Ginny wasn't the type of girl who needed a boyfriend to survive. She just couldn't act like that; she was strong. Ginny was a strong woman, even though she didn't like to admit it to herself. She felt that crying in front of Harry showed an emotional weakness; and weakness wasn't something she enjoyed showing. It was vulnerability. Truth is, Ginny had never felt this way about anyone. She cared for Harry more than herself, which was something she wasn't able to do with Dean Thomas, or any other past fling. She would die, without a second thought, for Harry.
It might be okay for me to be vulnerable. I mean, he wont hurt me, and I know he loves me with all that he is. It's just…
Ginny was sitting in Divination, twisting her hair and thinking about something that definitely was not Divination work.
I can't cry in front of Harry. Nothing's truly wrong—so why should I cry? I don't want him to know that I'm vulnerable, that I'm putting my whole heart on the line. He can't see my one sign of a weakness. No tears will be shed in his presence. I promise myself.
"Okay class," began Professor Trelawny. "Pull out your quills and ask your peer what their dream was last night and write down an interpretation."
Ginny turned to Luna Lovegood and asked her about her dream the previous night. It was something to do with orbs and goblins. It was something Ginny was totally uninterested in. This class needs to end… I need to see Harry.
"What was your dream last night, Ginny?" Luna asked.
"Uhm… I don't really remember," she lied. Her dream involved you-know-who torturing her love with Ginny tied to a tree, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything but watch the love of her life be tortured to death.
Tears started to well up in Ginny's eyes, but she quickly blinked them back. "Are you okay?" Luna questioned.
"Yeah, I'm fine… it must be that bloody perfume Trelawny wears."
But I'm really not okay…