Disclaimer: Characters and Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, not me, no matter how much I want them to.

A/N: Just a one shot based on the song 'One of Us' by Abba. I had intended to use this song for a Ron/Hermione fic, but it just seemed to fit Harry/Ginny. How Ginny felt when Harry had left, putting on a brave face when deep down she was falling apart.

Ginny turned in her bed aggressively, kicking the covers off her bed accidently. Sighing loudly, Ginny sat up and grabbed her covers off the floor and snuggled back down into them. Before long, she found herself in the same situation. Ginny stuck her head out of the hangings around her bed in the dorm room to see her fellow sixth years fast asleep. Ginny had actually been hoping to find one of them awake and up for a late night/early morning girlie chat. But apparently not. Ginny was having guy trouble. Since Harry had left to do whatever he had to do, Ginny's ex boyfriends seemed to think that she was back on the market and had attempted to rekindle their relationships. Ginny had of course declined, she had tasted heaven and wanted to wait until he returned, which she was sure he would.

And yet the boys weren't giving up. Sure Ginny had enjoyed the relationships whilst they lasted, but those 'great romances' had just passed her by. 'Great romances' Ginny scoffed at herself. She could hardly call them that; they were more like 'Satisfactory flings'. And yet when Ginny thought of her one true 'great romance' she felt robbed. Robbed of everything that could have been over this past year, all the lost moments between them. And he had done that. He had robbed her of her rightful chances. She knew that even if she had demanded he take her along with them, he would have declined. He broke up with her to keep her safe. The picture had seemed so clear when they were together, everything was so easy. After he had left, she had wept for a day before feeling silly and pulling herself together. She felt stronger now. She felt stronger knowing that he was out there trying to protect the entire wizarding world, and that she was helping to protect those in Hogwarts. It wasn't much, she thought solemnly, but at least she was helping. She hoped that he knew that she and the others were trying to help.

She had known deep down that their relationship wouldn't last with Voldemort alive, that one of them would have to end it at some point, and it was him that had dealt the blow. Now it was different, everything was different. Ginny felt a sudden surge of anger towards him, yet she knew she couldn't stay angry at him for long. He had kept her away from the heat and the action. Trying to protect her like she had been protected her entire life.

Ginny felt a lone tear fall from her eye and down the side of her face. She wiped it away, trying to compose herself. She never let anyone see her cry. She wanted him to know that one of them was crying. That one of them was, at that moment, lying in a lonely bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing she were somewhere else instead. She wished he knew that one of them was lonely. That one of them was only waiting for the other to call their name and that one of them was feeling sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small, wishing he had never left at all.

Ginny had no idea of knowing that somewhere, out in the wilderness, one of them was feeling exactly the same way.