A/N: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!! School is out!!!! I can finish!!! Eleven days, everybody, eleven days!!!!!!

He he, thanks to everyone who reviewed (Wyrd Sista, kim, Fredrick, liltrick89, Kristen, Nichole, Sache, oO WTH, and Lady Shirubana) or anyone who's still reading, for that matter. Yes, four months later, school is over (I passed geometry : D), and I'm putting up the rest before June 21.

Well, here it is - *drumroll* - chapter ten! "Too Good to Be True?"...ooh. Fitting for this particular chapter, huh?

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Chapter Ten
Too Good to Be True?

For a moment, Ginny just stared at her from the doorway, wondering if it was a good time to inform her about her medical records. Gently, she knocked on the door. It was then that Becky seemed to snap out of her trance, and she looked at Becky. She looked as pale as ever. A good few seconds passed as they just stared at each other, as if seeing each other for the first time.

"Rebecca?" said Ginny softly. "Are you okay?"

Becky looked away, just nodding. "I thought you were in the bleachers today."

Ginny gave a small wince. "Cho," she said, heavily, approaching her bed. At the sound of the name, Becky's eyes widened slightly as she shifted to look out at the field.

"I'm sorry," she murmured softly, not looking away.

"For what?" said Ginny in somewhat of a snort. "You didn't do anything." She shrugged dispiritedly and collapsed on her four-poster, not noticing to the gleam of irony in her friend's eye. After a deep sigh, Ginny continued.

"It was too good to be true, anyway..." She quietly snorted again.

"I guess Colin doesn't seem so bad after all... Enough about me," she said suddenly, turning to look at Becky. "What's up with you?"

Becky seemed confused. "Nothing," she said slowly. "Why?"

Ginny studied her expression for a few moments. "You look sad."

"So do you."

"I am sad."

Becky just averted her glance to the floor, giving no type to response. Ginny didn't move her gaze.

"What did you mean, 'you're running out of time?'"

Becky paused for a moment, seeming almost shocked, but then raised an eyebrow. "I said what?"

Ginny blinked. "When I walked in," she said. "You said you were running out of time. Why?"

Becky shook her head slowly. "I didn't say anything when you came in," she said truthfully.

"Hmm," said Ginny in equal puzzlement. "Maybe it was just me... But anyway, I have some good news. They've found your medical records."

Becky pretended to be surprised. "Did they now?"

"Yeah. They just sort of popped up today from some random drawer."

Giving her a small, awkward smile, Becky got up and retrieved her clothes from her trunk and walked into the bathroom.

Ginny didn't see Harry until a little into breakfast; she figured he was talking with Cho and delayed his meal. Even when he did arrive, she had made sure she was sitting a considerable distance from Ron and Hermione and avoided the eye contact he sought.

After breakfast, she went to Hogsmeade alone, quickly finishing her food and taking one of the first available carriages. The whole way, she pondered what might be wrong with Becky's file or the things she'd be getting for Christmas. Anything that didn't really have to do with Harry.

Soon, she was in Hogsmeade, browsing through Gladrags once again. In addition to the clothing, there was a miniature jewelry section. With a slight shrug, she went over and looked. Quietly, she dreamed to herself, gazing at all the gold, silver, and gems within the glass cabinet. She sighed a sigh that was part wistful, part hopeless.

Then she noticed one piece of jewelry, a subtler item. It was a silver locket, in the shape of a heart. She'd always wanted a locket, especially one of the lockets that played the little tunes. A fine necklace, a picture frame, and a music box all rolled into one. Before, she could never afford them.

Subconsciously, she felt the slight weight of metal in her pocket against her right hip. Ginny cleared her throat.

"Sir," she called to the elderly clerk behind his register. He looked up at her before walking over.

"How may I help you this afternoon, miss?" he said warmly.

"I just wanted to see this locket right here," she requested, pointing to it through the glass. The clerk took out his wand and unlocked the cabinet, removing the locket and placing it on the counter.

"Here you go," he said as he presented the box. Almost cautiously, she lifted the silver heart from the box. Fingering it slightly, she opened it at the crack with her nails. And it was one of the musical lockets, playing a slow, sorrowful tune as she pried it open. She listened intently.

Sounds like my kind of music.

Looking up from the locket, she asked the clerk, "How much is this?"

"Erm...seventeen Galleons, two Sickles," he replied, checking the tag in the cabinet.

Ginny bit her lip slightly. She knew she had enough but not that much. And this wasn't one of these items that she was going to just wear and return; she wanted to keep it.

Well, she thought in compromise, I am returning the dress robes in a couple of days...

She exhaled deeply. "I'll take it."

After she'd obtained her locket and placed it around her neck, she decided to head over to the Three Broomsticks. She was fairly happy and surprised to see that no one she knew was in the pub; if anything, it was pretty empty. Choosing a booth in the back, she plopped down with her plastic shopping bag, empty save for the receipt. She ordered a glass of Butterbeer from Madame Rosemerta, and after she went to retrieve her order, Ginny just leaned back with a heavy sigh, staring blankly at the ceiling and fiddling with the silver resting on collar bone.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the silence of the room, she reopened them just in time to see Ron and Hermione entering. They stared at her, seeming taken aback; she stared back with a somewhat raised eyebrow. Exchanging glances, the couple approached her.

"Hey, Gin," said Ron carefully. Hermione echoed.

"Hi," she replied airily.

"Where'd you get that?" he asked, taking notice of the locket she wore. She brushed it slightly with her index finger.

"Gladrags," she said shortly. There was a short silence where Ron and Hermione surveyed Ginny carefully.

"Are you alright?" asked Hermione with concern. Ginny's brow scrunched.

"I've been hearing that question a lot lately," she said.

"Where's Harry?"

Ginny shrugged, suddenly realizing he wasn't with them or with her. "I was thinking he might be with you or something."

Maybe he's with Cho, she thought in the back of her head, unable to resist the notion. Without her knowing it, a frown settled on her face. There was a long silence until Madame Rosemerta returned with Ginny's Butterbeer. As she was about to pay, Ron, who paid for her, stopped her. Both she and Hermione looked at him curiously; he just shrugged and gave her what she recognized as a look of sympathy. He knew what she was thinking. Fleetingly, she wondered how long this look of sympathy was going to last - before she ran into a beaten and bruised Harry in a deserted corridor.

This was something for which, she realized later, she would've wished.

She stayed with Ron and Hermione for a bit while she finished her complementary Butterbeer. After that, she wondered off alone for a little while longer, browsing Hogsmeade. She thought she'd seen Harry a few times, but the crowd of last-minute shoppers was so large that he would usually blend with them and disappear.

She was there until about five o'clock, when she decided to head back to the castle. Dinner was going to start soon.

And on the way to the common room, in one of the many corridors, she heard a distant giggle and the soft murmur of voices. It actually wasn't too far off; perhaps around the corner. Knowing it wasn't nice to eavesdrop (though she had had a fair dose of it that morning), she tried to pass the neighboring corridor as quietly as possible, attempting not to disturb the couple. She didn't, but she almost immediately gave into her curiosity before she could really pass and looked.

And when she did, she became really still. Her eyes widened; her mouth went dry.

Cho and Harry. Talking and laughing. In a practically deserted corridor.

Ginny watched as Cho said something she couldn't hear - and as Harry seemed to blush in response. More chuckles from Cho.

The pain that had developed in her chest seemed to intensify as if began to rise to her throat. There was a familiar stinging in her eyes. She determinedly withdrew herself from the view to find an alternate route and numbly went to the Gryffindor tower.

Ginny didn't see Cho glance out the window to look at the sky and was already well on her way by the time she turned back around and gasped. "Harry?" she said, perplexed. A slight smirk. "Where'd you go?"

Meanwhile, Ginny sluggishly journeyed through the corridors, unable to feel or pay attention much else than the aching on her ribcage. Cho was putting the moves on Harry. And it looked as though he may have been enjoying it.

The pain worsened. Added on to it was the burning in her eyes. She didn't even seem to mind when the staircase she was on began to move, linking itself onto another corridor. With mild regard, she noticed that it cut her trip nearly in half, the tower being only one more floor up. However, she did seem surprised when she ran into Becky, who was coming back another way - the way Ginny was about to go. She was humming to herself when she paused, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as if to get a better look. Ginny looked at her oddly before ignoring Becky's unusually happy mood.

"Oh, hi, Gin," she greeted with a small smile that quickly faded. Her expression altered into one of concern as she looked at Ginny, who was sure her heartbreak was clearly visible.

"What's wrong?" asked Becky, approaching her quickly.

"You were right," she croaked. "I think he still likes Cho."

Becky's forehead creased. "What happened?"

Ginny only vaguely heard her. She didn't really want to talk about it anyway. So she tried to change the subject. "You're looking jolly today," she said in a somewhat amused voice.

Becky's smile returned. "I just came from the hospital wing," she said brightly. "Daphne's awake."

This certainly got Ginny's attention. The pain in her chest kind of diluted. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, she stared at Becky in astonishment. "You're joking."

Becky's grin widened as she shook her head. "Nope. Her neck's been healed and everything."

Ginny let out sort of a half laugh, smiling. "Does she see you?"

Becky nodded. "I don't think she recognized me, though."

Mildly regarding this, Ginny's next question was delayed. "Do you know when she's getting out, by any chance?"

"No, but it shouldn't be too long... Actually, if I'm correct, her parents are coming in a few days."

Ginny's eyes widened again, this time not so happily. "Why?"

Becky shrugged. "I think they might be taking her home for a little while or something. She did seem a bit shaken up. Other than that, she should be fine."

Ginny gently bit the inside of her cheek nervously. She kind of wondered about Daphne's take on the whole situation. Did she think Ginny had pushed her? If so, was she forgiven? It was, after all, a mistake.

Well, if she does think I did it... she thought to herself as they walked up the last flight of stairs. I guess the least I could do is say I'm sorry.

"Perhaps I'll visit her tomorrow," she stated upon entering the common room. Becky nodded in acknowledgment. But she stilled, her eyes suddenly finding and settling on something on the other side of the room. With a scrunched brow, Ginny followed her gaze.

To see Harry sitting alone at one of the round tables, staring right back.

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