The Aftermath (Ginny's POV)

Ginny had long ago stopped crying (okay about 10 minutes ago) and was now lying on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. She was contemplating and looking back at what had just happened, and felt like crying all over again.

She turned on her side and glanced at the now repaired picture sitting on her night stand.

Why did you get so hysterical over a picture Ginny, why? Her mind kept repeating, which was getting really annoying.

'First of all, I was not being hysterical!' Ginny would keep answering to the incredibly persistent voice in her head.

Oh really? You didn't get hysterical? So crying and yelling and whining the way you were over a picture that could have easily bean fixed with a twist of your wand, not to mention hurting poor Harry's feeling- Okay that voice had to stop. Ginny was going crazy and this was the last straw, for Merlin's sake she was arguing with herself… and was losing!

'You know what? LEAVE ME ALONE. You are so annoying and you're not helping. So… be quiet!' That seemed to have shut up the dumb voice. For now anyway.

Ginny stood up off the bed and walked over to her bureau and looked hard at herself in the mirror. Now that she had thought about it, she did go a little over board with Harry, but she had every right to. Ginny had told him no when he asked to see what she was hiding and he had still insisted on it. By all means it was his fault, he was the one acting like a total prat…

But it was just a picture, you could have avoided all of this had you only showed it to him. (Oh here we go again, groaned Ginny.)

'But it was a personal-'

But he was in the picture too-

'Yes but it was MY picture and I had clearly said NO! A few times actually. By all means he was being a complete and total prat!' Ginny said to the little voice in her head…

Ginny sat down on the blue stool that was part of the bureau while still looking at her reflection. "It was a personal picture; I had ever right" she kept saying to herself under her breath…

But that didn't seem to help; she still felt guilty for some reason.
Ginny sighed and put her hands on the top of her bureau and let her head fall repeatedly onto them.

After a while the mirror spoke up, "Okay, honey- dear you are not helping yourself here! You're just giving yourself a really big, ugly, purple bruise in that forehead of yours, and trust me purple and red tragically clash." Ginny just glared at the mirror and slammed her head again (if only to tweak the mirror) into her hands when she heard a knock on her door…

Ginny looked up and saw Hermione, but she didn't say anything.. She just kept pounding her head again and again.

Hermione not really knowing what was going on had a confused look on her face. "Ginny, are you-"

"Okay? Nope and don't bother asking." Ginny cut her off.

"Okay, fine Ginny- Stop" Hermione said getting a hold of Ginny's shoulder and kneeling down next to her.

Hermione and Ginny had always gotten a long with each other great but now they were more like best friends. Ginny could come to Hermione for anything and the same likewise. They talked to each other a lot and when one needed help they could count on each other for a lending hand, they could depend on each other to be there for one another. When Hermione had finally figured out she had feelings for Ron she had come to Ginny for help and advice and Ginny had been there all along. They could tell each other secrets and things and both knew their secrets would be safe. And when Ginny had needed condolence and someone to talk to, Hermione had been her shoulder to cry on. They could tell each other everything, and almost always did, because both were so easy to talk to; they looked for answers in one another.

"Ginny, what happened? Are you okay? You look like you've been crying."

Ginny could tell Hermione was worried and wanted to tell her so badly what had happened; look for the answers in Hermione. But Hermione couldn't provide those answers, only she could.

"Hermione, I'm sorry, you know I tell you everything, but I just feel like this is something I have to figure out on my own."

Hermione looked even more worried now. "Fine Ginny, but are you sure your okay?"

No, not really Hermione, I need some serious help! I don't know what to think, I don't know what I feel, and I have some really annoying voices in my head that won't leave me alone; I think I might be going insane…

But Ginny just replied, "Yes Hermione, its nothing big, I promise." Wishing it really was 'nothing big'.

Hermione stood up and looked at Ginny in a scrutinizing way. Ginny felt uncomfortable when Hermione did that for one reason; Hermione was a very clever witch and it wouldn't take her long to put two and two together and figure out what was going on. Ginny looked down not wanting to meet her gaze.

"Hermione, I'm fine. Relax," wish I could, "I'll be alright, just a little problem nothing big." Yeah right, that was the biggest understatement of the year! Truth is I think I might have caused permanent damage in my friendship with the one guy I just adore, and my chances of ever really being close to him in any way possible or done with!

"Well if you say so Ginny," Hermione said in an unsure voice. She grabbed Ginny by the hand and pulled her up from her seat, "Come on, your mum wants you down for Dinner- Now."

Ginny let Hermione drag her out of the room, down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen; She really didn't want to go down, but she didn't have the strength to argue with her or her mum, and Ginny knew if she didn't go down her mum would start fussing, thinking she'd caught a cold or was sick or something- She really didn't have the strength for that.

Hermione took her seat next to Ron's, who wasn't there, and Ginny took her seat opposite Hermione.

Mrs. Weasley walked into the dining room with two pitchers of pumpkin juice levitating in front of her, and placed them smoothly on the dining table.

"Ginny dear you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked her daughter as she looked at her, "You look a bit pale and puffy."

"I'm fine mom," Ginny answered sitting up straight, "Just a bit tired."

As soon as Mrs. Weasley left, Ginny placed her head on the table; she really was tired.

Ron then came in and took his seat next to his girlfriends. Hermione smiled at him and Ron smiled back. Ginny couldn't help but chuckle just a bit at their behavior; it was just funny. She still hadn't gotten use to them acting that way with one another yet.

"Did you find Harry?" Hermione asked and took Ron's hand below the dinner table.

"Uh, yeah. I did. But it's best that he's alone for a bit. He's out there flying… Just give him a few." Replied Ron a little flustered and upset.

"Poor dear, wonder what's gotten into him…" Said Mrs. Weasley as she started serving everyone food.

Ginny kept wondering about Harry and was getting worried. She looked out the kitchen window. It was starting to get dark out and it looked like it was going to start raining soon…
Ginny finished her meal and stood up. "Guys I'm getting worried about Harry. So…I'm just going to go look for him." Ginny said as she rushed out the door, stopping first to get her wand from the table that stood next to the door, and had left before anyone could say anything to her.

Ginny could already feel the raindrops falling on her head and body. Although it was just light rain now, she knew the rain would get heavier; She could sense the storm around the corner already...

She looked around… 'I better find Harry soon…' she said to herself as she set her pace into the dark, gloomy (and wet) night.

(a/n) I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've been awfully busy with finals and homework not to mention I was cut off from the computer. And writers block honestly doesn't help at all. Sorry again, hope you enjoy.
Love,
Dayi T