Ginny felt her eyes well up with tears and blinked them back. She wouldn't cry, she wasn't some kind of child. She'd just... Cope. On her own. Without Harry.
Only how could she do that? Harry had been a part of her life, no matter how small, since her first year when he'd rescued her from Riddle's diary. She had seen Hermione and Ron crowd around him, seen the three of them go off together with their secrets, had felt that first thrill of excitement when she realised he was finally looking at her in the way she had longed for.
"God. This is," Her voice was hushed, scared. "This is not what I was expecting when I woke up this morning. I thought Harry and I were going to go to lunch with mum and dad," She smiled weakly. "Fred's back? That's really good. George must be over the moon."