𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞? (Harry potter x reader)

Chapter - 2

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-Harry's POV-

I lay sprawled on my bed in the dormitory, the soft sounds of Ron’s snores filling the otherwise silent room. It was one of those rare moments of peace that I desperately craved.

Suddenly, an owl came barreling toward the window, crashing against the glass with a loud thud. My heart raced as I recognized Hedwig, my loyal companion. She stumbled through the open window, her feathers ruffled and her wing clearly injured.

“Easy, girl,” I murmured, rushing to her side. I gently lifted her onto the bedside table, and she hooted softly, dropping a letter at my feet.

With a nod of encouragement, I coaxed her to rest, my attention shifting to the parchment.

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Dear Harry,
It’s me, Ginny. If you’re free, can you come to my dorm? I need to talk to you.
Ginny

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My heart skipped a beat. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. After everything that had transpired between us, perhaps she wanted to have a serious conversation—one that would bring clarity to the chaos swirling in my mind.

I pulled on a sweater and made my way to her dorm. I knew she shared it with someone else, but it always felt like she spent all her time in the common room or on the Quidditch pitch.

I knocked on the door, anticipation mixing with dread.

“Come in,” came her familiar voice from the other side, slightly breathless.

“Hey, Gin,” I said as I stepped inside, my heart racing.

“Come sit here,” she said, gesturing to the sofa where she was perched, her expression unreadable.

I took a seat beside her, the weight of unspoken words heavy in the air. “You said you wanted to talk to me?”

She shifted slightly, creating an uncomfortable distance between us. “Um—yes, actually…”

“Hm…” I hummed, urging her to continue.

“I want to break up,” she said, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush, as if she feared saying them too slowly would give me time to react.

The confession hit me like a physical blow, leaving me momentarily speechless. “W-what?” My voice cracked, shock flooding my senses.

“I don’t love you,” she stated flatly, her tone sharp, almost rehearsed.

“Why?” I managed to ask, desperation creeping into my voice.

“I love Wood,” she declared, standing abruptly, as if her decision was as final as a well-cast spell.

“Then what was all that about?” I shot up, anger boiling within me. “What was the point of everything?”

“Look, Harry—”

“LOOK WHAT? GINERVA, I’VE LOVED YOU HALF MY LIFE, AND YOU JUST CUT ME OFF LIKE THAT!” I yelled, my voice echoing against the stone walls, raw emotion spilling over like an uncontrolled charm.

“What was I supposed to do? You finally came to me with a proposal after I’d been slipping you love potions for five—” she froze, realizing the enormity of her admission.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to say that,” she added quickly, a nervous smile creeping across her face.

“LOVE POTIONS? FOR FIVE YEARS? JUST FOR MY WHAT? MONEY? FAME? OR TO DESTROY MY MENTAL HEALTH?” I shouted, fury and betrayal mixing into a volatile concoction. I could see her flinch at my words, and for a moment, I felt a pang of regret.

“Harry—”

“NO, GINERVA! WE. ARE. DONE!” I roared, storming out of her dorm, my heart racing with a mix of anger and disbelief.

How could she do this? I had been ready to fight for her, ready to face anything, and yet here I was, tossed aside like an old cloak.

As I made my way back to my room, all I wanted was to scream, to break something—anything to relieve the pressure building inside me. Instead, I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in the pillows, determined not to let the tears fall. They were too precious to waste on someone who had toyed with my heart.

Ron was still asleep, blissfully unaware of the storm raging in my heart. My nose was tinged red from the effort of holding back my tears, but I forced myself to roll over and pull the blankets tight around me.

I cried myself to sleep, each sob muffled by the soft fabric.

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A Few Hours Later…

I was jolted awake by the familiar sound of laughter—two voices that cut through the fog of my sorrow. Slowly, I opened my eyes, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, and sat up straight, disoriented.

“Wake up, mate! It’s me and Hermione!” Ron beamed at me, his enthusiasm contrasting sharply with my mood.

“Why are you two trying to wake me up?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

“Mate… you were crying in your sleep, clutching the bedsheet. I was worried about you, so I called Hermione.” He gestured toward her, and she nodded, concern etched on her face.

“What happened?” she asked gently.

I dropped my head, covering my eyes with my hands, the memory of Ginny’s betrayal washing over me like a cold wave.

“It’s okay, shh…” Hermione said softly, coming closer to wrap her arms around me. Ron joined in, and I felt their warmth envelop me, creating a momentary shield against my pain.

“You can tell us, you know,” Ron said, pulling back to look me in the eyes.

“Ginny cheated on me… with Wood,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, sniffling as I wiped my tears with the long sleeves of my sweater.

“Ginny with Wood? Are you sure, mate?” Ron asked incredulously, his expression a mix of disbelief and concern.

I tilted my head to meet his gaze, desperation reflecting in my eyes. Hermione shot Ron a sharp look, silencing him.

“If it is her fault, then… I do not support her,” Ron said, his tone comforting and steady.

“I can’t believe she did that. I had high expectations for her,” Hermione added, taking a seat on Ron’s bed, her face serious.

“It’s okay, guys. And Ron, Ginny is your sister; it’s not her fault she’s been slipping love potions to me since fifth year,” I said, forcing myself to stand, the weight of the conversation pressing down on me.

“Love potions? Harry, if given in large amounts, they can cause dangerous diseases or even kill you! Five years is too much! No, it’s not okay; it’s her fault,” Hermione insisted, her worry palpable.

Ron nodded in agreement. “I’m still lucky enough to have you two,” I said without thinking, a flicker of gratitude warming my heart.

“Aww… Harry,” Hermione said softly as Ron pulled me into another hug, his warmth a balm to my frayed nerves.

“I don’t consider that blithering idiot my sister anymore. She tried to kill you, Harry!” Ron said, a fierce loyalty in his voice, making me chuckle despite the heaviness in my chest.

I clung to the fleeting moment of camaraderie, trying to ignore the lingering ache in my heart.

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