Title: Outcast

Summary: Love is like riding a broomstick. Some people are addicted to it and others just can't seem to get the hang of it.

Disclaimer: I own the plot, which makes me very happy.

A/N: Been very busy with holidays and my boyfriend and didn't have so much time to update. I am truly sorry that I don't get to spend so much time online anymore but I promise that I will definitely finish all my stories!

A/N2: Part of this chapter is in Ginny's perspective. It might seem jumbled, confused, but you have to bear in mind that Ginny just found out how & why everything happened. So the confusy thingy is on purpose.

She smiled bravely, both fearing and anticipating the next moment. Whatever happened, it couldn't be worse than the tauntings she had had to endure the entire year. Recognition, even if it came in the form of a rejection was far better than the ghostlike life she had been forced to live.

For one second she thought that Ginny was going to smile, but when the redhead hid her eyes before storming off she realised she was wrong. A deafening silence followed. Then a chair moved, a boy got up. He looked at her; green confused eyes meeting regretful brown ones.

"Seeing that kiss from this point of view was even more disgusting...but at least you've finally had the guts to admit this whole thing was your fault."

As Harry walked out of the Great Hall to find Ginny, Hermione slowly turned her head to Ron. Many people did the same. The seconds that passed before he reacted – she started to fear he would not react at all – felt like an eternity. Then he nodded almost invisibly, before stuffing his mouth with mashed potatoes.

Ginny's POV

I ran. Blindly. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care as long as I was alone. Seeing her kissing him, well it was almost as bad as the first time. I remembered thinking he'd been cheating on me. He had kissed back after all. It took Ron a few months to convince me that Harry had never been after her. That he'd only had eyes for me and that I had been downright stupid to believe anything like that. Of course, by then it had been too late to patch things up. Not to mention that I was too stubborn to even smile at him. Us playing Quidditch together didn't make that any easier. I respected him as captain and as a seeker, but as a person...well he just hadn't been as perfect as I had drawn him up in my dreams.

But that's just it, isn't it? People can't be perfect. If you expect them to be they'll only end up failing you in the end. I had to stop dreaming and realise what was in front of me. I had to accept that I too had made a mistake, had misjudged him, and I should go and talk to him. Not to see if he wanted me back, that'd be insane to expect, but well...

As I slowed down to a walking pace I wondered about Hermione. Maybe she too had made a mistake. Maybe she hadn't realised that kissing Harry would be so bad – Ron had told me she'd been drunk that evening, not that it changed anything! – and she hadn't meant to hurt us. Maybe, just maybe, she had been feeling just as bad as I had. I still disliked her, if not for the kiss she had given Harry then for the utterly idiotic manner in which she had come up to us the next morning, pretending that everything was alright. Hah, I sure showed her didn't I!

As I was lost in thought I had come to a halt in front of the Room of Requirement. Curious as to why it had appeared and what I would be shown inside, my hand reached out for the doorknob.

"Gin"

I tensed, my hand grasping air instead of metal. Why had he followed me here? Did he come to take advantage of my vulnerability? I turned around, trying to seek out his eyes to find the truth. He smiled, hesitatingly stepping towards me.

"I..."

My hand came to a rest at my side as I tried to find the right words, or any words, to tell him exactly how I felt. Problem was, I didn't know how I felt.

"I love you"

He stated simply, though it must have taken him a lot of courage to admit something like that at a time like this.

"I always have. Even when you treated me like a cheater. I just...I guess I was too proud, too stubborn..."

"Me too"

I admitted softly, my eyes starting to water again.

"I couldn't admit that it had been my fault too. That I should have trusted you."

I wasn't sure why I was suddenly blurting this out, why I had chosen this moment to speak up. Perhaps it did have something to do with Hermione admitting the truth; it did stir up many emotions, that much was sure. Part of me felt bad for acknowledging the fact that Hermione influenced me, my insides squirmed and I fought against what I was doing, saying. The other part needed to speak up. Needed to finally speak the truth. Had longed for a moment like this to come for a very long time.

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