Author's Note: Continuation after not being bothered for so long. I guess it's been annoying me. I hope it's not as soppy as last time. Again apologies for italics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Ginny Weasley. Or even Cho Chang.
Because of You
To Callum,
It's Ginny. Yes I did get your letter. I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to worry you, or the other two.
Thing is, when I told Cho I wouldn't mind writing to you, it probably sounded a lot more optimistic than how I was—and am—feeling.
You say they haven't told you much about me, more like what I'm like, and not my experiences.
So I have a confession to make. It may sound totally stupid, but I don't care—you can think what you think.
I don't know how to say this, but… Ah well. I'll just say. Say it how it is. Honest is the best policy, my dad always used to say.
OK, here goes: I like, liked, used to like—whatever—Harry. Ever since I was 10 and he was 11. It was just a crush then, though. Nothing happened and in his fifth year—my fourth—he went out with Cho, though I know he'd liked her since his third year. Inside it was horrible for me… you can imagine. OK, probably not. I don't know. But regardless. The pair broke up later that year, and in Harry's sixth year we started going out. Yes, I thought. My dream has come true. Only Harry wanted to go off chasing Voldemort, and we broke up at the end of the year. Hurrah—not.
Then Harry defeated Voldemort, big surprise. Don't think I wasn't glad—I was, very glad, but all that mattered to me at the time was Harry himself. 'Course, by the time that I was ready to come clear and go out with him again, he'd gone off to play Quidditch. Soon he became a big Quidditch star—famous, talented, good-looking as he was I knew girls would be more than willing to go out with him.
So I wrote him a letter, explaining my feelings. I was in love. Truly in love. It was a soppy letter, but it came from the heart. From the soul. And then… then, I got a letter back from him. Saying about his and Cho's engagement. Very sorry, Ginny, but although you're my friend I like someone else. Great, huh. But I tried to cope, tried really really hard. I'm trying now. It's been—what, two months? Yeah. Those two months could be a small fragment of somebody's life, but for me they were my life.
OK, back to the point. About the letter you sent me. Look I'm sorry, Callum, but… I'm not over him. Not yet. I don't know how long it will be, but I know that at the moment I'm in love with him and going out with some surfer dude isn't going to make things any better. It's not just in my mind; I really do love him. Try to understand that.
Ginny.