Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the song Say Something. Those rights go to (1) J.K. Rowling and (2) A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera respectively.

CHAPTER TWO

SAY SOMETHING, I'VE GIVEN UP ON YOU

Harry Potter was known to be the best at everything other than academics. He defeated Voldemort once and for all, became an auror without having taken any NEWTS, and, most recently, became the Head Auror.

Harry Potter was also known to be the most sought-after man in the whole wizarding world. He was known to be the best lover anyone could ask for.

But the one thing Harry wasn't good at was love.

He thought he loved Ginny Weasley, the sister of his best friend for over seven years. She was feisty, funny, and protective. Harry had given her the nickname Fire Dragon because of it. In the beginning, Harry was madly in love. Ginny was madly in love with him, too. Well, in hindsight, Harry knew that she was in love with his title, in love with who he was supposed to be.

But Ginny slowly drifted away. She was so engrossed with her Quidditch victories that she didn't have much time at all to spend with Harry. Harry just spent more time at work, not thinking much of it. He assumed it was just a time in Ginny's life where she had to work a lot. But months stretched into years and Ginny's time spent with Harry only lessened. She went to bed earlier, claiming she was tired from Quidditch, and slept in later, only having to go to practice at eleven. Harry almost never saw her, until one day she asked him to become his fiance.

"You know, Harry." Ginny started, "We've been together for over two years, now."

Harry stared at her, not understanding.

"People are starting to wonder if you'll ever propose to me." Ginny explained, a bit impatiently.

"Oh." Harry said.

Three days later, Ginny was on the cover of the Daily Prophet, a shiny, silver-band emerald-gem engagement ring on her finger.

Ginny began spending more time with Harry, and Harry was finally hopeful that they could be madly in love again.

A month later, Ginny told Harry she was going to America for a year.

Harry's hopes came crashing down.

SIX MONTHS LATER

It had been months since Harry had heard from Ginny. He kept sending her letters, but got no reply. He felt like he was in second year all over again, waiting for letters that would never come - letters that were being kept from him.

Say something...

His hope that he and Ginny would ever be in love again slowly dwindled.

Say something, I'm giving up on you

On Christmas Eve, Harry stared at the wall, lost in thought. Maybe Ginny wasn't sending him letters as a sign that she wanted to break up with him. Hermione would know, Harry thought miserably, but he would never dare to ask her.

The more Harry thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe Ginny had seen her ring and decided that life with Harry wasn't good enough for her. Maybe she didn't want to be the one to say it, though. That was fine.

I'll be the one, if you want me to

He wondered that Ginny would still love him if he'd gone to America with her. She hadn't made that an option, though.

Anywhere, I would have followed you

His hope was almost gone. It was still there, but not a lot of it was.

Say something, I'm giving up on you

He felt so alone, so less than what everyone said he was.

And I am feeling so small

He wondered what in the world he had been doing, proposing Ginny even though he barely saw her.

It was over my head

What was he thinking, giving her that ring? That promise?

I know nothing at all

He had started to become sloppy in his job; so much so that even the rookie aurors could tell.

And I… will stumble and fall

He wondered if when he'd stopped loving Ginny.

I'm still learning to love

He wondered when she'd stopped loving him.

Just starting to crawl

It was January first when Harry picked up the newspaper he'd been ordering from America. He'd been trying to find Ginny in one of them to see how she was doing. Ron as well. He saw Hermione at work yesterday. She looked as miserable as Harry had been feeling. He had also been working a lot - just as Harry had. Harry had taken to going up to her and asking her if she was alright, but she simply waved him away.

Harry saw the front cover and sucked in a breath.

Say something, I've given up on you

There was Ginny.

I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

And there was her in another man's arms.

Anywhere, I would have followed you

And there was them kissing.

Say something, I'm giving up on you

ONE DAY LATER

Harry had expected rage, but it never came. There was just a calm. After all of the months wondering, he finally had an answer. Ginny didn't love him. And, at that knowledge, Harry knew that he didn't love Ginny. Harry hadn't loved Ginny for a very long time; he had just tried to hold onto her, tried not to give up on her. But he had already given up on her, so it was easy. No rage, no screams, no tears. Just one sigh of relief and acceptance.

And I will swallow my pride

Harry turned from the paper and walked up the stairs.

You're the one that I loved

Harry opened the door to the room that used to be his and Ginny's.

And I'm saying goodbye

TWO DAYS LATER

Harry looked at the boxes of Ginny's things that he had packed. He had thought about using magic, but he felt like it would be wrong to use magic to help him say goodbye. He needed to be absolutely sure he was done with Ginny. And now he was.

Say something, I've given up on you

He wished he could know if she had ever got his messages, if she ever would. But he knew she would get this one.

And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

He thought about the boy in the picture, and wondered what made Ginny kiss him. He figured he was probably the son of the President or something. He realized that Ginny was never after him, only his title, only his looks, only what he was supposed to be. But he wasn't that person, and he wasn't going to change for her.

And anywhere I would have followed you, oh-oh

When he was packing up her belongings, he had found some magazines that disgusted him. That was when he knew Ginny hadn't been in love with him for a long time.

He was okay with that. He didn't care about her anymore.

Say something, I've given up on you

THREE DAYS LATER

Harry picked up a pen.

Say something, I've given up on you

He wrote his last letter to Ginny Weasley.

Say something...