A.N. Well! That last chapter was a SUCCESS, let me tell you! It was most definitely my favorite. 9 reviews! Woohoo!! Thanks to all of you! I replied to all of them, I think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own Starla…and that's it.

Chapter 10: Unadulterated Pain

Previously on Summer Confessions: She walked back into the theatre and started her journey towards her seat. She did not like what she found there. Starla was practically on top of Harry, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Ginny just stood there, in the aisle, complete and total shock washing over her. Harry suddenly pushed Starla off him, and looked up at Ginny. She noticed lipstick smudged on his mouth. This sight jerked her into emotion.

"You bastard!"

Ginny's face was slowly turning bright red from fury. How dare he do this to her? She was planning on giving him her innocence, and he goes and snogs another girl? She ran out of the theatre with Harry at her heels, her mind whirling. Strange snaps of images flashed through her. Intimate moments between Harry and Ginny, when he told her he loved her, too, when they first kissed…Ginny stopped abruptly, her emotions catching up with her.

She turned around and looked at him and just started crying. His hair was tousled and his lips were swollen. His eyes, however, were sad and desperate.

Ginny raised her hand to slap him, but just before she hit his cheek, he stopped her hand and held on to it. She unsuccessfully tried to grab it back, but to no avail.

"Why?" She asked weakly.

"Gin, please let me explain," his enchantingly green eyes begged with her. "It wasn't what it looked like!"

"Then what was it like?" She snapped hurtfully. She was still crying silently and she just wanted to run. Run and forget. Run and stop loving the boy in front of her. But she knew that wouldn't work. Running only got you so far.

"She attacked me! She practically mauled me, and I was too shocked to pull away! I didn't know why she suddenly wanted to kiss me! I was just trying to be nice to her because I felt bad for her, and she took it the wrong way, I guess," he said all in a rush.

She wanted to believe him, she really did, but something didn't feel right to her. Something was missing. Then it clicked, "but you were kissing her back! I saw you! Don't lie to me!" She yelled. If she didn't yell and cry and find any other way to get out these emotions she was experiencing, she would certainly burst.

Harry got silent, and Ginny had her answer. It was true…he had kissed Starla back. That made her even more hysterical, and she turned away, snatching her hand back. "Starla can have you. You obviously want her." This hurts me more than it hurts you.

Ginny numbly walked back into the theatre, tears still rolling down her face, and grabbed her purse from her seat, just as the credits were rolling. Hermione and Ron had been lurking out of sight from the two of them, trying to not butt in.

She then walked out of the theatre and saw Harry standing in the same place she had left him. She walked past him without a backwards glance and her heart gave a sharp, painful pang. She started walking back on the sidewalk, back to Hermione's house. It hurt to walk. It hurt to breathe. She couldn't believe he had done that to her. It ached too much to think.

A few minutes into her walk, it started to pour buckets of water; big, fat rain drops pounding on her shoulders and soaking her hair. Perfect. She thought sardonically. The story of my life.

Another few minutes later, Hermione's car pulled up next to her, and she saw Ron roll down his window. "Ginny, get into the car; you're going to get sick."

She turned her head to Ron, and he saw the mascara running down her face, and her hair sticking to her cheeks and forehead. Ron's head whipped toward the backseat and glared daggers at Harry, his look promising pain.

Ginny just kept walking numbly. Ron whispered something to Hermione and she stopped the car, and he got out. He walked on the sidewalk with his sister, a brotherly arm around her shoulder. He gave her a jacket.

"I'm so sorry, Gin," he said.

She nodded but didn't say anything. They arrived at Hermione's house after a few minutes and the car wasn't there. How strange…

"Harry, what the hell were you doing?! What's the matter with you?! You ruined the best relationship you'll probably ever have so you could cop a feel with a big-breasted cow?" Hermione harangued. She had drove to some gas station and was furious with Harry. Starla had run off after Ginny and Harry's argument. A truly cowardly move, if she did say so herself.

"I didn't cop a feel, alright! I panicked! I didn't want to be mean to her so I kissed her back! And I am fully aware of the magnitude of the situation, thank you!" He was near tears. He couldn't think about anything other than how much he'd hurt the love of his life.

"You need to make it up to her," Hermione said quietly. She hated it when Harry yelled.

"I know…But how?" He asked.

"You're gonna have to figure that out for yourself…It'll mean more if you do it alone," She said.

Harry got silent. I'm such an IDIOT! What possessed me to do it? I hate myself for this… He thought, his mind whirring and his heart aching.

Ginny didn't feel curiosity right now. She didn't feel like contemplating why Hermione and Harry weren't home. She didn't even want to be in the same house as Harry, but she would like to sit with Hermione. She was her best friend, after all.

She was lying on her bed, on her side and was crying silently. She felt strangely unreal…like all that had happened was a dream. Well, she wished it was, anyway. Ron came in a few minutes later and sat on the bed with her.

And at that very moment, Ginny suddenly wished she had a sister. She had never before thought about it, and now she just wanted a sister to hold her and tell her it was all going to be OK; someone who had gone through this.

"Ron, what are we going to do?" Hermione whispered. It was 2 AM and they were meeting in the kitchen to try and think of something to do about the Harry/Ginny situation.

"I don't know," He whispered back, "I wanna kill Harry with my bare hands, but I'm pretty sure that's out of the question."

"Yes, it is out of the question.

There was a contemplative silence and then, "Maybe we could somehow make Starla tell Ginny that it was all her and not Harry," Ron said.

"How in the world are we going to do that?" Hermione asked with her brow furrowed.

Ron looked thoughtful for a moment. "I suppose we could use …magic."

Hermione looked doubtful. "But it would surely be illegal. Isn't the use of veritiserum closely monitored by the Ministry?"

"This is important! And veritiserum isn't illegal, per say…just frowned upon. We could do it. And I think we need to." He was practically pleading with her. His sister loved Harry with all her heart and she needed to understand what really happened.

There was silence once more. "Where are we going to get some?" Hermione said finally.

Ron smiled, "That's my girl." She grinned back at him. "Fred and George sell some at the shop. I'll take care of it."

A.N. OK! That's my tenth chapter! I'm so excited. I liked this chapter a lot, but I think the last one was my favorite I've ever written. I thought it flowed a lot better than previous. You see how Hermione's character is starting to become less out of character, and more back into her old self? I'm trying really hard.

I'm sorry this one is so short, though. I didn't mean to. I just thought this was the perfect place to end. I hope you enjoyed it!

R&R!