Prompt 51
"You really don't want to open that door."
Ginny walked up the stairs to where Ron and Hermione were standing by Ron's room. Their heads were close as they spoke in hushed tones, Ron's arm wrapped protectively around Hermione's waist as her good hand absently slid along her bandaged arm.
It wasn't until the top step squeaked under her weight that the couple turned toward her.
Ron looked back at the door and then to her.
"You really don't want to open that door."
"Trust me, I do."
"He's not doing well at the moment," Hermione's voice was just a touch sullen, but all of their demeanors had been off in the last few days.
"I know," Ginny moved to the door and put her hand on the handle. She didn't hesitate, turning her back on the couple at the top of the stairs and opening the door.
Harry sat on the floor, back against one of the beds, head thrown back on the mattress. He didn't even turn to look at her, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, unseeing, like they had been when she thought him dead.
Ginny shut that thought out as she shut the door and joined him on the floor. He didn't move, didn't acknowledge her. She picked up his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders.
It was then that he pulled her into him.
"I hate myself."
"No, you hate that for a moment your emotions got the better of you."
"I don't want to yell at anyone."
"I know."
He fell silent again and Ginny pulled his bent up leg into her chest in a hug.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Harry pulled her closer, both arms cinching her to his chest.
"Thank you."