Pain Part II

A/N: I know, I have no updated in a VERY long time, but that is because we got rid of Microsoft Word- why, I do not know. But updated, saying WordPad files are now accepted. So, halluejlah!

Disclaimer: REMEMBER, I DO NOT OWN THIS PLOT, R.L. STINE DOES! This scene is from ' What Holly Heard'. I do not own the Harry Potter characters, J.K. Rowling does.

Her scream snapped him out of his daze.

He tossed down her hand, uttering a hoarse cry of surprise.

She clutched her throbbing fingers to her chest and stared at him. She felt the tears coming now, fresh, hot and unstoppable.

Harry blinked as if coming out of a deep trance. He rubbed his temples, squinting.

" Oh no... Oh, Ginny." He backed off and tried to meet her eyes. " Ginny, I am so sorry."

" Harry, what is wrong with you!" Ginny felt her self-control slipping away. Felt the tears burning her eyes.

She hated to cry.

Hated Harry for making her cry.

" I didn't mean to hurt you," he murmured. " I'm out of control tonight."

Anger suddenly flooded Ginny. " That's your excuse? You really tried to hurt me, Harry!"

" I..." He let his arms flop to his sides. " I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I just... I might have blown everything tonight, Ginny. I'm going crazy."

Ginny spun around and strode down the hall. She had to get away from Harry. Her anger completely blocked out her fear.

He could he hurt her? How? She wanted to scream.

It was so sick! She couldn't stand to be near Harry right now.

" Ginny, wait!" he called after her. She could hear his footsteps.

Suddenly another thought unfolded in her head. ' This is Harry. This is the guy you care about. And he's hurting, and he's scared. I don't think he's ever been scared before.'

Ginny turned back- and Harry stopped short as if expecting her to hit him.

" Listen to me, Harry," she growled, pointing at his chest. " If you ever, I mean ever lay a hand on me again, we're through. Do you hear me?"

He nodded. He avoided her stare. " I never wanted to hurt you, Ginny. I just... I only wanted you to know how it felt for me out there. Playing Quidditch has never been this hard before."

Ginny nodded. Her anger was fading. He looked so tired, so broken, like a scolded puppy that truly didn't mean any harm.

She could actually feel some sympathy for him. She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze.

" I have to go. Hermione's waiting for me."

" I'm so sorry, Ginny," Harry whispered. " You don't know how sorry I am."

She nodded. " I know."

He kept his eyes on the floor. " Ginny?"

She stopped. " What?"

" Can we still see each other?"

Ginny smiled. " I don't know. Can we?"

Harry gave her a wide, relieved grin in return. " Yeah, we can."

" Then, okay."

THE END!