He never looked at me like he looked at her. In the six months we have been together, he never looked at me like that. He never knew I'd catch their "secret" looks to each other. Even when she started dating my brother, they'd share secret looks.

Things were fine for a month, tops, after she started dating Ron. She was paying more attention to him, Harry paid more attention to me. We were "one big happy Weasley family", I suppose you could say. Soon, the fights between her and Ron had gotten worse.

She'd scream "I thought you would be more sensitive, Ronald!"

He'd yell back, "Sensitive?! What the bloody hell do you think I am, Hermione? A bloody puff?"

These fights would take place in the Common Room.

"Honestly, Ronald!" she'd huff, and she would storm up to the girls' dormitories.

Harry would never say anything, but his eyes told me he wanted to hit my brother. I could see anger in them. I have never seen that look, but he didn't say anything to Ron. After a quick kiss goodnight, Harry went to his dormitory, and I went to mine.

It wasn't the first time I caught them in the Common Room.

I left my room because I couldn't sleep, and I took my copy of Chasing, The Quaffle, and You to read by the fire. It was around one in the morning, and I saw them on the couch. They didn't notice me, and I wish they had.

Harry was resting his head on Hermione's shoulder, and she was stroking his hair. They were both in their pajamas, and they weren't talking. They never talked. I heard a sniffle, and I thought Hermione was crying. I was wrong.

It was Harry.

Harry never cried around me, and I knew it must have been some kind of boy thing not to cry in front of your girlfriend. But he was crying with her. It offended me in a way. I mean, here were Harry and Hermione sharing an intimate moment with one another, not with me or Ron.

I went back to my dormitory, and I cried. I did every time.

The next morning, I met Harry in the Common Room, and we went to breakfast. He was acting his normal way- talking about Quidditch, did I like the new broom models, what were my plans at Christmas. The usual. He acted like nothing had happened with Hermione.

Hermione and Ron were at breakfast already, and she was commenting on his eating habits.

"Ronald, eat less! You're making a mess!"

"Hermione, for the love of Merlin, call me 'Ron'!" he yelled, mouth partially full. "I'll bloody well eat how I like!"

"You're so stubborn, Ronald!" She was angry, and she got up and left.

"How those two even could stay in a relationship is beyond me," Harry said.

"What would you care?" I asked.

"They're my best friends, Ginny," he said, simply. "I hate their petty arguments and fights."

And I hate you crying with Hermione and telling her things you don't tell me, I said to myself.

In the six months we have been together, I have told him I loved him. He shook his head and said, "No, Ginny, you don't. It's infatuation."

He was right, I later realized, but I didn't care.

"Don't you love me, Harry?" I had asked him, and he shook his head.

"I care for you," he had said.

He was always so brutally honest.

I went down to the Common Room a few nights later, and I saw he and Hermione together. This time, they were talking.

"...for everything, Hermione."

"Harry, I'm here for you. I'll always will be here for you. I know that this is difficult for you, everything you've gone through and will go through is too much for anyone."

"I'm scared, Hermione."

"I know, Harry. It's only human."

He shifted so that his head was in her lap. She stared into the fire, and I saw a tear run down her cheek.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"I..." He hesitated. "It's not easy to say. Bloody hell, I just can't bring myself to say it--"

"Shh," she said, softly. "I know, Harry. I love you, too."

"But, probably not like I...l-love you."

"No. I do in the exact same way," she said. The tears had stopped.

"You're the first person to really, erm, l-love me."

She smiled. "I do, Harry. I do, I do."

I had it. I didn't care about anything at that moment, except to end this "fluffy" little moment. I got up from my step, and I marched in there. They both stood up.

"Ginny?" Harry looked dumbstruck.

"Gin, we--"

I slapped her. Hermione was taller than me, but I was far stronger. I had hit her so hard, she fell to the floor. She was holding her cheek and looked up at me with shock.

Bloody hell, what have I done?

I just hit the first true best friend I ever had. That wasn't like me to be violent, but part of me could have cared less.

Harry started, "Ginny, I--"

"What's going on?" someone asked behind me. It was Ron.

Hermione was on her feet, a large red mark on her face. Ron got red in the face, and he stormed over to Harry and shoved him.

"Why the fuck did you hit my girlfriend!?" he demanded.

"I didn't hit her!" Harry yelled back. "I would never abuse her like that!"

"I hit her, Ron," I said, quietly.

Ron rounded on me. "What the fuck, Ginny? You can't go around hitting people like that!"

"She and Harry were getting cozy on the couch!" I screamed at him. "Going behind our fucking backs, telling each other how they love each other!"

Ron returned his anger to Harry, and he punched him. "Ronald!" Hermione screamed. It more in anger than in a scared way.

"What the fuck is going on!?" he demanded, his neck and ears getting just as red at his face.

"I love Hermione, okay?" Harry said, holding his jaw where Ron hit him. He didn't stumble the words, and he was confident in his words. "I love her. She means everything to me. I'd risk everything for her! That's more that you can say, Ron!"

"What about me, Harry?" I demanded. "I mean nothing to you?"

"I'm sorry, Ginny. But..." he sighed. "But...Hermione's more important to me."

"You can't do this to us," Ron said to the both of them.

"All you ever did was berate me, make me feel like I was worthless, and everything that meant anything to me was stupid to you, Ronald!" Hermione screamed. She was angry, not sad, and her fists were balled up at her sides. Not one tear left her eyes. "Harry makes me feel important! Harry has risked his life for me before! Harry listens to me! Harry makes feel like I am important!"

"Then why the bloody hell did the two of you started dating me and Ginny?" Ron demanded.

I saw the look on Harry's face, and I understood. "You two wanted to get over one another," I said, quietly.

They nodded. "I didn't want Hermione in danger," Harry said. "I couldn't-- I couldn't--"

"Lose me," Hermione said, finishing his sentence.

"But you'd risk me," I said.

"Not like that, Ginny," Harry said. "Voldemort--" Ron winced, and so did I. "--would have gone after someone I loved." He sighed. "I didn't...I didn't--" He didn't want to say it, so I did.

"Love me," I said.

He only nodded.

"So this it how it ends," I said, weakly.

"I'm sorry, Ginny." Harry turned his gaze to Ron. "I'm sorry, Ron, for everything."

"Fine," Ron said, crossing his arms. "Take Hermione. Take everything from me! She was--" he stopped.

"She was the one thing you had and I didn't," Harry said, calmly. "She's not a trophy, Ron. She'll never be a trophy."

"You wrong," Ron said. "I never...Never..."

"You were always jealous of Harry," Hermione said. "Ron, I'm sorry, but...but I love Harry."

Her calling him "Ron" calmed him down. Ron gave them one last look, and he left the room. Harry looked at me.

"I'm very sorry, Ginny."

I swallowed. "Don't be. Just...Just..."

I left it with that. I went up to my dormitory, and I cried myself to sleep.