‘Ginny, listen…’ he said very quietly, as the buzz of conversation grew louder around them and people began to get to their feet. ‘I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing eachother, we can’t be together.’
She said, with an oddly twisted smile, ’It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?’
’It’s been like…like something out of someone else’s life, these last few weeks with you,’ said Harry. ‘But I can’t…we can’t…I’ve got to do things alone now.’
She did not cry, she simply looked at him.
‘Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He’s already used you as bait once, and that was just because you’re my best friend’s sister. Think how much danger you’ll be in if we keep this up. He’ll know, he’ll find out. He’ll try to get to me through you.’
‘What if I don’t care?’ she said fiercely.
‘I care’ said Harry ‘How do you think I would feel if this was your funeral… and it was my fault…’ She looked away from him, over the lake. ‘I never really gave up on you’ she said, ‘not really. I always hoped… Hermione told me to get on with my life, maybe see some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more – myself.’ ‘Smart girl, that Hermione,’ said Harry, ‘I just wished I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages… months… years maybe…’
‘But you’ve been too busy saving the wizarding world,’ said Ginny, half-laughing, ‘well I cant say I’m suprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you would’nt be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe thats why I like you so much.’