Walk Me Home

:Ginny's POV:

Hermione had gone after me when the strain that you had unconsciously put on my shoulder had broken the barrier and knocked me flat. I don't blame you Harry. I never will. I never did.

I was left with my thoughts and I almost broke my ankle when I wasn't concentrating during the jete exercises were doing. Luckily Luna caught me and excused us from class. I told her everything, which was strange but I felt relieved after. She stalked off to ballet saying that she would tell Madame Mcgonagall that I had left to go to the clinic.

I didn't.

Then I saw Cho. I immediately thought of you. I wanted to run away from her when I realized she was walking towards me. She gave me a small smile and I knew she had been tired. I knew she was thinking about you.

"How is he?" she asked.

"Not to well." I tell her the truth. I couldn't, I didn't want to hurt you. I wanted you to be happy. Stupid as it may seem, but you know I'm not self-centered, "Is it true then?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Then why?"

"He's leaving for college, turns out he got the scholarship to go to Harvard." She whispered. I knew how she felt for Malfoy was indeed her best friend, who later became her boyfriend. How come that never happened to us, Harry?

"I'm sorry."

"Would you tell him?"

I blink and I know if I tell you this you'd run back to her. You'd be happy, right? I sighed and nodded.

"So it's true then? That you love him."

I wanted to cry. So it was true that EVERYONE knew except for you. I stood up straight; Madame Mcgonagall said that slouching was never a form for a ballerina. I never told you that I applied for a scholarship to the Russian Ballet School in France called Beauxbatons, where Viktor Krum the world's greatest male dancer resided. He came and watched me when I played Clara that night. They said that they would tell me by the end of the month of May.

"It's hard not to." I say softly. My words mirrored everything I felt for you and it mostly mirrored my love for you.

"Why won't you tell him?" she asked.

"Why? He won't drop everything and say he loves me too. He loves you, he always did. I remember when he was in the eighth grade he pointed you out to me and said 'That will be the one I marry.' It hurts to see the one you love, love another but what hurts me more is that I know that no matter what I do he could never love me. I stopped trying really. Now he has you, he won't let go. Besides it will only be a burden and he doesn't need that right now." I say as a lone tear dropped down my cheek I wiped it away quickly, "You won't tell him, will you?"

"No."

"Thank you."

"No one loves him as much as you do. I'm sure he'd be devastated if he lost you."

"That's true but he'll be happy because he's got you." And I walk away. I know you love me, to some level or extent. But not as much, never as much.

My eyes were dry. Was it because I cried too much? Maybe I had no tears left to cry. I made my way to where you waited eager to begin our after school ritual yet nervous to see your face.

You stood there leaning against the trunk of the tree, your hunched up figure showed how tired you were. I didn't want to see your face, filled with pain and look into your sad tired green eyes.

I stepped up next to you.

"Hey Hairy." I said softly, you snap out of your distant reverie and flash me a smile. I smiled back.

"Hey bonita." You say slowly as if you were unsure. I raise my eyebrow. You look at me and I can read that expression in your eyes. I want to make you smile.

So I do.

"I saw Cho today."

"I don't want to talk about her." You state, still upset.

"But she wants to talk to you."

"You talked to her?" you ask, nervous? I nodded

"Yes," I said hesitantly. My mind's telling me not to tell you and I can feel myself choking, "You shouldn't believe rumors Har-" I said softly.

You nod and finish my sentence, "Because they almost always turn out to be lies." I smile, you listen to me, and you smile back. The glimmer in your eyes return and now I'm sad.

"Draco's leaving for Harvard at the end of the week." I said, "That's why she's spending so much time with him. They were best friends Har, I told her you'd understand." You smile and then jump off the tree and hug me. My heart skipped a beat, then I remember, you smile not because of me but because Cho loves you. I didn't move, I never made a move to hug you back. I was… what was I?

Scared?

Nervous?

Sad?

Selfish?

Was it my pride that kept me from hugging you?

No. I didn't want to hug you because I might get carried away. I could hug you but I don't want to. Or was it I want to hug you but I couldn't? I don't seem to remember anymore.

What brought me here?

Responsibility?

Care?

Friendship?

Or was it the love that I harbored for you for six years or maybe longer… maybe I've loved you since we first met and only realized until I was ten.

It didn't matter now what I was feeling as long as you were happy. You pull away and thank me; I shook my head as if it was okay. It's okay that's what friends are for. Right?

It is okay. I don't seem to feel burdened anymore; I love you so it doesn't matter. You don't know. Should I tell you?

I choose not to. Why?

Im afraid because I know what you'd say and I suppose I am not ready and I never will be.

You take my stuff and we head out of the park. And I'm just silently wishing things don't change, but I know they will and I have no power against it.

I want to cry.

But I don't.

I don't have the energy, the tears, and the heart to cry. Because I love you too much, that's it. That's all.

:Harry POV:

I couldn't bear to see it, your eyes. Those eyes that held everything. I didn't see it before, but now I do. Things were going to change soon and I don't want it to. I felt selfish now.

Why can't I love you?

Why do you love me?

I don't want to lose you and yet I don't want to lose Cho. I know if I confronted you, you wouldn't make me choose. You'd leave because you know it would be easier for me.

Why can't you be selfish?

You'd taken all my burdens and carried it on your back. And I stupidly let you. I didn't know, I didn't think? Why didn't I see?

You know I don't like seeing you cry. You know I hate it when you cry. Now I hate myself for making you cry.

I thanked you. You seem to manage to make the hurt go away, Cho was never able to do that yet I chose her. You shake your head and smile.

"It's okay." You say softly as I let go of you, "That's what friends are for." And I hear your heartbreak. You don't know it but I do. I want to love you; I want to make you happy, but I don't know how to. You never asked.

I want to tell you were more than friends, best friends, bestest friends. I don't know what you are to me yet but you mean so much more than a friend ever will.

I look into your eyes and the emotion that clouded it had disappeared and you looked tired.

I take your stuff hoping that the burden I've placed upon you would disappear. But your tired hazel eyes haunt my mind.

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