The day before...
When someone's in your arms, it's easier to forget they aren't yours.
When I had Hermione in my arms, when she was hurt by Ron's stupidity, it was so easy to forget. So easy to just hug her and think she was hugging me because she loved me, and not because it felt like I was the only one who wouldn't hurt her, the only one she could trust. It was so easy to forget it wasn't me she wanted, so easy to move my head a little to the right and brush my lips past hers.
"Fuck!"
It wasn't so easy getting shoved away roughly, seeing the hurt, confused look in her brown eyes.
"Hermione…"
"No!" The brown was burning with anger. Anger and hate and betrayal.
We stood their, eyes locked, hers glaring, mine pleading.
"You've lied to me, Ginny." Her tone was distant and hard. She hated liars.
"I'm sorry! Damn it, I'm sorry Hermione, can't you see it?"
"No. No, I don't. What's happened to you, Ginny? When did it happen that you couldn't talk to me anymore? When did you change?"
"I haven't!"
But she just shook her head disgustedly. "I'd have expected this from Ron. Lavender. But never you, Ginny."
I opened my mouth and she cut me off with a jerk of her head. "Don't talk to me ever again."
And I had to watch as she turned around and left. Left the room, left me, left my world.
I don't know what to do now. I'm staring after her, at the door she'd closed without slamming, feeling my cheeks starting to itch from tears making tracks down my face.
I never cry, I think. Never so much as a quivering chin, ever, and one girl reduced me to tears.
But she's not just a girl. She's Hermione. And she hates me.
I rub my eyes and face with my palms roughly.
I try to convince myself that it's over, and I'm fine. If I don't believe it, no one else will.
And it'll work, for a while.
It'll work until I forget again.