A/N: This is for my sis, Muentiger. Yes, I am making this multi-chaptered. Let's see how it goes?

Based on Good Charlotte's Song 'I don't wanna be in love'.

I don't own HP.

Fair warning, this is slash. Don't like, don't read. You flame, I have an evil cat and psychotic Alien.

*My 100th fic! ! !* I am so proud!

I don't wanna be in love

Chapter 1

"She's going out to forget they were together,

all that time he was taking her for granted,"

Ginny was in the habit of joining Harry for breakfast. It had been two years after the Final battle, and she and Harry had been going steady for the same amount of time. Though they hadn't done anything more than kiss. She'd never spent a night at his place, at least not alone.

She grinned as she exited her apartment. She was excited – she was almost certain Harry would ask the big question any time. It had been two years, after all.

She went to a secluded spot an apparated to Grimmauld Place. Harry had had it fixed up as soon as he entered the Aurors. He'd been living there ever since. She entered the house without knocking – it wasn't needed. Only she, Ron or Hermione ever came around for breakfast.

He was seated at the breakfast table, Kreacher hovering nearby, posing questions about Harry's breakfast, as the latter wasn't eating.

"No, Kreacher, it's not your cooking. You cook splendidly."

"Is Master Harry sure?"

"Yes, Kreacher. I'm just not feeling well."

"Should Kreacher get some of the potions from storage?"

"I doubt any of the potions would work, Kreacher, but thank you."

Kreacher's ears drooped. Harry must've seen it, as he quickly said: "How about some tea?"

"Of course, Master Harry!" Kreacher said delightedly as he set to work.

It made her heart swell that he being kind with house elf.

"Hey Harry." She greeted him, placing a kiss on his cheek. He looked up. Immediately she saw it. His eyes were lacking their usual sparkle; dark circles making it seem like a false silver lining. His chin was unshaven, his shoulders hunched.

"Morning."

His tone wasn't cheery. It hadn't been for a couple of days. Weeks. Could it have been months? She didn't know.

And he always says 'Hey Ginny', never 'Morning' – something was definitely off here. She placed a tentative hand on his forehead, wanting to feel if he was perhaps feverish.

He pulled away from her touch.

"Harry?"

"Sorry, I didn't sleep well. Excuse me." He pushed his chair back, a loud scraping noise filled the thick silence.

"Harry, are you all right?" She asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." He growled. She was caught off guard.

As Harry walked up the stairs to his bedroom in Grimmauld Place, he didn't look back. He had always looked back. Why not now?

For days it continued. Ginny wondered what she had done wrong. Didn't Harry love her anymore?

A/N: I should mention that the chapters will be short, this fic will be written in drabble-form. Please review!