Chapter Seven

Ginny had pulled Harry into her and Hermione's dormitory. Not because it was easy -as it was quite difficult for her to do- but because Harry needed to have something suitable to wear.

Especially undergarments for women.

Her brown eyes watched Harry's nervous gaze around the slightly smaller room and sighed.

What she didn't need was Harry wandering away in her mind. She watched her and waited. Waited for the tears to fall. But it didn't.

Harry was too prideful for that. Like a true Gryffindor, if anyone was placed in the situation but she needed a comforting hand. Someone that would still be able to treat her the same.

Someone treating Harry the same.

But whenever she looked at hi-her all she could see was the wariness. And Hermione was not helping with her silence.

She was not helping.

Maybe she could take her out to the Quidditch pitch in the hopes of letting herself be free from the chains of the Wizarding World.

Or maybe...she could more than likely still be her friend. Because there was no way that this could be fixed without permanent damage being placed on her mind.

"Are you happy?" Ginny asked suddenly. "That you are different?"

Harry stopped. Her green eyes hard. "No. I am still the same. I am still me. Just..."

"I understand."

"Do you?" Harry sighed. "Because I feel too damn much right now."

Ginny laughed.

The date could wait.