Harry and Ginny were sitting next to each other under a large oak tree. There was no wind that day, and the sun was shining. Sometimes when Harry and Ginny would come down here it would be just to sit and talk, other times they'd do nothing but cuddle, but today it seemed like Ginny wanted to say something.
She kept looking over at Harry and looking down at the ground. After a few minutes Harry decided to ask what was wrong, when she turned to face him.
"Harry. I need to tell you something." She whispered softly.
"But before I do, I want to let you know, that I really am okay…I mean, overall. Sometimes I still have nightmares, sometimes I still cry for no reason, but I mean…it doesn't hurt the same anymore." She said quickly.
Harry nodded and looked at her. "Okay." He said, unsure on where she was going.
"Harry, listen…" She took a deep breath and shook her head. "Well…what I mean is…see when I was younger…" She stopped and closed her eyes.
"Ginny?" Harry said softly, reaching out for her hand. "Ginny, you don't have to tell me." He whispered. Ginny nodded, but she seemed like she wasn't listening.
"Harry, please listen…please, wait until I'm done." She whispered softly.
"Harry, when I first met Tom, even though he was in a diary, see he treated me different. He treated me like I was special. It felt wrong though, but no one cared about it, I didn't have anyone to help me." She whispered softly. Her voice seemed to drift away.
"He started telling me thing…that I was beautiful, funny, that he would be help me because I was so alone…then it…well it got bad." She whispered. Harry shifted a little, unsure of what direction it was going to turn, although right now no direction seemed like a good direction.
"He started telling me that he was the only person who could ever truly love me, that no one else would, who could deal with my problems. He started telling me about how he'd find me, he knew I was in the castle, he knew where I stayed. He was going to take me away."
"He finally got me alone, and he…" Ginny shook her head.
"I couldn't tell anyone that he had touched me, messed with me. He told me I couldn't, they'd never me anyway. When I came back…when you saved me, it seemed pointless to tell anyone, it would only hurt them and I was afraid he'd be right, that they wouldn't believe me."
Ginny looked over at Harry, Harry seemed unsure how to act, and Ginny bit her lower lip and waited a moment before asking, very softly.
"Do you hate me?"
