Chapter 2
I don't own Rooney either, Nor anyone else in this whole entire fan fic.
"The colors have built up in my mind
they're bleeding through my heart
and nobody knows that they exist
look at my bursting veins
now do you see the red in me
it's a sign for the end"
Rooney
As Harry heard Ginny climb up the stairs he shoved all of his "materials" under the bed, ripped the towel and wrapped it around his bleeding wrist, shoved the black sweatband over it, pulled down his ratty sleeve, and climbed under the covers. Just as he stuck his head hard into the pillow, she walked in and sat on his bed. "Hey Harry" she said as she lightly, but forcefully, tapped Harry in the head. Your question right now probably is "Does poor, little Ginny Weasley like Harry Potter anymore?" No, Of course not (Duh). I mean if a guy that I liked for more than two years showed absolutely no interest, that would be the end of it, not saying that everyone would stop liking the person, but that's just Ginny Weasley for you. She instead thinks of Harry as a friend. That's why when he picked his head up she said "Don't play games with me, I know what happened." Harry groaned at this. As though she could look into her soul with her eyes, Harry had to turn away from the beautiful brown things and make sure that she didn't know what was really going on up there. Harry would never want one of his best friends to know that he would hurt himself, especially from another girl. "You know about..." Harry said, when Ginny interrupted, "Yes, I know about your break up with Cho." "Ohh" Harry sighed, very grateful that Ginny didn't know about him hurting himself, on purpose. It was just Cho. "Well, it doesn't seem like you want to talk about it now, so I'm going to leave. I gotta wrap some gifts for next week you know?" Ginny said (The holidays were coming!) as she got up and swished her hips from side to side as she walked out of the door. Harry never really realized that Ginny had some beauty in her, until that day.
I don't own Rooney either, Nor anyone else in this whole entire fan fic.
"The colors have built up in my mind
they're bleeding through my heart
and nobody knows that they exist
look at my bursting veins
now do you see the red in me
it's a sign for the end"
Rooney
As Harry heard Ginny climb up the stairs he shoved all of his "materials" under the bed, ripped the towel and wrapped it around his bleeding wrist, shoved the black sweatband over it, pulled down his ratty sleeve, and climbed under the covers. Just as he stuck his head hard into the pillow, she walked in and sat on his bed. "Hey Harry" she said as she lightly, but forcefully, tapped Harry in the head. Your question right now probably is "Does poor, little Ginny Weasley like Harry Potter anymore?" No, Of course not (Duh). I mean if a guy that I liked for more than two years showed absolutely no interest, that would be the end of it, not saying that everyone would stop liking the person, but that's just Ginny Weasley for you. She instead thinks of Harry as a friend. That's why when he picked his head up she said "Don't play games with me, I know what happened." Harry groaned at this. As though she could look into her soul with her eyes, Harry had to turn away from the beautiful brown things and make sure that she didn't know what was really going on up there. Harry would never want one of his best friends to know that he would hurt himself, especially from another girl. "You know about..." Harry said, when Ginny interrupted, "Yes, I know about your break up with Cho." "Ohh" Harry sighed, very grateful that Ginny didn't know about him hurting himself, on purpose. It was just Cho. "Well, it doesn't seem like you want to talk about it now, so I'm going to leave. I gotta wrap some gifts for next week you know?" Ginny said (The holidays were coming!) as she got up and swished her hips from side to side as she walked out of the door. Harry never really realized that Ginny had some beauty in her, until that day.