J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. The end.
"Harry wants me back."
"But I love you more than Harry, and I treat you better than he does."
"But Neville, I really don't…"
"Don't what?" Neville looked into Ginny's brown eyes with longing. "You don't what, Ginny?" He grabbed her hand.
Ginny pulled her hand away from his. "I don't love you, Neville."
Neville began crying. "But I love you."
Ginny stood up. "In order for love to work, I have to love you back. And I don't. I love Harry."
"And I suppose he explained why he was cheating on you, why he hit you, why he called you those names?"
"Yes, he did. He's under a lot of stress, Neville. A lot. With everything dealing with You-Know-Who, and his classes, and everything else, he's just having lots of problems lately."
"I would never let my problems effect how I treated you."
"That's just it, Neville. You give me everything I want. Maybe you need to tell me no sometimes."
"But I can't tell you no. You deserve to have everything you want." Neville wiped away his tears. "Everything," he repeated.
"Maybe that's true, Neville. Maybe it is," Ginny sighed. "But… Maybe it's not. Maybe you're not what I need. Maybe I don't need what I want."
"But then again maybe you do."
"What I need, Neville, is Harry." With that, Ginny walked away into Harry's arms, where, according to J.K. Rowling, she belonged.
Okay, so I know some of you are disappointed. I hate to tell you that I lost interest in this story over the summer, and I only finished it because I felt I was obligated to. After all, people do read this. Review, rant, whatever. But don't ask me to continue it please!