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The Room of Requirements surrounded her in cold, vast emptiness. The floor was a rough grey stone, the ceiling a cloudy sky, and the rest of the room was nothingness. It looked, in all honesty, very much like her insides felt.
She had been laying on her back on the floor for what seemed like days; not crying, exactly, but periodically shaking heavily. She didn't know what to do with herself, and so she had simply done nothing.
"What did I do...?" Ginny repeated, for that was all she could think: that she'd done something truly awful, and the universe was punishing her with severely bad karma.
She had begun to think that her friendship with Draco had all been an elaborate ploy by him to make her life hellish. I should have never trusted him. I should have never trusted anyone, she thought. After all this time, and everything I've been through, I can't even learn a single bloody lesson about how men tick. Tom should have taught me that...
Tom.
Everything came back to Tom. What would have happened, she wondered, if she had never known him at all? Certainly she would never have made friends with Draco Malfoy. Why, she didn't know, but it only made sense that a Ginny in her right mind could never have trusted a Malfoy. A Ginny in her right mind...
Harry had put her out of her right mind. Loving him made her crazy. Loving him...
"I can't believe that I love him," she sighed, rolling onto her side.
And with that, things became too hard to deal with, and Ginny Weasley curled into the fetal position ont he cold stone floor and went to sleep.