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I'm tired of being with Harry. He hits me, calls me names, and now I was just told today by Neville that he cheats on me! Harry cheats on me and he has the nerve to accuse me of cheating on him? I have never had a single thought about another as long as I've been with him. Up until now.
I have no idea what's wrong with me, but every time I get around him, the air becomes tighter around me like a blanket that's trying to suffocate me. Could I… no. I couldn't possibly love him. But maybe I… no. I refuse to think about it. I love Harry. Even considering another person would be cheating in Harry's eyes. But I don't know what to do. Someone needs to help me.
"Harry we need to talk." Ginny blocked Harry from leaving the locker room after Quiddich practice.
"I'm glad you thought so, Ginny. Because we do." Harry ran his hand through his hair.
Ginny looked at Harry hesitantly and decided to just say what she had to. "I was told yesterday that you had cheated on me." There. She said it. All she had to do was wait on Harry to react.
"Yeah, I did. But that isn't what I wanted to talk about." Harry looked at Ginny with a sort of sad smile. "I'm breaking up with you."
"W-What?" Ginny stuttered.
"Yeah. I'm breaking up with you. So that's that. I really like you, Ginny. Hell, thought I loved you. But after yesterday I realized that I'm putting way too much pressure on myself, what with You-Know-Who and Quiddich and all."
Shock and sadness created waves across Ginny's face. "Um… I don't know what to say. I honestly feel like yelling at you right now, but I don't want to because that might upset you more…" she trailed off.
"I guess I'll see you around then, Ginny."
"Uh-huh." Tears slowly streamed from Ginny's eyes as she watched Harry leave her life.
Ginny plopped down beside Neville, limp as a rag doll. "He dumped me."
Neville was silent for a short span of time. "And?" he finally asked.
"And I was going to dump him, but instead he dumped me. He claims he's too stressed out." Ginny began playing with a bit of loose string on her robes. Neville grabbed her hands to make her stop and ripped the string off close to the fabric.
"I don't think he's the one that's stressed."
"Why do you say that, Neville?" Ginny's eyes began to well up. She thought she couldn't cry anymore, and here she was about to cry in front of Neville! "Why do you say he may not be the one that's stressed? Do I look stressed? Do I act stressed? What would make you say that? What?" She collapsed onto Neville's lap and began shaking vehemently with each sob that tore from her throat.
"I was just suggesting that maybe you're a bit stressed as well! Please stop crying, Ginny, people'll stare! Ginny! People are staring!" Neville wasn't used to having so many eyes on him, especially because a girl was laying on his lap crying her eyes out.
"You're worried about people staring? Here I am, pouring my heart out to you, and you're worried about people staring?" Ginny's eyes slanted to near-closed. "You're worse than him." She got up and rushed to her dormitory. Neville did likewise, eager to escape all the eyes that were suddenly on him.