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Dedications: I dedicate this to the people who have this story in their favourites! I am so sorry for keeping y'all waiting and I hope that it was worth the wait! Once again, very sorry!
Author's Notes: So school and life has finally caught up with me and I've been very naughty and haven't written in a very long time. Hopefully when I get a USB I'll start writing more…so watch this space!
Harry trailed into the Gryffindor common room, which for once was empty, well except for one curly haired girl sitting in the corner, nose in a large book. Hermione looked up as the portrait swung shut, Harry looked awful. She carefully shut the book, placing it on the table before running over to him. Cupping his face in her hands, she made him look at her.
"What's wrong?" she asked, a small crease forming in the centre of her forehead.
"Ginny. She … she …" Harry tried to tell her, he did, but the words just didn't seem to come out.
"She what, Harry?" she asked worriedly, leading him to sit down on the couch. When they sat down, she asked again, "What happened?"
"She sent me a letter and then …" he started, fumbling around in his pocket for her letter. Reaching it out with trembling hands and passing it to Hermione, who let go of him and took the letter. After quickly reading through it, she let it drop to her lap. Her face turning pale as she slowly realized what had happened.
She threw her arms around Harry, nuzzling her face into his shoulder, hiding.
"I got there just in time. If I was any later … I … she would have been dead. And it's all because of me. Mi, she was just lying there. The water … her blood …" he couldn't even finish his sentence. He was in shock. And every time he closed his eyes, that horrifying mass of red haunted him. Because of him, Ginny had tried to kill herself. Because of him.
Hermione sniffed and pulled her head back, looking into Harry's green eyes. "She's ok?"
"She lost a lot of blood. But I dunno …" Harry mumbled. Hermione nodded once.
"I need to talk to her. Does she want Ron to know?" Harry shook his head, and Hermione continued, "Right, well your going to lie down. You look terrible." She stood up, entering her super organized mode. Harry stood up after her and allowed her to take him up the stairs to his dorm and to his bed. Luckily for the both of them, Ron had left, and the room was deserted.
Hermione tucked Harry into the bed, kissing the middle of his forehead like a mother would her child. "I'll come see you later. Stay here. If Ron asks, say you're not well or just pretend to be asleep. He won't bother you then." And before Harry could object or thank her, she had left the dorm, running down to the Infirmary and to Ginny.
Ginny looked up at the noise of someone running into the Infirmary. When she saw Hermione, looking as pale as she was herself, her heart sunk. Her best friend knew, and that made her feel ashamed and dirty.
"Oh Ginny," Hermione sobbed, hugging her friend, her tears finally falling, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Ginny left her arms limp by her sides, waiting for Hermione to sit down on the cold chair by her bed. When the older girl was sitting, she cleared her throat, her voice weak from it all.
"I couldn't tell you. I just couldn't. I tried to so many times. But every time, something would come up. I tried to." She said, the last three words a whisper. This caused more sobs, more tears from her friend, who reached out and took her hand.
"I am so sorry. I, oh god, Ginny." She hid her face in her other hand. It hurt Ginny to see her friend cry like that and she held out her arms for her. Seeing this, Hermione stood back up and hugged the small and fragile Weasley, crying into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
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