A lover once spurned, may never love again.
A heart once broken, may never recover.
A friend once lost, may never return.
How many years had it been? Four maybe five she thought to herself, and that had just been since he had left. Since the event that had caused him to leave it had been much, much longer. In fact, it was eight years to the day.
Eight years since he had found out what that silly little girl had done. Eight years since he had run out of that house. Eight years since he had left their life's. Her life.
Eight Years Previously
It had all happened so fast. She had woken up that morning, just like any normal morning; a quick stretch, throw back the curtains and look out across the wheat fields surrounding the house. Then she would shuffle around the room looking for something to just quickly put on to wear to breakfast. Eventually she would find something, normally a pair of old slacks and a baggy t-shirt or hoodie.
Now ready for her breakfast she would slowly walk to the door, swinging it open, in a daft attempt to make her morning routine seem more energetic and to at least make it seem as though she was almost awake. Then she'd slowly stroll down the steps, in no hurry or rush, just taking her time as she slowly came out of her slumber.
Reaching the bottom of the steps normally she slowly open the kitchen door, listening to the sounds of Mrs. Weasley bustling round preparing breakfast. However that morning had been different, the sound of bacon frying and the kettle boiling, had been replaced by the soft snuffles and cries of someone obviously upset. But who?
Mrs. Weasley never cried, or at least no-one had ever seen her. Mr. Weasley always stayed in bed on weekends, as did the rest of the Weasley males. So that left only Harry and Ginny, which problem meant the tears were because of something the other had done.
Stealing herself for what was to come, Hermione slowly and tentatively opened the door, to see Ginny hunched over the table, her head in her hands. Hermione watched as Ginny's body shuddered with every sob. Something really bad must have happened for her to get in such a state. She knew Harry would never do something to hurt Ginny this badly so it had to be something Ginny had done, and perhaps the way Harry had reacted was the thing that had obviously upset Ginny so badly.
And yes that was what it was, after only minutes Hermione realised what the stupid girl had done, she had done it again, cheated on her Harry, and seems as though finally after having forgiven her so many times Harry had finally snapped, and told her where to stick her excuses. Something she had felt he should have done months ago the first time Ginny had cheated. Instead in his typically Harry manner he had forgiven her, damn noble boy, he had once again ignored his own suffering to prevent another's.
As soon as she had worked this out Hermione's demeanour went straight from comforting friend to someone Ginny should fear, many in the wizard world had already discovered the consequences of angering the now famous Miss. Granger, a certain Draco Malfoy being top of that list. A list which Ginny Weasley would soon be joining.
"Why the hell did you do it you stupid bint?" Hermione screamed at the sobbing redhead "Was his love not enough?" Then she her voice twisted bitterly "Or was it just his money and fame you were interested in?"
At that Ginny stopped crying and just whimpered, she was truly terrified of this Hermione, the normally calm and quite reserved girl was now easily justifying her reputation as one of the most fearsome witches in the world.
"Well are you going answer you silly little girl?" Hermione glared accusingly.
"No" Ginny whimpered before once again breaking down into tears
"Well then why did you do it you harpy? What did you expect him to do? Forgive you like every other time?" And with that Hermione collapsed into one of the chairs as it all hit her properly. Her Harry was gone and would be unlike to ever come back.
Back to the present
All those years ago she'd been right, Harry Potter had rarely been spotted since with rare sightings across the world, a loss the wizarding world had taken badly but none more than herself. She has become more withdrawn into her books, Harry's carefree adventurous attitude to life being badly missed in her now bland and boring one.
She had mailed him numerous times but the owls always came back having never found their intended recipient. Something which had long puzzled her, for Harry to trick the owls was advanced magic and something he had definitely not learnt at Hogwarts, her friend was obviously taking life a tad more seriously and making the most of hi9s potential at last. That was a plus at least, though it didn't stop her heart longing for him.
Over the years she had come to realise Harry really was the only one she had ever really loved, Ron well with Ron her love for him had always been as a brother. But Harry, with Harry she had something special, and that stupid little girl had ruined it all.
Ginny Weasley sat alone wallowing in her own despair, she now lived by herself in a tiny flat above one of the shops in Diagon Alley, it was cold and cramped but was all she could afford on her measly salary as a shop girl at Madame Malkin's Robes.
Her family had long since caring what happened to her, after Harry had walked out on her they had all turned on her, admitting they would have done it long before had Harry not persuaded them otherwise.
Life had really gone down the pan for her, and what completely tore her apart was that it was all her own fault. It wasn't like she could even go to any of her lovers from the past, not long after Harry left when she tried to get help from them all readily admitted they had just been with her for the sex and nothing more.
Everything had fallen apart from Ginny Weasley and there was nothing she could do about it.
First update in ages of any story in ages, tbh probably gonna stop altogether soon, just too much work with college. So if anyone's interested in anything...(doubtful as i admit they're not great)