Harry's P.O.V
I walked downstairs it was 8:00. Ron was sitting at the kitchen table and he looked a bit upset. "What's wring mate?" I asked.
"Ginny's with Dean again," Ron scowled.
"Oh," I said. So she didn't love me? It doesn't matter though. Because I didn't love her...right? Hermione came downstairs.
"What's up with Ron?" She asked me.
"Oh Ginny's with Dean again," I told her.
"Ah so that was the...sound," Hermione nodded. She sat next to Ron. "Hey, it's fine if Ginny's with Dean, she does run away or scowl when she sees us snogging," Hermione said kissing Rons cheek. I walked back upstairs growling at the sounds of kissing in Ginny's room. Why do I care? I don't love her...or maybe I do? I DON'T KNOW! I laid down on the bed.
