Nothing belongs to me.
XLV: Clouds
She had seen it coming all year. There had been looks and little things, signs. Ginny Weasley was no idiot. So she wasn't surprised at all when Harry kissed her.
This is what she wanted…right? For the boy she'd loved half her life to love her back? Yes.
But – then why did all feel so wrong?
Where were those fireworks she ordered? And the goose bumps? The butterflies? Whatever happened to the electricity (whatever that was), the spark, the magic?
Ginny couldn't feel anything apart from Harry's chapped lips and the horrible numb that was icing her insides.
Her mind was spinning out of her control, and she felt sick to her stomach.
She pulled away.
Around her the common room erupted into loud cheers, hoots, and whistles, but the whine of panic inside Ginny's head prevented her from making much sense of it all.
"Ginny?"
This was not happening.
"Ginny?"
"Wha-?"
Harry gestured towards the portrait hole. "I said, 'D'you want to go for a walk'?"
No, she couldn't possibly – "O-okay." – say yes…
It was an awkward walk, and an even more awkward talk.
Ginny only listened to half of what he had to say. She half heartedly agreed when he asked her to be his girlfriend, and almost immediately she regretted her quick defeat.
"I have to go to the, uh, bathroom." she told Harry the second they returned to the castle. He simply nodded.
Ginny was grateful for the excuse, as long as she didn't have to hold Harry's hand anymore.
Her legs carried her into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. It had been years since she had set foot in this place.
No one would think to find her here.
Ginny crossed over to the unused sinks, staring morosely into the grimy mirror.
"I'm supposed to be happy! Like – like I'm floating on some clouds!"
She slammed her hand against the sink, employing a few choice swear words that would make even Ron proud.
Ginny would never realize that she wasn't alone.