A/N: Sorry this took so long. I actually already have chapters two and three done but I wanted to post them up with time in between cause I'm still stuck on chapter four. I just have to sit myself down and write. If you guys are interested the real version of this story is on my fiction press account (I go under the same name and the story title is "Feeling the Tears". It's a short one for English class). Oh and just telling everyone. This is a fanfiction so please keep your minds open. Everyone is entitled to their own creative license even if the characters are already created for them and I already stated that this story has absolutely noting to do with the book. But whatever… I just hope you enjoy. Cheers!
Chapter Two: And that I'll always care
Later that night I curled up in a chair staring into the fire. It felt like a dream. Harry and I had been going out since I was a fifth year, he a burly sixth year, and now one year later we were apart. I remembered how we never wanted to be separated but now it seemed as if he wanted to be as far away from me as possible. As for his mistress, the one he cheated on me with, I already know who that was. I would've known even without everybody talking about it. It was quite obvious that he was fond of Cho Chang and that he always was. Sure she had left the year before, which made me extremely happy, but her reappearance at the three broomsticks the last few Hogsmaede trips made me uneasy. Seeing the way they talked as I sat at the table awaiting for him to join me, trying to hold his attention long enough, but failing horribly,
I was shaken out of my reverie by a hand on my shoulder. Jumping a little I turned to see a mousy looking boy standing next to me. Colin Creevey was in my year and he was probably the best guy friend I would be able to find. He looked at me, caringly as he said, "How are you Ginny?"
Trying to appear happy I said, "Great, never better." But as Colin's concerning eyes bore into me I sighed and said, "Alright, I feel horrible. I don't know what I did to deserve this."
"You did nothing," Colin said abruptly. "It's Harry's loss, not yours."
Silent tears started to pour from my eyes and I quickly wiped each one away.
"Ginny," Colin said pulling a chair over and sitting across from me. "I know this is hard but you have to get over him."
"I can't Colin. I still- I still love him." With that the tears came more rapidly and I just gave up trying to stop them. Colin held my hands and said, "Remember our first year here Ginny? Remember how you were madly in love with him, as you are now? Remember how I was just as crazy about him?"
"Yes, but why are you-?"
"Because I'm trying to prove that you got along without him than so you can get along without him now. Sure good things came out of your obsessing over him. We became friends because of him, but as it was then is still is now, just the two of us."
As I stared into Colin's eyes I felt warmed by his concern and the tears stopped their steady flow. I stood up and said, "You're right Colin, I should be able to move on and instead of wallowing in misery I should just try to keep busy. Thanks a bunch. I'm going to bed now." And walking towards the girl dorms I left Colin sitting there. That night it took me ages to fall asleep. I kept what Colin had said in my head but words that Harry had said earlier that day kept making me want to hurt someone.
One way I got through that night was keeping in my mind that Ron would help me through all this. How many times I had remembered my older brother threatening Harry if he had ever hurt me. Of course then Harry and had just laughed and reassured him that he would never hurt me, which turned out to be a lie. But when I went down for breakfast the next morning Ron and Harry were as chummy as ever. Hermione, on the other hand, left them to come and sit with me.
"Hey Ginny, how are you feeling?"
"Oh pretty good," I said with a small smile. Deep down I kind of wanted people to stop asking me that.
"Well that's good. It's really amazing how well you're doing. I mean after all that happened."
"Yeah, but I've been thinking. He really didn't do too much damage. I mean," I began to laugh; "it's not as if he had sex with her or anything.
Hermione, though, stared at me in disbelief.
"What?" I asked curiously,
"You mean… he didn't tell you?"
"Tell me wha-" but the words didn't even escape my mouth when I realized what she meant. "You've got to be joking!"
But Hermione shook her head. "I'm sorry Ginny, I thought you knew." I could feel the tears about to over flow from my eyes but I held them back.
"You mean he-?" Hermione nodded. "While we-?" Again she nodded with an angry look in her eyes.
"Why do you think I'm not talking to him or Ron? They seem to think of it as a great accomplishment or something."
I stood up. I had to get out of there. Not really aware that I had run out of the Great Hall so quickly, I only fully realized I was running up the marble steps when I heard my name being called.
"Ginny!"
Turning around I saw Harry running after me. I whipped out my wand and, even though tears were obscuring my vision, was about to hex him. He stopped.
"Ginny, now calm down."
"I trusted you!" I yelled, furious.
"Ginny, you don't know what you're doing."
"I think I know quite well what I'm doing!"
"Ginny, please."
I stared at him, tears flowing freely now. My breathing was coming out heavily. Then I realized that he wasn't worth it. I lowered my arm. I just needed to think some more, no matter how much I hated to think about it, I know I had to. I put my wand back in my robes, looked at him one last time and continued to walk up the marble stair case.
