Chapter 3
I stopped short. There was Harry and Hermione in the common room. Kissing. I thought she was my friend. I considered her the sister I never had. I wanted to run away. I wanted to get out of there before either of them could see how hurt I was. But I couldn't move. I was paralyzed in the shock of the moment.
"Ginny? Did you find your book?" Lizzie asked coming down the stairs. I watched as Harry and Hermione quickly parted and blushed. And then, the tears came. Lizzie knew what happened. She isn't stupid. She escorted me back to the dormitory, arm around me.
"Ginny! Wait!" Hermione shouted after me. I stopped. How dare her! She knew I liked him. I even heard her talking to Harry at breakfast. Now she wanted me to stop eveything and listen to what lame excuse she had for betraying me?
"Ginny, just keep walking," Lizzie pleaded.
I slowly turned around. I saw how guilty they both looked. Good. They should. I saw something in Harry's eyes. Was it pity? Was he actually pitying me for something he caused? The nerve! And he even looked happy about the kiss, still. Still crying, I walked right up to both of them, looking them straight in the eye. Showing them how much I hated them, ho hurt I was. I kept my eyes intent on their theirs as I grabbed my book. I finally turned away and walked with Lizzie.
"You two disgust me," Lizzie stated. Her eyes showed how much she hated them. She led me to the dormitory.
"Get Ron," I asked her, tears pouring out faster than I could wipe them. "And Fred and George."
Lizzie obediently fetched my brothers. As soon as they saw me, they came over and hugged me. I loved how safe I felt around them. They soon new the whole story. Ron looked disgusted when I told him about Harry and Hermione. They kept comforting me until I said I was better. I have great brothers.

"Where were you?" I asked Ron, scared out of my mind.
"With Ginny," Ron answered simply.
"Oh, how is she?" I asked looking down. I felt so guilty about the whole situation. When Ginny walked up to us and looked right in our eyes, I could have cried. How could I have been so stupid?
"How do you think she is?" Ron asked coolly.
"Oh," I answered lamely.
"OH? Is that all you have to say?" Ron asked, laughing coldly, as if he were Malfoy.
I looked down. As if I didn't feel bad enough. And now that I really had thought about it, if Ginny weren't Ron's sister, he would have just shrugged it off and supported me and Hermione. Why couldn't he just be happy for us. As soon as I thought that, I knew it was a stupid question. He couldn't be happy because for one, Hermione's our friend, and two, she is his sister and he knew the story from her point of view.
Ron shook his head at me and closed his curtains around his bed.