A/N: Hello again everybody! I would first like to thank you all for reviewing my story! Sorry this took me so long to update, I've been busy and I wanted to make sure everyone who wanted to could review before I updated. Plus, it's best to post on weekends, more people are likely to find my story. So by the time I had this done and I got a free weekend, it had been so long. But it's here now, so rejoice! So thank you all for reading and here are my review responses!
Pantstheterrible: You caught my lovely foreshadowing. Hope you like the chapter! Ginny's not so emotional in this chapter compared to the other two.
Crimsonphoenix1: Thank you again for beta-ing this chapter. Sorry I haven't emailed you in forever and a day. Life is catching up to me. That, and my parents took the internet out of my house to "punish" my brother. Too bad it's punishing me too, lol.
Also, thanks to Nefetteri, I'm glad you liked it. Not so many reviews this time. I would really appreciate it if everyone who read left a review, even if it's as simple as "I hate this" or "I love this." It doesn't take that long and it makes me feel great, even if you hate it. Thanks so much to my beta, Crimsonphoenix1. Read her stuff too, it rocks!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, don't sue me. And I hope Ari doesn't mind that I borrowed her name.
And now, on to the chapter! Hope you like it!
The Pain of Love, Chapter 3:
Secrets Are Painful Things to Find Out
Ginny was always an amazing poet. Whenever she felt a strong emotion, she put it down into beautiful verse. For many years (ever since she started dating Harry), almost every poem she wrote was happy and filled with love.
Harry loved Ginny more than he could say. There was only one problem… he loved someone else too. She was a cute, Muggle-born girl by the name of Ariana. She lived the same childhood as Harry. Her parents always knew she was a witch (she had been floating things around the house since she was two) but they hated her for it, so they tried to beat it out of her.
She sympathized with Harry, and loved him very much, but she knew his heart belonged somewhere else. She could sense it in his every move, his every word. He did love her, but there was someone else who he loved even more. But he knew that too. Next week was the time, he decided. He loved Ginny too much to risk losing her, so he was going to dump Ariana. But he waited just a little too long.
"Who's Ariana?" she glared at him, that famous Weasley temper rising again.
"Ummm… the-girl-I've-been-dating-on-top-of-you-I'm-sorry-I'm-dumping-her-tomorrow," he mumbled quickly.
"What was that?" she asked, her cold fury frightening Harry.
He repeated what he'd said, this time a little bit slower. "The girl I've been dating on top of you. Look, Ginny, I'm really sorry. I swear to god I'm dumping her tomorrow."
"Harold James Potter, you are a despicable man!" she cried as she ran out of the room, tears streaming down her face.
"Ginny, come back! I love you." (A/N: I know, corny and more than a little cliché, but hey, whatever works)
She needed to get this out. She had to write something to Harry--a letter--so he'd know just how she felt and how angry she was. So she grabbed a quill and sat down with some parchment.
Harry Potter,
How could you do this to me? I thought you loved me. I know I love you. Or, at least, I used to. I don't know anymore. Deep down I want to forgive you, but I don't know if I ever will. I wrote this poem, and I think now is the appropriate time to share it with you. It fits the best to how I feel.
The Pain of Love
I can't think straight,
as my eyes close,
the night – it waits,
in its pouncing pose.
It wants to take over,
it wants me to die,
but I won't let it,
unless you're a lie.
I will stay strong
until the end,
as long as you love me
I refuse to bend.
But somehow I know-
somehow I see
that you are lying,
lying to me.
And I have no reason
to stand strong and tall,
because you have left me
there's nothing at all.
So as I give in
to the night and to death,
know it's your fault,
all your fault I left.
You were my life support, Harry. You were there through the good and the bad. But you are no longer.
Goodnight,
Ginny
(A/N: I know the poem doesn't perfectly fit the story, but you get the drift. I wrote the poem first, so the un-prefect-ness is to be expected, I suppose. Anyways, hope you like the poem, I wrote it, and it inspired me to write this story.)
She gave the letter to Pig and went to sleep, exhausted by depression.
Harry wept as he read her letter, realizing just how wrong he had been all along to do this to her.
A/N: Another chapter done! I hope you all liked it. I'm hoping for a little reader poll right now though. Post in a review whether you think I should continue the story or just leave it at that. And, if you think I should continue, whether you think I should have them get back together, or not. I hope you liked it and PLEASE R/R!