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"Someone out there is holding their breath, waiting for you to fail. Make sure they suffocate."
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Ginny

I've asked Tyron to stay until you answer, so don't bother trying to send him away. 

I wanted to clear our misunderstanding, but seeing as we can't see each other physically, I'm writing to you. It's easier than having to say the things anyways. 

I don't know why the doubt of me and Hermione having anything other than our friendship has entered your mind, but I can't help but feel it is because of something I did. If you feel like I've been acting distant lately, you must know that there is a reason behind it. If things go the way I wish they will, you will know the reason soon. 

You overheard me talking to Hermione about moving to Grimmauld Place. Trust me when I say it has nothing to do with you, or any other of the family. It is a decision I have taken based only on my respect for Sirius and his wishes. I love you and everyone else with all my heart, so rest assured that I am not leaving because of any shortcomings from any of you. 

I hope that you will understand and write back. I hope you can make things up with Hermione. 

Love always,

Harry.

Ginny folded the letter up and swallowed hard. Tyron, Harry's barn owl, squawked gently on seeing her tears. 

"Shut it," she muttered, offering the owl a treat. 

She had been absolutely vile to doubt Harry and Hermione. How could she have done that? Even though she and Harry weren't vocal about their feelings, they made them known by actions. Harry had been acting strange lately, but Ginny put it down to his decision of moving to Grimmauld Place.

Ginny respected his choices just as much as she loved him. It had come as a shock at first, and with her silly suspicion to top it off she had blown the whole thing out of proportion. 

Ginny spent the next hour trying to write down an appropriate reply to Harry. When Gwenog called her down for dinner at the hall, Ginny declined the offer. After eight failed attempts at writing the letter, Ginny folded up the ninth before she could scrunch it up. Tyron, who had been preening himself on the window for this long, came forward importantly. 

"It'll take you days to reach him," Ginny said sympathetically, for Harry was in Norway. Tyron showed no reaction to the statement, but held his leg out. Ginny tied the letter on. 

"Thanks in advance," Ginny said, and Tyron swooped out through the open window. 

Ginny had been sending Hermione's letters back to her without even opening them. Buried in her feelings of anger and a little jealousy, Ginny had completely forgotten about all the times Hermione had been there for her. 

Ginny sighed. Merlin, she had been so selfish. 

Ginny sat down to write another letter, this time to Hermione. She would have to ask Gwenog to get access to the Ireland Postal Service later on, for their hotel was in a muggle part of the country and there were no owls available. 

Ginny wanted to go back in time and slap some sense into herself. She had stubbornly refused to write to Hermione even on her birthday. 

Which was horrible because she had specifically promised to do that. How heartbroken Hermione must have been…

Ginny finally went down to dinner at around half past ten, doused with feelings of misery and guilt.

She got on the elevator (her first time had been positively terrifying, because these were different from the ministry lifts, and she had nearly whipped her wand our in the presence of a dozen muggles) and positioned her finger over the button with a 'G' on it before jabbing it as hard as she could. 

The doors started to slide close, but were stopped in the last minute when someone wedged their foot in. A man with slightly long, dark hair and a smiling face walked in. 

Ginny paid him no mind until he tapped her shoulder. 

"Ginny Weasley?" The man asked, with his mouth turned up in a smile.

Ginny was confused, "Yes?"

Maybe he was a Quidditch fan.

"Pleasure to meet you," the man held his hand out, and Ginny shook it suspiciously.

"Yea," Ginny said, retrieving her hand to herself, "Do I know you?"

"Oh, I'll be darned!" The man said with a hearty but somewhat theatrical laugh, "Roger Davies."

Ginny recalled the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, who had been three years above her at Hogwarts. He was an agile player, with quick reflexes, as far as Ginny remembered from when she had watched from the stands.

"I've heard about your Quidditch career," Roger said cheerfully, "And I must say I'm very impressed."

"Right," Ginny said, tucking her lips in, feeling slightly miffed at being judged by someone who wasn't even involved in Quidditch anymo-

"I play for the Wasps," Roger said proudly, "Chaser."

Ginny stopped her train of thought and smiled politely, "That's great."

The lift finally reached the ground floor, and Ginny stepped out. If she remembered correctly, the Harpies had a match at Wimbourne near the end of the tour. 

"Are you here for dinner?" Roger asked politely. 

"No, to use the bathroom," was the man daft? Of course she was here for dinner, why else would she be here?

He laughed and complimented her joke, and, to Ginny's greatest chagrin, sat at the same table as her.

Unable to force him to go away in the presence of so many people, she had no choice but to let him stay. Ginny got her usual plate of sausages and salad, denying the wine a waiter offered her. Often, Ginny caught Roger glancing at her, and it was driving her mad. She had thoughts about stabbing him with a fork.

They kept a forcibly pleasant flow of conversation. The talk was mostly about their careers and Quidditch politics. When they started to drift towards more personal topics, Ginny politely excused herself saying she needed some sleep because they had a match the next day and she was tired out after the day's training.

"Oh, I'm done as well," Roger said cheerfully, "I'll walk you to your room."

"No, really, it's fine-"

But Roger had already begun walking to the doors. Ginny huffed and followed him, feeling thoroughly annoyed. 

"Blimey, it is nice to meet you after all these years," Roger said good naturedly. He seemed to swing his arms a lot when he walked, "I only remember you from when you were in your third year."

"Right," Ginny gave him a fake smile. 

"I also remember you at the Yule Ball," Roger said happily, "You looked quite stunning, if I may be so bold to say so."

Once again, Ginny only smiled and said nothing. He was beginning to get on her nerves. 

They got into the lift and Roger pressed down on the button. 

Ginny hoped he wouldn't start speaking again-

"I read about you and Potter in the Prophet," Roger said suddenly, "Did you know that people call you the Golden Pair?"

Ginny snorted, "Golden Pair?"

"Yes," Roger said, looking glad at having made Ginny laugh, "Of course I don't, but it is the general thing…"

Mercifully, the lift came to a stop and Ginny stepped out. 

"I live just two doors down from you," Roger explained. They were walking down the carpeted corridor. 

"Oh," Ginny said, trying to sound enthusiastic. 

"I'll see you around, Miss Weasley," Roger said, bowing in a playful manner. 

"Good night," Ginny said, unable to stop herself from smiling when he mockingly saluted her and walked further down the hall.

Roger Davies had been with Fleur during the brief period left of the year after the Yule Ball, as far as Ginny remembered. He hadn't exactly had much of an investment in the looks department before, but now that he had grown he did look presentable.

Nothing compared to Harry, of course. 

For someone who hadn't really known her well while at school, Roger did seem very happy to see her. She decided not to dwell on it too much, because she had faced several people who had terrible crushes on her because she was such an amazing player and had such good looks. The letters she received from such admirers often had her and Harry rolling on the floor with laughter. 

Ginny brushed her teeth and got into her night clothes. Slipping under the sheets on her bed, she thought about whether or not Harry would ever forgive her for being so selfish.

Her mind wandered to the ring box in her bag, safely wrapped in some cloth. 

She had bought it ages ago. It had taken up all her month's savings, but it had been worth it. She had been meaning to ask him for a very long time, but she couldn't muster up the courage. Especially now, she would have to wait longer. She didn't even know if he wanted to be with her anymore…

If she asked and he said no, she didn't want anybody's pity. She wasn't going to be one of those silly girls who sit and cry because some measly boy dumped them. 

Ginny cleared her mind and tried to sleep. 

She couldn't think about such things on the day before a match. It would distract her.