(A/N: Again, this has been edited quite a bit.)

Chapter 3: Confrontation

"Gin. I'm sorry." sighed Hermione sadly. "I should have known."

"No you shouldn't" snapped Ginny. Tears were flowing freely down her soft cheeks with every word she spoke. "I shouldn't love you. You're not the person I thought you were, Hermione." And with that she left the room.

Outside it was evening and growing dark. This did not deter Ginny. She just wanted to walk, to be alone. To run away like always.

Ginny hadn't even walked for more than 10 minutes when she found herself on the ground sobbing. Her knees up at her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs she rested her head on her knees and cried into the darkness.

"She loves Harry. Harry!," she mumbled to herself. "Why am I doing this to myself. Falling harder for her everytime we speak, but I can't stop it. I love everything about her. She is perfect. Ha. Well that right there is a contradiction. How can she be perfect if I love her but she does this? I don't blame Harry. It's not his fault she likes him or loves him or whatever the bloody hell it is. Hell, I don't even blame Hermione. She can't help who she loves and doesn't love."

Ginny took a deep breath and sighed. "Get over her. Move on. It's possible. You did it with Dean in 5th year, so do it again." Looking up she saw that Hermione was sitting right infront of her legs crossed and head in hands.

Shell shocked Ginny stood up and looked down at Hermione. She cleared her throat to show her presence.

"Oh, Gin." said Hermione, just realising Ginny had moved and getting up herself. "I, um, I heard everything you said. I followed you. I didn't know you felt this way. I know-" she moved forwards slowly, outstretching her arm to touch Ginny's own, "I know, you want a happy ending from this. But I can't give you it. I'm sorry. If I could, I would, but I can't." she whispered.

Ginny pulled back as if she had been burned. "Look at me through my eyes and feel the pain I hide inside. It breaks my heart; it makes me sad to think of all the times we had. You made me laugh and you made me cry. And all that I can do is sigh, and wonder why. Once you've done that. Then, then you can be sorry." She looked Hermione coldly in the eyes and walked away towards the Burrow.

Back in Ginny's bedroom, Hermione returned. She would be sleeping there as usual. But to her surprise, Ginny wasn't there. Looking at her watch, she saw that it was 1am.

After a cup of cocoa in the kitchen alone, Hermione waited until 3.20am. Still no Ginny. Growing worried she decided to wait in bed.

As dawn broke, Hermione awoke to find an empty bed still beside her. Filled with worry, she hurried downstairs.

"Mrs. Weasley, do you know where Ginny is?" she panted.

"No, dear. She's probably gone for an early morning stroll or something. Not to worry." she chirped in return, never looking at Hermione as she busied herself with the cooking of breakfast.

Hermione left through the back door, still in pajamas in search of Ginny.

Sat in the shed where all her fathers muggle do-hickeys were kept, Ginny was still crying. She had been crying all night and was beginning to wonder how it was possible for her to still have tears.

As long as I love her, I'll still be able to cry. At least now I know I have a heart because it's breaking. But I can't hold on to something that doesn't want to be held on to. She'll never understand.

Now the legal age to do magic outside school, Ginny decided she would make a potion. There were supplies in the shed, they would have to do. When she exited the shed, she wanted to be free.

An hour later, Ginny was stood over a bubbling cauldron filled with pink liquid. Ladling some into a cup, she drank it, feeling no regrets.

(A/N: I wrote more, but I decided this would be a nice cliffy for you all. So, yes there'll be more chapters, I'm unsure how many though. At least one. It could be drawing to an end. Remember to R&R. Thankies m'darlings.)