Disclaimer: I do not own the magic that is Hary Potter, I only own this story line so dont sue!
Dedications: I dedicate this to all my friends...to many to list and such little time!
Author's Notes: Ok, you really should be proud! I am trying my hardest, you seriously dont know how hard it is for me to do this! But, i've got to keep my fans happy! lol!
"Madame Pomfrey?" Harry yelled, disturbing a sleeping first year, who scowled and turned over in his bed. The old nurse came running out of her office, clutching her robe, as Harry laid the limp girl down onto an empty bed.
"Mr Potter, what happened?" she asked, assessing her new patient, tutting as she looked at Ginny's red wrists.
"Um…tried to kill herself," Harry muttered, just loud enough for Madame Pomfrey to hear.
"And why would such a lovely, happy girl do that?" She fussed, almost to herself, removing Harry's simple healing spells and replacing them with her own. Harry tried to look away, unsuccessfully. He shut his eyes, to no avail, still seeing the red stained sheets.
"Um…because of me," Harry whispered, the nurse looked up at him, then back to Ginny who moaned, almost on queue.
"Miss Weasley, try not to move, you're in the infirmary. Mr Potter here seemed to have saved your live," Madame Pomfrey turned to look at Harry, Ginny glared up at him too, "It seems you will have to stay the night too, seeing as you've lost a lot of blood. Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster will have to be informed, and I'm sure they'll come and see you tomorrow about telling your parents," Ginny's eyes blazed red, as she imagined her mother's reaction, "Don't stay too long, Mr Potter, Miss Weasley will need her rest." And with that, the nurse turned on her heel, leaving the two alone.
Harry sat down quietly on the chair beside the bed, Ginny looked away angrily. He sighed, running his still shaking hand through his dark hair.
"Why?" Harry finally asked, after several minutes of painful silence. Ginny turned her head, and stared accusing back at the man she loved.
"You read the letter, Harry. Don't play dumb." She snapped.
"But why? Why didn't you come to me, tell me this," Harry broke off.
"Why? You seriously ask me why? How could I, Harry, Ron and Hermione never leave your side, and even if I did, you'd just laugh me off. I mean, I'm your best friend's younger sister."
"But Ginny," Harry sighed, incapable of words.
"Harry, you don't love me, what kind of world is there when you can never love me back." Ginny whispered, locks of her hair falling in front of her face. Harry moved forward, brushing the stray hair out of the way.
"Oh, but Ginny I do love you," Harry started as quietly as Ginny's whispers.
"I know, but you love me as a sister. I can't live like that," and with that she looked away, tears beginning to run down her pale cheeks, Harry leaned back in his chair, hand over his mouth, "Go Harry. Go, please." Ginny broke off, her hand wiping the tears stubbornly from her face.
"Ok, but I'm coming back later," Harry stood up, "Do you want me to tell Ron?
"No, please, anything but that. Make up an excuse for me, please, tell him I'm having a reaction to something from Herbology and Madame Pomfrey says he can't come and visit me. Tell Hermione the truth. But tell only her," Ginny looked straight into Harry's eyes, who blinked, as he was flooded with all the emotions the young Weasley girl was feeling.
Harry nodded, leaning into give Ginny a gentle kiss on her pale cheek. Her hand went to the spot, as he left the Infirmary, a letter in his pocket, blood on his hands and his heart pounding for a reason oblivious to Harry.
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