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Chapter Three
"The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love."
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"Wow, Gin...That's rough. Are you okay?"
All of her friends tried to cheer Ginny up the next morning when she told them what happened. She wasn't feeling much better. She had really liked Harry. Maybe she even loved him. She wasn't sure. 'I don't know what love is,' she thought bitterly, 'And I never will...I'm through."
"What about the gift you bought for him? He didn't take it, did he?" Collin Creevey asked. He and Ginny had become very good friends through the years.
"No...he gave it back," Ginny informed him, "But I threw it away."
"You what?!" Cheralynn Hibbel, a pretty black 4th year, asked, "You spent so much on that! You shouldn't' have thrown it away...You should have kept it for someone special..."
Ginny shook her head. "I'm never going to find 'someone special.'" she informed her friends, "I just...well, no one likes me that way. I'm going to be single forever."
"No you won't, Gin. You'll find someone soon. You know the guys can't resist you."
"Don't tell that to my brother." Ginny said with a giggle.
"Don't tell me what?" Ron asked, taking a seat next to his sister. Hermione sat next to him. Harry, who had come into the Great Hall with them, sat down further down the table, next to Neville.
"Oh nothing, Ronnykins," Cheralynn told him with her famous smile, "How are the two of you this morning?"
"I'm fine, of course..." Hermione answered, "But Ron here is a bit nervous about the match against Slytherin."
"It's the first Quidditch match of the season!" Ron said, "I'm just hoping it will go well!"
"Oh, it'll go fine," Ginny assured her brother, "Don't worry. You've all trained very hard. Just tell Harry that he'd better catch that snitch..."
"He will." Hermione said, "He always does...How are you, by the way? I didn't get the chance to talk to you this morning."
"I'm just fine. I'm over it...almost." Ginny told her.
"I talked to Harry...He feels bad." Ron said.
"You...you talked to him about it? How could you do that, Ron?!" Ginny yelled, hitting him in the arm, "God, I hate you sometimes!"
"Hey!" Ron grabbed onto his arm, "I'm sorry, Gin. He asked me about you!"
"So what? You should have made something up! 'Um, I dunno what you're talkin' about, Harry. Ginny hasn't said anything to me about you.' Something like that!"
"Ginny, he was just trying to help you," Hermione defended her boyfriend, "You know he wouldn't try to embarrass you or anything like that."
Ginny still glared at her brother. "Whatever...Ron, just...just go to the Quidditch field and practice. The team doesn't need you ruining the game for the of the team."
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Authors Note: I know...this was an extremely short, useless chapter. But I just had a lot of food and I'm tired and hyper (weird combo...) and I just can't write. The next will be better. :) I'll work on it now! Peace out home fries! Review while I'm gone.
Chapter Three
"The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love."
***
"Wow, Gin...That's rough. Are you okay?"
All of her friends tried to cheer Ginny up the next morning when she told them what happened. She wasn't feeling much better. She had really liked Harry. Maybe she even loved him. She wasn't sure. 'I don't know what love is,' she thought bitterly, 'And I never will...I'm through."
"What about the gift you bought for him? He didn't take it, did he?" Collin Creevey asked. He and Ginny had become very good friends through the years.
"No...he gave it back," Ginny informed him, "But I threw it away."
"You what?!" Cheralynn Hibbel, a pretty black 4th year, asked, "You spent so much on that! You shouldn't' have thrown it away...You should have kept it for someone special..."
Ginny shook her head. "I'm never going to find 'someone special.'" she informed her friends, "I just...well, no one likes me that way. I'm going to be single forever."
"No you won't, Gin. You'll find someone soon. You know the guys can't resist you."
"Don't tell that to my brother." Ginny said with a giggle.
"Don't tell me what?" Ron asked, taking a seat next to his sister. Hermione sat next to him. Harry, who had come into the Great Hall with them, sat down further down the table, next to Neville.
"Oh nothing, Ronnykins," Cheralynn told him with her famous smile, "How are the two of you this morning?"
"I'm fine, of course..." Hermione answered, "But Ron here is a bit nervous about the match against Slytherin."
"It's the first Quidditch match of the season!" Ron said, "I'm just hoping it will go well!"
"Oh, it'll go fine," Ginny assured her brother, "Don't worry. You've all trained very hard. Just tell Harry that he'd better catch that snitch..."
"He will." Hermione said, "He always does...How are you, by the way? I didn't get the chance to talk to you this morning."
"I'm just fine. I'm over it...almost." Ginny told her.
"I talked to Harry...He feels bad." Ron said.
"You...you talked to him about it? How could you do that, Ron?!" Ginny yelled, hitting him in the arm, "God, I hate you sometimes!"
"Hey!" Ron grabbed onto his arm, "I'm sorry, Gin. He asked me about you!"
"So what? You should have made something up! 'Um, I dunno what you're talkin' about, Harry. Ginny hasn't said anything to me about you.' Something like that!"
"Ginny, he was just trying to help you," Hermione defended her boyfriend, "You know he wouldn't try to embarrass you or anything like that."
Ginny still glared at her brother. "Whatever...Ron, just...just go to the Quidditch field and practice. The team doesn't need you ruining the game for the of the team."
***
Authors Note: I know...this was an extremely short, useless chapter. But I just had a lot of food and I'm tired and hyper (weird combo...) and I just can't write. The next will be better. :) I'll work on it now! Peace out home fries! Review while I'm gone.