I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
He kept sending her letters. She sent them back. He followed her to her work. She ignored him. He sent her things. She threw them away.
She didn't invite him to the wedding (though she'd told him it was happening), which was to take place before the baby was born, sometime that month.
It came to be the twentieth. The flowers were ordered, and everything was ready. She was in her dress, which did nothing to hide her stomach, now bulging.
The wedding went off without a hitch, though she almost fainted when she saw him standing in the very back of the little church. She just caught her breath, smiled at Harry, and said the two words she'd never have said to him.
He cornered her at the reception.
"HOW DARE YOU MARRY HIM!" he yelled, loud enough to be heard over the music.
"I did it because you wouldn't. Harry's a nice guy. He'll support me." Tears were streaming down her face. Harry had rescued her, taking her to dance. But she still felt his eyes on her.
"You turned twenty-one on August 11th, right?" asked Harry, trying to make some sort of small talk. She nodded.
"The day we got engaged," she said. He kissed her forehead. The song ended, and he escorted her to Hermione, so she wouldn't have to put up with another little scene. Hermione caught Ginny watching him.
"I know you still love him, but I hope you understand Harry loves you," Hermione whispered at her. Ginny tensed.
"I don't love him anymore," she replied mechanically.
"You're carrying his child. I know you must have some feelings for him."
"I don't love him," she'd said, more forcefully. "I love Harry and that's it."
"Okay, just wanted to tell you that Harry loves you."
"I know-"(He was coming over to her, so she raised her voice)"-and I love Harry."
He stopped dead in his tracks, turned, and, with a hurt expression in his eyes, left the party. Ginny wanted to follow him, but respect for her husband kept her glued to her seat.
September.