I lay on my bed in the girl's dormitory, and sighed. Walking through the castle to the tower alone, feeling deflated and desolate, I wondered if Harry had seen me leave, and would come looking for me. The silence that I left in my wake assured me, however, that he wouldn't be coming. I had run through the common room, ignoring questions, and flung myself onto my bed, wrenched the curtains shut, and allowed the tears to fall. Why her? Why not me?

'Gin? Ginny? Oh, you are here.'

'What do you want,' I asked despairingly as Hermione opened up the curtains to my bed with a pitying look on her face. I sat up in bed and caught her eye. She was the only person who truly knew my feelings for Harry, and had a kind resolution in her eyes. I knew that she had figured out why I was up here, by myself, crying for almost an hour.

'I guess you heard.' She lamented quietly, perching on the edge of my bed.

'Heard?' I laughed bitterly, 'I saw it.'

She widened her eyes at me so much that she looked like a house elf.

'You saw? All of it?'

'No. I left before they stripped and ravished each other.'

'Ah.'

'Yes. Ah.'

'Well, Gin, I don't know what to say, I mean, I know how you feel, but you've got to know by now that Harry's completely ignorant to your feelings.' Said Hermione, eyeing me warily. I know why she was worried about telling me the truth. I had a fiery temper, and I wasn't averse to using it.

'Yeah, I'm well aware of that fact. Or if I wasn't before, I am now. I guess I'm being stupid, I knew he'd never go out with me or anything… I'm just disappointed, 's all.' I whispered the last part of the sentence. It wasn't in my nature to show weakness, even though sometimes I just wanted to break down and be held.

'Just try and get some sleep, things will seem better when you're more rested.' Said Hermione, hugging me shortly.

'Hey, Hermione…' I said quietly, just as she was about to walk out of the dormitory.

'Yeah?'

'Thanks. I think I'll just give up on him.'

'That might be a lot less painful in the long run.' She agreed. 'See you later.'

'Night.'

'Night.'

She shut the door, and I lay back down on the cover. I shut my eyes, fighting away tears. No. I'm not going to cry over him anymore. He's not worth it. I wish he were. But he's not.

'Don't bother with me anymore; I'll just hurt you. I'll never mean to, but I'll do it. It's the way it always goes.'