What's Mine and Yours (BLINNY) || Discontinued ~

Chapter 11

Ginny's POV

I walked into the Great Hall and immediately saw Blaise at the Slytherin table. I had gone to see him yesterday and the day before, which meant that he must have been released from the Hospital Wing today. 

What a funny time to release him, during Dinner.

Blaise looked well, except for the cast on his arm. I was only studying him for a minute but he turned around soon after, as if he could sense me there.

Our eyes locked.

I smiled, giving him a small wave. His eyes shined.  He returned the smile and wave, before I took my seat at the Gryffindor table.

"Good morning," Hermione greeted me but her nose was buried in her book. "Have you seen Ron?"

Her voice was awfully nonchalant and her face too expressionless to be real.

Worrying again, I thought. Ron and Hermione bickered all the time. I found it cute, but Hermione found it terrifying. She was afraid that one day, Ron would get fed up with her and abandon her.

I was getting tired of reminding her that I would never speak to him again if that was ever the case.

"He was with you the other day in Potions," I told her encouragingly, pulling a corn cob onto my plate.

She sighed, "I'm afraid that was the last time I saw him," she snapped her book shut and dug her hands into her hair. "Ginny, I don't know what to do. Am I pushing him away? Am I being too hard on him?"

"Hermione, you are not being too hard on him."

"Then what is it?" Her wild eyes searched mine, frustrated and confused. "Why do I feel like I'm losing control?"

Her voice cracked at the end, fragile. I felt an ache for my best girl friend, wanting so badly to help her, "Hermione, being in a relationship is not about monitoring it day by day. You have to let him go, sometimes. You have to understand him."

Her face grew dark, "So I am being too hard on him."

"That's not what I said," I insisted. "Letting him go just means giving him some freedom. And ... trusting him to come back," I felt the truth in my words. "If he really loves you — which he does — you shouldn't have to be so afraid of losing him all the time. You should not have to monitor the relationship ... I promise you, Hermione, Ron's not going anywhere."

She was silent. Her eyes downcast was to her book as she fiddled with a frayed page, "You just don't know what it's like."

"Because of Harry?" I asked.

"Yes, because of Harry!" She snapped. Her tone was surprisingly bitter and edgy. "Harry's with you every step of the day! You don't have to worry about letting him go. If being in a relationship is really as you say, then why hasn't he left your side?"

I felt shock overwhelm me, felt my heart jolt with stinging hurt. I was speechless, could only stare back at her.

Her words felt like knives, tearing at my dignity.

What Hermione said seemed to sink into her own mind two minutes after she said it. The hard, carved edges of her face softened. Her eyebrows widened in surprise at herself, and then in apology.

"I'm sorry," her voice cloaked with tears. She leaned back, staring at me. "I'm sorry, Ginny. I didn't mean it."

I didn't know how to answer. What should I say to that? 'It's okay?' 'You were right?'