They had just finished clearing up their dinner plates when there was a loud, determined chap on the door.
"I'll get it," Harry laughed as Ginny rolled his eyes at the thought of another visitor. They'd had so many well-wishers it was unbelievable, and all she wanted was to spend time with her partner, and their bump.
Harry strode over to the door, which was out of Ginny's view, and opened it. There stood a small, delicate, young woman, shiny dark hair, and dark eyes, and she was smiling at him.
"Hi, Harry," She said, innocently.
"Cho?" He asked, confused. He stared at her for a few seconds, shocked, he hadn't seen her for over a year, and her and Ginny had never gotten on well, why would she be here? Suddenly, he remembered his manners.
"Come on in," he said bewildered, but opening the door wider, to welcome her inside. She mumbled thanks, and followed him as he led her into the living room, where Ginny shot Harry a glare, before standing up and greeting Cho. After a brief hello, conversation dwindled and Ginny realised Cho seemed to want to speak to Harry alone, and very trusting of her boyfriend, made an excuse to leave the room.
"I'll make some tea, shall I?" she asked, but shot into the kitchen and closed the door behind her before anybody had time to answer.
Ginny pondered on using some Extendable Ears to eavesdrop on the pair, but decided against the idea, as she knew Harry would tell her everything the minute Cho left. She pottered (A.N. excuse the pun) about the kitchen aimlessly, before deciding it was safe to join them again, fifteen minutes later. She opened the door, carrying the tray of drinks and gasped at the sight.
Harry held Cho's hands, and their bodies facing each other, faces far too close together for Ginny's liking. Cho turned her head towards Ginny as she entered the room, before twisting back around, so that her lips were centimetres away from Harry's.
"I love you too, Harry!" Cho exclaimed proudly, before pressing her lips onto Harry's, kissing him passionately.
Tears sprang to Ginny's eyes, and before sprinting, she dropped the tray, gobsmacked. She heard it shatter and felt the hot liquid pour over her whole body, but for some reason, she didn't feel the pain. It was nothing like the pain in her chest, watching the love of her life kiss the one girl she'd always been jealous of, the one who'd had him first. Ginny ran, before anyone had time to do anything, she bolted for the front door, yanking it open, and left their flat. The images of their kiss played over and over again in her head, spurring her on, keeping her running, running as far away as she possibly could.