It's very early in the morning when Ginny tiptoes down from the fifth-year girls' dormitory. The common room is empty, and she settles down on the couch in front of the hearth. With a quick flick of her wand, the fire starts up again.
She just spent an awful night tossing and turning in bed, her mind full of confusing and terrible dreams. She hasn't had nightmares about Tom for awhile, but on the edge of her mind, she feels they're about to come back, as they always do when she's angry and sad. These emotions seem to feed her darker side, and most of the time she manages to push them back, but not today.
Ginny is sick to her stomach, and terribly weary. She has been avoiding Harry ever since that fateful morning, and the only way she can do it without arousing suspicions is by spending every waking hour in the Library, studying for her OWLs. Yet she can't understand a word she's reading half the time, and her magic is strained, unpredictable. She thinks about him, and the kiss they shared, and his indifference afterwards, and in the end she thinks she would rather rip her heart out than live through this.
But she can't, and she's still in love. Ginny hates feeling vulnerable. She hates the fact that she was stupid enough to hope for Harry to reciprocate her feelings after all these years.
Well, I'll never make that mistake again, she tells herself bitterly, staring at the flames.