DISCLAIMER!! IS J.K. ROWLING'S, NOT MINE. YEAH. SO THERE. YOU NOW HAVE YOUR DISCLAIMER. YEAH.
I don't know what to do. I miss Harry, but I know he's no good for me. I talk to Neville almost daily about Harry, and he tells me things about Harry that makes me not want to even look at Harry ever again. I just… don't know what to do…
Ginny, sitting in the Gryffindor common room, looked up from her journal and saw Hermione approaching. "Hermione, what would you do if you were me?"
Hermione looked thoughtful. "What do you mean, what would I do?"
"With the Harry situation."
"Oh."
Ginny patiently waited for Hermione's answers while fiddling with a burn hole in her sleeve. Ginny couldn't tell if it was a new hole that she had made or if it was one that had been there when her robes were purchased.
"I would just ignore him for a while."
"Ignore him." Ginny gave Hermione a blank stare. "How can I ignore him when I can't stop thinking about him?"
"I can't answer that, Ginny. You'll have to figure that out for yourself."
Ginny sighed heavily. "Of course I have to figure that out for myself. I always have to figure stuff out for myself." She got out of her chair and began to walk to her dormitory, but turned around again to talk to Hermione. However, instead of Hermione, she came face-to-face with Ron.
"Heard about what Harry did to you," he muttered.
"And?" Ginny prompted him to continue.
"You know how I feel about him now, ever since…" Ron trailed off. The previous year, Ron had found himself smitten with one Draco Malfoy, but Harry didn't appreciate having a bisexual best friend. Needless to say, Harry quickly "got rid" of Ron's friendship.
"Yeah, I know. I guess this makes you right about him, huh?" Ginny sat back down in her seat and propped her head in her hands. Ron slumped his lanky frame into the chair beside her.
"I guess. I'm not bragging or anything, but you know how I felt about the two of you dating. I'm actually glad that it's over between the two of you, but I hate seeing you so sad."
Ginny nodded her head, not really listening. A tear rolled down her cheek. Ron, unable to handle his sister's tears, stood up awkwardly and mumbled an excuse about going to the library or something. Ginny curled up into a ball and ared blankly into the fire until it had gotten too late to stay up.