She was okay.
Or, at least, she was going to be okay.
Harry sat with his head in his hands, feeling worried and angry. He should have been with her after the game. She would have never gotten hurt if he had.
Snape said she'd be okay. Htat she'd gotten lucky. Had there been more people . . . she would have died.
"Harry?"
Harry stood up as Ginny approached him. She looked guilty and wouldn't look him in the eyes.
When she finally did look, it was only for a second. "I'm sorry," she said.
"You're sorry?" Harry said, glaring at her. "Ginny, she could have died!"
"I didn't know!" she cried. "I didn't know what she was! I just wanted to embarrass her is all, not kill her."
"Why would you even want to do that?"
"Oh, I don't know, Harry. Maybe it's because you said you cared about me. Maybe it's because, right after that you dumped me saying you'd never be with anyone. Maybe it's because right after that, you go for that girl! Maybe it's because I was jealous because I wanted you to want me! But you didn't Hary, you didn't and I hated it!"
Ginny flopped down onto the couch and covered her face with her hands. "I didn't want her to get hurt. I was just hurt and angry. I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt."
Harry sat down next to her and touched her shoulder. She hopped up and ran up the stairs to her dormitory.
Harry watched her go with a mixture of anger and regret, sitting down on the couch again.
So much for a drama free year.
