"'Cause I'm so in love with what we were

I'm not breathing I'm suffocating without you

Do you feel it too?"

Ginny could not sleep, she could not eat, and she sure as hell couldn't stop crying. "It will all get better, I'll get him back," she'd tell herself even though she didn't believe her own words.

"Maybe you should just apologize?" Hermione suggested.

"And say what? 'Sorry Harry. I'm sorry I didn't trust your heart and I accused you of cheating on me with Cho.' Honestly, Hermione! Even the most unintelligent person could tell you it wouldn't work," Ginny retorted.

"She does have a point you know," Ron chimed in toward Hermione. "And besides, he has it set in his mind. He's never going to forgive her."

"Great Ron, now look what you've done!" Hermione yelled at Ron as more tears started streaming down Ginny's already tear-stained face.

She couldn't take the torture anymore. She had to go find Harry. Ginny had to look into his eyes—those beautiful, electrifying, green eyes—and apologize.

She walked into the common room, only hesitating a bit. She saw him lounging by the fire and braced herself; This was her chance. "Harry?" she called out to him from across the room. He didn't respond. "Harry, will you please talk to me?" She called out once more as she started walking closer to where he was sitting. No answer. He didn't even acknowledge her presence.

She sat alone in her window, pondering what to do as she gazed into the soft moonlight. "Maybe I could write him a letter? This way, I can at least have the opportunity to figure out what I'll say to him. And he might read it, because it doesn't require talking to me." She had it figured out: Her solution. Ginny found a piece of spare parchment and a quill; she began writing.

"Dear Harry,

I know I'm not your favorite person in the world right now (I don't blame you.), but could you please just read this? I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for not trusting you and I'm sorry for being a horrible girlfriend. I love you so much and you're the only one I'll ever love this way. The thing is I loved you so much that it scared me and I became paranoid that I'd lose you to your past. Please, just please forgive me. I want another chance, a chance to prove to you how much I really do love and trust you.

Deepest Apologies,

Ginny"

Ginny sighed to herself as she strolled up to the owlery the next morning. She attached her little roll of parchment to the leg of a tawny owl that seemed eager to have a job. "Make sure he gets this A.S.A.P. and keep pecking him until he reads it, if you must," Ginny whispered to the owl.

Around dinnertime that evening, Ginny was in the Gryffindor common room practicing her Transfiguration. She was alone as everyone else was in the Great Hall eating their supper. Tears were still streaming down her face as she tried to turn her parrot into a goblet. She hoped to death that the owl she had entrusted delivered the letter to Harry; She wished even more that he had read it.

Just as the thought was haunting her, the same owl she had asked to deliver her message flew to the window in the room. The window was slightly cracked open, but not enough so that the poor owl could fit through. "Did he write back?" She asked the owl as she opened the window. The owl hooted loudly as he landed on the table where Ginny had been working. He stuck his leg out so that Ginny could untie the roll of parchment. "Thanks," she said as she gave the owl a treat.

Bracing herself, Ginny sat down once more at the table where the future of her relationship would be determined. She took a deep breath and unrolled the paper.

"Dear Ginny,

I know that you are sorry and I understand how you felt. A few years ago I probably would have believed your assumptions were true, that I fancied Cho in the place of you. However I entrusted you with my heart, my love. That love has been flung back into my face by false accusations from the one person I was supposed to love and trust above all others.

It will take me time, but I may be able to eventually forgive you. But some things will never be the same; will never go back to normal.

We can't go back to the way we were, and for this I apologize to you. I can't have my heartbroken the way it was again, and I can't even risk it.

Deepest Regrets,

Harry"

Tears of pain, heartbreak, and regret poured out of Ginny's cheeks. She didn't care how she would look to anyone who entered the room to find her bawling. Honestly, she couldn't care less what anyone else thought of her right now. She had lost the love of her life… and she'd never get him back.

"'Cause I can't fake

And I can't take

But it's my heart that's about to break

I'm on my knees

Watch me bleed

Would you listen, please?"

Lyrics—1 & 2 Ashlee Simpson