You don't hear me and I dont understand. When I reach out I dont find your hand Were they wasted words and did they mean a thing? And all our precious time but I still feel so in between Some day I just keep pretending, that you'll stay dreaming of a different ending. I wanna hold on but it hurts so bad. But I can't keep something that I never had.

Ginny was sitting in her dorm room. She was actually sort of proud of herself. She had made it from her seat at Dumbledore's funeral, walked across the school grounds, through the Entrance hall, up a few flights of stairs, talked to the fat lady, and made it all the way to her dorm room before she started to cry. It was a depressing day. Watching Dumbledore's body be carried by Hagrid to his tomb, then, Harry broke the news to her. She knew it was going to happen. Harry was much to noble, he didn't want her hurt. Sniffling she went into her top drawer where she kept a picture of her and Harry. Their first kiss, in front of all those people, wearing her Quidditch robes. It was the happiest moment of her life. She had hopped, wished, dreamed, and prayed that that moment would last forever, or at least, have many more moments in the near future. But no, Harry had to be 'noble'. She screamed and threw the happy picture across the room. She loved him. She loved him so much it hurt. She knew she was in danger. She was a Weasley. Muggle lovers all around. Harry wasn't protecting her. She would be standing beside him in the final battle, she knew it. So why didn't he? She flung herself to her bed and pulled the covers over her head, she cried. She sat up suddenly, and walked over to the picture she just threw. She repaired the broken glass around the picture and looked at it again. 'I'll wait' she whispered. 'I know it's only a matter of time. We belong together.'

I keep tellin myself things can turn around with time. And if I wait it out you could always change your mind. Like a fairy tale where it works out in the end. Can I close my eyes have you lying here again?

She put the picture back in her top drawer and went over to the mirror. Her eyes were big and puffy, her face was blotchy. 'Yuck' She thought as she brushed the tears away with the back of her sleeve. She waited a few minutes, until her face went back to its original colour and went down stairs. She would be strong. She wouldn't show her weakness. She saw Harry down there, deep in conversation with Ron and Hermione. He looked up and didn't smile, his eyes didn't light up the way they used to. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears again. Sniffing she went and sat next to Neville who was staring blankly into the fire.

Some day I'll just keep pretending, that you'll stay. Dreaming of a different ending. I wanna hold on. But it hurts so bad. I can't keep something, that I never had.