Walk Me Home

:Ginny's POV:

Everyday a little bit of me dies.

You just being with her. I die.

You, with the only time we have, talk about her. I die.

You loving her. I die.

It's been two months since that very wonderful night you had given me after my show. I never felt so beautiful when you showered me with compliments that night and I never felt so… cared for when you said it was my night. I blush when I remember it, feeling slightly silly.

Rumors have been circling around Hogwarts, I was never one to believe in rumors but it worried me. Cho had gotten back with Malfoy? What the hell! I started to worry more when I couldn't find you anywhere. You hadn't been to any class Hermione told me when I asked her where you were. Ron cracked a joke making Hermione whack him upside on the head after he said that you were probably out somewhere quietly weeping. Quietly weeping rang a bell and I sought to find you and there you were.

I sat down next to you, my spot, where I'll always be. We sat next to each other neither of us saying a word. You sighed burying your face in your hands, exasperated. I reached out to touch your shoulder and you gave in, burying your head in my shoulder. I shook a bit, surprised, but I regained my balance quickly, slowly bringing my hand up to rub your back as you quietly cried.

Just like that day when you cried for your parents, it wasn't one of those loud sobs and wails, you always cried quietly away from the world. And I let you.

I never said anything when it came to this part that dealt with a girl and a relationship. I couldn't say anything anyway right? If I said it would be okay, that would be a lie because we both know things like this don't heal quickly. If I said that I understood that would be another lie because I didn't, not thoroughly.

I didn't understand because I couldn't understand why it hurt you so much when you had her once, you held her in your arms, you heard her say 'I love you'. I never had you, never held you the way I want to, and I never heard you say 'I love you.' So I couldn't possibly understand could I?

How could I lose something I never had?

I sat there feeling strained, drained and tired. I could never understand why I put up with this; I knew how much it hurt you to watch her with Malfoy. We sat there in the Great Hall, which is our cafeteria, our group quietly eating giving Cho occasional glares, except for me. I found it pathetic to glare at someone who had absolutely no clue about what was going on.

You continued to watch and I continued to watch you. I grew fed up and began poking at my lunch. Michael put a hand on my shoulder, I knew he fancied me and he knew I had no space in my heart left for I unconsciously and stupidly gave it all to you. I smiled somberly at him and shook my head.

I wasn't the only one who didn't understand why I did this to myself, constantly watching you, watching over you, making sure you smiled, making sure you were alright, and I always hurt myself in the process. I mean I don't even understand why I got hurt, I didn't hurt you, so I should feel happy to be the source of your joy. The thought was stupid when it hit me, could I possibly hurt because I want to know what it would feel like if you cried for me once. Most probably I'd wipe them away just like I always did when the girls that had placed the tears in your eyes couldn't.

I felt my heart being wrenched out of my chest as you watched her, constantly snarling and glaring and then sighing sadly. I could tell you were thinking about the happy times when it was your arm she clung to. It hurt me so bad and I sat there and before I knew it tears were falling down my own.

"Ginny!" Ron's voice came; I was snapped out of my reverie. I jumped up and made a dash for the bathroom. Our school is big and I could never find the bathroom without getting lost, it approximately took me thirty minutes to find an empty one.

Burying my face in my hands I begged myself to understand. I tried.

Why was it that you always looked for her when I was right here, ready and willing?

And again, a little bit of me died.

:Harry's POV:

I hate you for it.

I hate that you went back to him.

I hate that you couldn't love me.

I hate that you used me.

And I hate myself for not really hating you at all. I puffed my cheeks hoping the earth would open up and swallow me whole. I sighed.

"Ginny!" Ron's voice called and I thought Ginny had done something that irked her brother. I was still watching you clinging to his arm the way you did with me just last week. I couldn't take it anymore; I turned to the group that was staring at me.

I noticed Hermione was gone.

"Where's Hermione?" I inquired.

"She's not the only one who's gone." Dean said simply and I swear I heard anger in his voice. Ron was drumming his fingers on the table looking at me as if he were about to strangle me. I hoped I looked puzzled.

"Where's Luna?" I asked Neville who jumped a bit.

"She didn't eat with us today, you prat." He said stiffly. I wondered what could I have done to make everyone upset.

I turned to look for Ginny, the one who would save me. So she was the one who was missing. Where was she anyway?

"Where's Ginny?" I asked.

The boys grumbled a bunch of curses. What was their problem?

"I don't know what's up your arses but I'll be leaving now." I said huffily and stalked off out of the Great Hall.

I hate you Cho.

After you'd disappeared, sauntered off to god-knows-where I went to look for something that could take my mind off Cho. I saw Seamus standing near one of the lockers and made my way to him. I wanted to shoot a few hoops to relieve my tension. He turned to me giving a small smile.

"Let's shoot some hoops?" I asked nonchalantly. He nodded as he slipped a few books into his bag and closed his locker.

We managed to play a game of 21 and horse. Tired, we sat ourselves down on the benches. I stretched a bit and rubbed the sore muscle on my arm.

"So how's Ginny?" Seamus asked lacing his shoes. I looked at him half expecting him to ask about Cho. Something almost everyone asked. Why was he asking about you?

"She's fine, I suppose." Giving him a look, "Why do you ask?" standing up to shoot some more.

"I figured how hard it must be for her, to support you at this time." Seamus said intercepting the ball and taking a shot, "I mean she loves you and you're busy hurting over someone else."

I made a move to grab the ball but his words caught me by surprise making me stumble onto the pavement. He towered over me his Irish features dawning with realization.

I never knew.

You loved me? You love me? Loving me?

Then I saw you at the back of my mind, in your ballet leotards and toe shoes smiling at me, you underneath the willow tree, you blushing when I complimented you, you in your ballet dance, you waving at me, smiling at me, laughing with me, caring for me and dancing for me.

Had it really been for me?

Had you really danced for me?

Seamus reached out a hand and I took it, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. It's just... well... I... just... since... I thought... you knew." He stammered, embarrassed.

What do you say to someone who has loved you more than everyone else put together?

What do you say to someone who'd knowingly give up her life for you?

What would you say?

Thank you?

How could thank you be sufficient enough for the amount of love you, Ginny, have given me? I never knew. But what I know is that, Thank you is not enough.

For you it would be easy. You never asked for anything. Ever. You were always so satisfied with what I gave you. You treated every little small thing like I had handed it to you on a silver platter. You would most probably say, 'No need to thank me, just a smile, another walk home would do.' But thanking you now would be really pointless. Not even my sincere gratefulness for you just being there and for the fact that you cared enough would measure up to what you have done for me. I could say thank you in different languages and it would still be a small dot on the white board of blessing you have given me.

You were like my diary, I could tell you everything and you would never tell a soul. You let me screw things up and helped me learn from it. You let me break my heart only to fix it up again. You let me get upset only to make me laugh. You let me scream and shout to release my tension. I trusted you more than anyone else not even Uncle Sirius could come close to the way I trusted you. What's worse is you let me cry over girls only to wipe off my tears and break your own heart in the process. How many times have I broken your heart?

I swore to kill anyone who hurt you and I never knew it was always and only me.

You kept me leveled and secure and safe.

You were just there, listening, understanding, giving advice, hugging me, and making me smile. I didn't even know I needed those small things until you came along.

Why'd you choose me? When you had great friends out there? People like Luna, or Michael. I had always thought that I was just a burden to you just by being your friend yet I never felt that around you. You always seemed so strong, so dependable, so trustworthy and so unruffled.

Why couldn't I love you?

What do you say to someone who loves you more than everyone else put together?

What do you say?

And how do you say it without breaking her heart?

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