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Chapter 27

Ginny wasn't used to the hard floor on her back so it was difficult for her to fall asleep. All the thoughts running through her head seemed to have made a difference as well. She looked at her watch and realized it was midnight, but she hadn't gone to sleep yet. She wasn't sure if Hermione was having the same problem.

"Hermione, are you awake?" she asked, but there was no answer. "Of course you're not. You stole my big comfy bed!" Hermione rolled over and Ginny feared that she might have woken up and heard her, but Hermione let out a snore and appeared to still be in slumber. Ginny sighed in relief. She wasn't as shaken up as she was the moment Ron confronted her, but she still couldn't let go of what happened. Damage was done, and she had to do something to fix it.

"I hope Harry doesn't hate me," she said aloud, but then the notion finally got to her head. She thought, what if he does? She then sat straight up. There was no way she could possibly go to sleep at that moment. He did look upset when she saw him in Ron's room, but she didn't think much of it for some reason--possibly because she was so angry with Ron.

Ginny left the room to get some water to drink. "He'll get over it. Won't he?" she said to herself as she made it to the glasses cabinet in the kitchen. It was pitch dark in there except a very small candle was lit at the end of the room--which projected very minimal light. She heard a noise, and there was no doubt that someone else was accompanying her. "Who's that? Who's there?" she demanded, though she hoped it was Mrs. Weasley to comfort her. Not that she would tell her mum what was happening, but maybe being advised to not be up so late would help her fall asleep.

No one answered Ginny's question, but she could tell who the person was once his face was lit under the small amount of light in the room. Harry was staring back at her while she closed the cabinet. "Oh, hi, Harry. You couldn't sleep either?" she asked with a slight amount of uneasiness in her voice. He didn't say anything as he opened another cabinet to rummage through snacks. "Um, what's the matter?"

"Wow, what a question!" he finally said. "What's the matter?" he echoed. "You can't just think that you can wait a couple hours before everything is okay between us again."

That really hit her hard. "I'm-I'm sorry," she faintly replied. There wasn't much more for her to say to defend herself. It wasn't like having a contest with Ron over who's right and who's wrong. Harry's opinion mattered to her much more.

Harry gave a infuriated sigh as he didn't find anything he wanted in the cabinet of food. He began to face Ginny again. "Ginny! It's going to take a lot more than saying your sorry!" He slammed the cabinet door which made a loud echo through-out the kitchen.

"I'm sorry!" she said again, only with more emphasis. She then started to defend her case as a tear went down her apple-red cheek. "I-I didn't think it would end up like this! I didn't mean to make you upset!"

"Then what did you do it? Do you not understand how important privacy can be to a person?!" he exclaimed. His facial expression under the candle light made him look very tense and agitated as well as hurt and betrayed.

"I did it because I wanted to see you!" she exclaimed and wailed. The words just came out of her mouth without thinking, and she knew there would have to loads of further explanation, but she didn't want to give everything away. "There was no other way!"

Harry's expression cascaded from his face, but he still remained as stern. "I'm not sure where you're going at, but tell it to me when you've grown up."

"Harry!" she wept softly, but he left the kitchen area without responding. As she was worried about what Harry was thinking about what she did, she didn't think it would result with him scowling at her. He'll never get over this, she thought. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, but continued crying. At the right moment, Fred and George apparated into the kitchen.

"Lumos," Fred said softly and a greater amount of light shone from the tip of his wand.

"Ginny," said George, "we heard it all."

"Oh, no, please tell me that you're the only ones who heard us," Ginny replied with her face buried in her palms.

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure everyone else is out cold. We're up late working on some new gags," Fred replied. Ginny wanted to be left alone, but having the twins there were giving her some sort of comfort.

"We know everything that happened, too," George said.

Ginny didn't need to ask them how they knew everything that had happened. They were Fred and George. Fred and George had their ways. She was used to that.

"He hates me," she said. The twins didn't say anything, but Fred had Lola apparate onto Ginny's lap. "Thanks," she said with a stuffy nose.

"I think it will just take time for everything to be back to normal," George said.

"I wish there was something we could do," Fred said.

Ginny then remembered that they took part in the same ring. She started to get angered over how Fred and George were acting innocent. "You know, it's not really my fault to begin with. Both of you got me into this mess!"

Fred and George looked at each other nervously, but Fred spoke up. "We wanted to help you."

"Yeah, we knew you wanted to see him. We were trying to be supportive older brothers!" George added.

Ginny didn't speak too quickly. She did appreciate all they've done for her at the time, but at the moment she was looking for someone to blame. All the moments she shared with them when they were getting her to spy on Harry and Ron in the attic were going through her head, but she stopped when she remembered the day Harry arrived.

It was when the boil appeared on her nose that morning, and Mrs. Weasley gave her an antidote. She told her that it would go away in three days, but then Ginny later found out that it went away after three hours.

"Do you remember when you were sneaking me into the attic for the first time?" she asked the twins.

"Yeah, when Harry was acting really funny after he had those funny sugar quills?" Fred replied.

"Why didn't you tell me that my boil was gone?" Ginny demanded with a stern accusation. Fred and George glanced at each other with identical expressions. She knew that it was past three hours when she saw Harry on the way to the attic.

"We--well I didn't really notice," George answered. "Fred?"

"I didn't notice anything either!" Fred claimed.

"You both are lying!" Ginny exclaimed and Lola jumped off her lap onto the floor. "You just wanted to use me again as your guinea pig!"

"No, it's not like that, Gin!" George responded. He came closer to Ginny, but she backed away.

"Ginny! We weren't meaning for anything like this to happen!" Fred added.

"Just leave me alone!" she screamed. She looked for the closest way to escape from the room, and went towards the doors that lead into the garden. She sat on her favorite orange lawn chair and wept under the moonlight. Maybe she was going through some typical teenage drama and all she needed was rest to feel better, but she felt so sure that anything that she and Harry had was gone. Even if they could start over again, she felt as if they wouldn't go beyond "just friends".

As she calmed down to a few whimpers, something caught her eye. It was partially hidden by grass underneath the chair. "My diary," she said to herself. She had forgotten that she left it there last time she wrote in it. More tears started coming of her eyes. It's not that she was worried about anyone reading it--she found out about a spell that would only let it open to the touch of her own hands.

She was scared to open her diary because she of what she would find on the last page--her letter to Harry. She felt that it would break her heart even more to read it as she knew that her dreams for her to be together with him would never come true and he would never see the letter.

There was a feeling inside of her that made her want to look in and read what she wrote. She couldn't help herself from doing it, but she opened her diary and gingerly turned through each and every page in it. She's had that diary since she was a young girl and skimmed through several different entries.

There was one from when she was 7 years old:

Ron spilld some soup on the table today and when Mum walkd in the room, he blamed it on me! I ca'nt beleive he did that! It was his turn to danome the graden tooo but she made me do it insted and I got a bit from one and it hurts realy bad! Princesses should not be treated this way! I wish my knight would come!

Ginny flipped through several more pages and spotted one from when she was 9 years old:

I sent a letter to somebody a long time ago, but I can't tell you who it is for. Okay, I'll give you a clue--his name starts with a "H". I don't think he will write to me back because Errol is a very old owl, and I think sometimes he loses the posts.

Ginny wanted to smile at that one because she was so young and innocent, but at the same time, another tear escaped from her eye. She found another diary entry that had her let out even more tears:

I'm going to Hogwarts in a few months. I've heard about it all my life from Mum and Dad and my brothers. I hope I'll like it. I'm really happy to be with Ron, Percy, Fred, and George. I don't think I'd even want to go if they weren't there. I also hope I get into Gryffindor because everyone in the family was in Gryffindor. I know I'll make some new friends if I was in Ravenclaw or something, but Harry is in the Gryffindor house. I really want to see him and be his friend. I like him a lot. Well, I don't really know him, but I know a lot about him. Ron and him are good friends too so I know I'll be good friends with him. I'm really excited about that now.

Ginny tried to not think about that one and flipped through many more pages in the book. She eventually got to the last page, and waited a few moments to barely glance at it. She read the whole letter, and just couldn't bare to read it again. She still wanted to keep her diary, but having that letter in there made it tainted. "I can't take this anymore," she said and ripped the page out of the diary. She crumbled it into a ball and tossed it into a nearby waste-basket.

Ginny sighed and lied on the chair. She tried hard to focus on things other then Harry and the mess she was in. She then felt sorry about how she treated the twins. They weren't very innocent of the situation, but they didn't do enough harm for her to treat them like she did. She finally became tired and fell asleep.