" Fred, my favorite brother knocked at the door.
"I'm okay, come in if you want." I sat down on the edge of the bed still holding the frame close to my chest. He slipped inside and sat next to me, a protective arm around my shoulders.
"Harry said you've been acting strange. Want to talk about it little sis?" I sighed, looking down at the frame and running a finger softly over Hermione's face. "How's Hermy? She not visiting us this summer?" I shook my head no, "She is with family, told me I could visit whenever I wanted."
He nodded pulling her into a tight hug, "Everything will work out little sis. Just have to let Harry go easily. Let's go downstairs; I'm sure dinner is almost ready." We stood up and I rubbed my eyes. "But Gin, wait a little before going to see Mione... don't want a jealous boyfriend." I followed him downstairs and to a giant family dinner. It passed by quickly; I kept to myself and looked down at my plate. Harry kept trying to get my attention and I told him I still didn't feel well.
After dinner I said goodnight to everyone, Harry caught me before I went upstairs. "Night Ginny, I love you."
"N-night." I stuttered out, turning around and running back up to my room. The picture frame was still sitting on my bed; I looked back at her face. She is the description of beauty. What if... I could convince Harry to break up with me? Or do I tell him that I'm interesting in Hermione. I am in love with Hermione Granger, the bookworm, and she barely even knows I exist. I cuddled under the blankets and fell asleep holding the picture frame close to my chest.
The next morning Ron was banging at my door asking if I wanted to play at the quidditch pitch. I groaned and pushed the blankets away. Sitting up and wiping the sleep out of my eyes I went and got dressed. Harry kept staring at me from across the breakfast table. After breakfast I went and got my broom, stepping on it easily I flew to the top of the pitch. Enjoying the slight breeze flow through my hair. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the complete silence, well, for as long as it lasted. Harry joined me at my side.
"Why haven't you talked to me?" He nudged me with his elbow.
"I'm… thinking about things Harry."
"Like us?" I nodded, looking back to the forest. Wishing I could just go hide there.
"Yea… It's just… I don't have romantic feelings for you anymore Harry." He nodded sadly and flew back to the bottom, effortlessly stepping off of his broom. I imagine that he left; I just kept sitting on my broom, wishing Hermione was here.
"Ginerva Molly Weasley... get your ass inside before I hunt you with a broom!" Mum must have heard that Harry left and maybe what I had said to him. I flew down and left my broom rested against the side of the house.
"What did you say to that poor boy?!"She was starting to get red in the face; she really did love Harry more than her own children.
"I broke up with him Mum."
"And why is that." I took a deep breath.
"I'm gay mum." I said softly, by the look on her face, I know she heard me.
"Get the fuck out of my house." She looked so disappointed. I walked over to the fireplace and yelled Hermione's address.
