Harry's POV
Ginny and Dean. Ginny and Dean kissing. Queue killer Harry. I can't see straight, my breathing is laboured. I ran out of there as soon as I could, flopping down on my bed. Silent tears slid down my face. Ginny. This was Ginny, I'm not supposed to have feelings for...
"Harry?" a familiar voice whispered.
I refused to move my face, mostly because I know I had tear stains tracking down my cheeks.
"Harry?" Ginny repeated. I remained motionless. "Harry, what's the matter?" she sat down beside me.
"Nothing, Gin." I said hoarsely.
"Harry, why are you being like this?"
If only she knew how I wanted to break away from my body at that moment, crawl into my inner shell. I couldn't answer her questioning.