Title: A Little Too Ironic

Author: x oh so daring

Summary: HBP has not taken place. This story takes place in Ginny's 7th year. After a year and a half together Harry calls it quits on their relationship, which leads to the confession of a life-time. Harry Potter is gay and infatuated with Blaise Zabini. Harry asks for one favor, for Ginny to come with him and cover for him. This leaves Ginny stuck in the presence of Draco Malfoy and the nice background music of spit swapping and heavy breathing. What could this all possibly lead to?

A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! It is really easy, doesn't take long either! I really am having fun playing with this and I hope you like it too. Please note that in Ginny's list of 10 reasons, most reasons are very cliché and stereotypical, she is grieving so please do not be offended by them, they weren't intended for that.

Disclaimer: My various attempts to retrieve the secret recipes, I mean er... plot, story, and all the other goods have failed miserably, and until then Harry Potter and all that good stuff belongs to J.K.

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Room of Requirement - Monday Night

Harry's moss green eyes burned into Ginny's warm ambers intently. Ginny would have laughed at the intensity if it had not been for the seriousness of the air around them. "Gin..." Harry began, pausing, unsure of how to go on. "This is completely wrong, and no matter how I explain it, it won't ever come out right. I don't understand it myself, so here it goes..." Once again he took a break, this time inhaling a staggering breath. "I... we can't be together anymore. You are an amazing woman, but this can't work when I am so screwed up." Ginny could feel her bottom lip begin to quiver, she bit down hard on her tongue to control her emotions. "I... I have feelings for Blaise." He said a confused look crossing over his face. All emotion that was pleading to escape her body stopped, the only emotion that made sense was pure astonishment which was evident upon her face.

"Wait... what?" She asked when she was finally able to make a sound. She must of heard wrong... she must of certainly heard wrong. Blaise, Slytherin, friend of Draco Malfoy, Blaise.

"I know it makes absolutely no sense." Harry said burying his head in his hands. "I have been trying to make sense of it for the past month. How could I, Harry Potter like a Slytherin none the less, a GUY? Ginny... I am so sorry, I know I am a completely rotten person to do this to you, you deserve so much better."

"Erm.. right" Ginny said, her head was clearly not thinking straight. She could not of heard this coming from Harry. HARY! Harry was not madly in love with some Slytherin, he couldn't be dumping her for Blaise. Even though her head wasn't straight her emotions damn well knew what they wanted, tears spilled from her eyes and she quickly wiped them away.

"Oh god, Ginny you are the last person in the world I want to do this to." He said looking up from his hands, a deep sorrow filling his eyes. "And with that, I have to ask for a favor. Look at me, you should hate me." He said shaking his head, "I dump you and then immediately ask you to help me." His right hand formed a fist and slammed down on his knee.

Ginny could feel her eyes begin to puff out as she continued to wipe the tears away. She gave a soft sniffle and forced herself to look back up at Harry, "Stop giving yourself so much crap." She said which caused another string of tears which ended up in a series of hiccups. Finally she calmed herself down and said, "Harry, what is it?"

"I, well..." he seemed to regain composure and spat it all out, "I need you to cover for me. I need you to come with me when I meet Blaise, I just can't have Ron and Hermione know, and definitely not the rest of the school, at least not yet." But he wasn't done with his speech yet and he continued on, "I know, I dump you and then prance around with my new affection right in front of your face and make you..."

"Stop it!" Ginny screeched cutting him off, "Stop being such a good person," She said a cold laugh echoing from her small body, "Stop trying to make this easy, stop trying to make understand, just stop it. You make it bloody impossible to hate you, you do know that, don't you?" She said rolling her eyes at the irony falling from her mouth. "But yea, I guess I'll help you." She said before completely allowing her mind to think over the proposition.

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Girl's Dormitory - Later that Evening

Ginny's mind was spinning, the walk back to the Common Room that night was lost in her mind, she was surprised she had made it back unharmed. She had quickly rushed up to the girl's dormitory avoiding many anxious looks from Hermione and slipped into her most comfortable pair of pajamas. The urge for a nice bowl of ice cream hit her strong and hard but she didn't trust herself to make her way back a second time that night. She flopped down on her four-poster bed and reached over towards the night stand where her diary lay. Ginny liked the diary, she considered it simple and elegant. She had found it two Hogsmeade trips ago in a small shop off the main strip. She had performed every spell imaginable and then some to make sure it was not bewitched, she never wanted to be that vulnerable again. She snatched up the diary which opened to a fresh page of tan parchment lined in sky blue. After increasingly hostile thrashing she found a suitable quill and ink bottle and began to write her latest entry.

Dear Diary,

This entry, well it will be a memorable one I guess. Right now I am so confused I am not even sure where to begin. Most likely I should start at the beginning, which I am still not completely certain of. Today at lunch I had happily been sipping soup when Harry plunked down next to me. I held out my cheek for his daily peck of greeting, but it didn't come, he seemed distracted and distant. Instead of the peck he ignored said cheek and started grabbing food from the surrounding plates. Let me tell you, when he sets his mind to eating the devil couldn't beat him. Less then five minutes later he had finished everything from his plate without a comment. He grabbed up his things to leave and I turned to face him. I was not going to let him get away with ignoring me even if he was bloody Harry Potter. But before a single word escaped from my mouth he said 'Gotta run, meet me in the RR at 8:00 tonight, I need to talk to you.' Side note, the RR had been our code name for the room of requirement which we had snogged in various times, genius nickname, I know. (For future reference notice the past tense 'had'). So I was rather worried, 'I need to talk to you.' doesn't sound like an invitation to anything but drama. I was so upset I didn't even finish my soup, which mind you it was bloody good soup so that is saying something!

So now let us flash through my hectic day filled with a round of double potions, and a baboon known as Snape to the Room of Requirement. A lot of things were said, and honestly I don't remember the lot of it, but here is the gist. We are no longer, that is right, we are broken up. No, it couldn't of been for a reason that I could hate him, like he ditched me for another girl, because in fact, it was the opposite. Harry Potter ditched me for another guy, a Slytherin guy none the less. I could tell you that I was a supportive girlfriend and was at his side the whole time he told me his story of distraught and inner turmoil. Or I could tell you that as he looked at me he saw I was the one that was true to his heart not some bloody Slytherin git. But none of the above happened, he had to explain it to me. What needs explaining? You want a bloody guy over me, enough said. But the way he says things, I can't hate him. I can't bloody hate him and it makes me livid. Absolutely livid.

Throughout the whole thing, I was cool and composed. I was a blubbering idiot, only able to mutter out things like 'right'. 'um..', 'erm...', 'what?'. I was like a sponge being squeezed, every last ounce of water in my body must have left through my eyes, which are now, thank you very much, red and puffy. But what makes this all worse is throughout this whole affair he is telling me how great I am, and how I deserve so much better. I didn't want better, I wanted him. And it is sort of hard to pity yourself when the guy that is braking up with you is being so bloody nice. Oh but no, that isn't the end of it, I agreed to help him. That's right to help him cover his gender preference from the rest of the world. So I am to accompany him on his snog fests with Blaise, I know what you are thinking, every ex-girlfriend's dream. I should be bawling my head off right now, saying how much I hate him and which he would die. But I think I am past crying, and besides that I think I am now physically incapable of another tear. And now as a final thought while I go off to wallow, below are ten reasons why Harry Potter shouldn't be gay.

1. Have you seen the way he dresses? He should never be given a status which allows him to give any fashion advice whatsoever.

2. For all we know he may very well want to 'get jiggy' with the he-who-must-not-be-named. I mean he is a teenage boy after all, they aren't too great with hormones.

3. Above goes for Dumbledore. Ewww.. can you imagine long beard and wrinkly skin and ugh.. oh my god I think I need to vomit now.

4. He apparently is after the whole 'bad boy' routine, who is to say he won't flounce after Crabbe or Goyle... or worse, Malfoy, next?

5. I most likely can now use words like flounce, flamboyant, cuddling, sparkly, prissy, and fluffy to describe him. Example: Harry flamboyantly flounced towards Blaise who was sitting on the lawn, prissy expression in tow, cuddling a small sparkly package which most likely contained a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs.

6. Because I still like him, and hell be damned to popular belief I can't get over my long devoted crush, if crush even does it justice, after one bowl of ice cream.

7. He is making me take valuable wallowing time to write this list.

8. Because it caused this break up, which caused wallowing time, which causes a need for excessive ice cream, chocolate and other highly caffeinated candies.

9. I am running out of ideas and each new reason makes me see how much this is going to completely suck I can't suck it up and hate him.

10. Because I am now stuck following him and Blaise to make out sessions where serious illnesses could be flung around along with spit.

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