Nothing Compares To You

Chapter One

It was all over. Ginny Weasley sat on the sofa, sobbing into her hands. She looked to the place where her boyfriend had just been standing. She badly wanted to follow him, but she had no idea where he was. She refused to believe what he had just said. She just sat, crying. It was like a part of her had broken away. She felt empty and cold

"Ginny dear, can you please go feed the chickens?" It was Ginny's mum. Realizing what would happen if she had been caught crying, she wiped her eyes on her shirt and tried to hide the hurt in her voice.

"Yes mum." Her voice broke anyways. Molly walked into the den and noticed her daughter's red and splotchy face.

"Ginny dear, have you been crying?"

"No. It's just, er, allergies." Molly looked unconvinced. "I'm serious mum. Pollen is really bad this year."

"Ginny, what's wrong?" Molly put down the wooden spoon she was holding and sat on the sofa. Ginny sat next to her.

"Please don't be mad mum." Molly nodded. Ginny had to prepare herself for the words she was about to say. She wasn't ready to admit what had happened, it was too final. "Harry, h-he broke up with me." Tears were already falling down her face again.

Molly looked distraught. She wrapped Ginny in a hug that was so different. It said everything Molly wanted to tell her. It was warm and comforting. Ginny started to cry again.

"He just said he didn't love me that way anymore, that he didn't want to hurt me by pretending. Mum, what did I do wrong? How could he just not love me anymore?"

Ginny looked up at her mother with a face that held so much pain. Molly didn't know what to do. Her daughter, usually so strong and independent, felt so weak and hopeless. She hated seeing this, and was momentarily livid with Harry.

"I'm not sure dear," Molly said. She sat in silence with her daughter, hugging her and rubbing her head. After a while, Ginny decided she needed some fresh air, and got up from the couch.

"I'll be back in a bit mum," she said. Molly waved goodbye and immediately went to make a custard pie for Ginny.

Ginny apparated to a small flat outside of London. She had moved here for Harry. Harry wanted to be closer to work. Harry wanted to be near the city. Ginny conjured a box and began packing her things.

She was very glad Harry wasn't here. She waved her wand and possessions began flying into the box. Ginny watched her items as they flew into the box. She began picking out the items Harry had given her. She looked at the rose he gave her during their date last week, the small bottle of perfume she liked so much, and the model of her with her Holyhead Harpies uniform. Ginny sealed the small box and picked up a quill. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many things she wanted to ask. But she barely managed a couple sentences before tears splotched the parchment.

Harry,

I'm going to live with my mum. Please come over soon. I really need to talk to you.

Ginny.

She looked at the note and the emptier flat, and then pulled out her wand and turned on the spot, apparating back to the Burrow.

When she returned home, there was a custard pie waiting on the table. Ginny smiled. She sat down at the table and waited for her mum. She conjured two plates and a pie server and dished up the pie. Molly came in from the garden just a few seconds later.

"Thank you mum," Ginny said. She was still really upset, but the pie made her feel better. Molly sat down with her daughter and tucked into her slice. They ate in silence, expect for the occasional fork scraping the plate.