I, Ginny Weasley, have nothing against Harry and Susan being together.

I really don't. I'm fine with it. Perfectly fine. I am.

For that reason, I am perfectly fine as I watch them do that nauseating lovey dovey couple shit in front of me. Even if Harry and I were supposed to be doing our homework together in the library until Miss Perfect came crashing in because "Oh gosh Harry, I just missed you so much!".

I'm fine, see? I'm fine seeing them exchange happy smiles. I'm fine seeing Susan peck Harry on the cheek. I'm fine seeing her sitting way too close to him and flipping her perfect non-ginger hair girlishly. I'm fine seeing him being fine with it. I'm fine even if Harry was about to help me with my schoolwork but has now completely forgotten that I exist. It's fine. I'm fine. Even if their loud whispers are distracting me. I'm perfectly fi-

I smashed the quill against the table so hard that I accidentally bent the metal tip. Yeah, accidentally. You know what else is an accident, apart from my entire existence?

The fact that I had been basically carving random words into my parchment, which had become a pile of rags.

That my last ink bottle was broken and spilling all over the place because I had smashed my fist onto the table a tad too aggressively.

The cuts on my left palm from the way I had been digging my nails into it for thirty minutes straight.

What a series of unfortunate accidents, huh? I looked up and noticed Harry and Susan were staring at me. I laughed awkwardly and got up, shoving my things into my book bag. Including the loose ink on the table.

"Oh, look at the time!" I spared a glance at the nonexistent watch on my wrist. "I've got to go...milk the cows?"

What in Merlin's sweet name is coming out of my mouth?

"Yeah, er...goodbye then!"

I sprinted out of the room, ignoring people's stares as the blood from my hand dripped behind me.

Yeah, I'm definitely okay.