Hey guys! It's me! Remeber me? O.K. well, i am soooo sorry this took so long but my computer is evil and has been ploting the end of this story, but i have finally won the battle. Hope you like! I know its short but my next idea needs its own chapter.

I awoke that morning with sleep in my eyes. I rolled over and tried to return to what little peace I had found in my dreams but I was not blessed with sleep that morning. Damn my internal clock. Slowly I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Looking over at the clock I could see that it was around 10.

"Saturday," I said to no one unparticular. I felt retched. I wanted to go back under the covers and die but that was not in the plan. I was over Harry Potter thus I could not possibly feel this way. I was done. Through. It was over. But if I was over him, why was my heart still breaking from our fight the night before. I small sob escaped my lips but I ignored my bleeding heart. I stood up and walked over to my trunk.

Sorting through my trunk was always a dangerous endeavor but one that I partook in often. I sifted through many pairs of socks and shirts before I found what I was looking for. They were a pair of faded jeans. They were torn on the right pocket and had holes in the knees. They smelled like Harry. These were the pants I was wearing the day he asked me out. I turned them over and looked at the back.

"There it is," I said quietly. On the back pocket was a little embroidered heart made out of red thread. I put that heart there the night I said yes. I went back to my room and sewed the heart on my pants. That heart was for Harry. Now it was meant for Roger.

I looked in my trunk one more time and came up with a silk halter top, red. It was bright and happy. I hoped that the color might rub off on my attitude. Picking up the clothes I fled to the bathroom. I quickly hopped in the shower and turned the water as hot as it could go. I inched toward the stream slowly so I wasn't scalded and I began to cry. I looked out from behind the shower curtain and I could see my pants. The pants I loved so much lying on the floor. No love in them. They were just pants. The love that was in them that one night left them when Harry broke up with me.

I rubbed my eyes again and wrapped a towel around me. Climbing out of the shower, I quickly dried my hair and brushed it out. I put on light pink makeup and a necklace with a small silver heart on it. Hermione had given me that heart after Harry dumped me. It hurt, but at the same time, that heart made me feel like Harry was close to me. I pulled on the jeans. They fit tightly, like love should.

I finished dressing and choked back tears as I looked in the mirror. I looked beautiful, but not for Harry. These clothes had been meant for Harry alone, but now they were going to some other guy. I took one last look and ran out of the bathroom. I dashed through the commonroom and out the portrait hole. I was coming down the stairs when I ran into something hard.

"Ow! Dammit!" The thing cried. "Watch where your going!"

"I'm sorry!" I said quickly picking myself off of the ground.

"Ginny?" Ron said. "Oh Ginny! I'm sorry. Didn't mean to yell."

Then he paused. "Are you okay Gin? You look pretty wretched."

"I'm fine," I said quickly. "I had a late night."

"I would say so. Harry practically staid up all night waiting for you and when he finally did go to bed he was fuming about something you said. What did you do to the bloke Gin? He was devastated last night saying things like, 'She doesn't care' and 'She doesn't understand."

Harry talked about me. I was shocked but I tried not to show it.

"Harry and I had a bit of an argument last night. I don't want to talk about it Ron. I'll see you around."

With that I quickly ran into the Great Hall. I looked around the Ravenclaw table for Roger but I didn't see him so I walked over to the Griffindor table. Hermione looked at me for a minute with a look of concern for my dress.

"You okay Gin?" She said.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

I sat down quickly and grabbed some eggs to avoid further interrogation. I hated lying to Hermione. I wasn't fine. I was breaking inside but she couldn't know that. She worried too much. It wasn't good for her.

I finished my toast and fled the room. I wanted to find Roger. I wanted some praise on this outfit that took me so long to put together and caused me so much pain. I found him over by the Quiditch fields. I walked over to him saying, "Never thought you would be one interested in Quiditch."

"I'm not," He said, "I was trying to figure out why it means so much to you."

"Well, my team is really important to me. I love those guys."

"You mean that guy." He said.

I didn't understand. "What guy?" I questioned.

"Harry Potter. I heard him yelling at you last night and then muffled moans. I know that you still love him. Why try and carry on this lie? Why pretend? You don't love me. You love your half-witted mudblood friend and your dumb old ex-boyfriend."

"That's a lie! I do love you!" I was so hurt. I loved this boy do much that I had struggled against my own heart to try and impress him. I loved him so much and he was accusing me of not.

Roger gave me a look that was as cold as ice. "Prove it. Prove that you love me."

I faltered underneath his gaze. I terrified me. I was stuck. "How?" I shakily asked him.

"Meet me in the Room of Requirement tonight at 8 sharp. If you don't come, I will hurt, no, I will kill your little lover boy. Yes Ginny, I am not afraid to kill Harry Potter. Do as I tell you because I know you don't want precious little greeneyes to die now do we."

He threw that last comment at me as if it was knife and it struck me right in the heart. "I will be there." I said as tears filled my eyes. How could he? He betrayed me. I hated him. I walked away and waited for my coming doom that would be 8.