Ginny sat down at her table and began to stare at the ceiling above her head. She had to wonder why she wasn't happy with Dean. She cared about him, definitely, but the love just wasn't there anymore. Ginny wondered if it ever had been there. She just wanted to go back to Burrow and see her family again. She might just do that soon.

"Are you okay, Gin?" Dean had walked into the kitchen while she was thinking.

"Oh yeah," She answered attentively, "I'm just thinking about things."

"Thinking about things? Should I know about these things, I mean, you have been thinking a lot lately, and you have been talking to me less and less. Is it because of…you know, I'm not good enough…in bed?" He whispered the last part.

Ginny started laughing because the words sounded weird coming from Dean's mouth. Oh the things he didn't know.

He did know what he had been noticing though, and Ginny wasn't the same as what she used to be when they made love.

"Dean…no, it's not that that I'm thinking about. I am thinking about us though."

Dean blushed at his own blunt question. Then, he asked her what exactly about them she had been thinking of.

"I don't know, Dean. I just…well, I have been wondering if we are really meant to be together. I mean, it's nice in all, but…you know."

"No, I don't know. What have I not done for you? I can buy you more stuff. I know girls love getting presents."

"No, no, no. You know I'm not like that. I don't need fake love from you…or anybody else for that matter. I'm not as materialistic as some girls."

"I know…but I am willing to do anything for you. That's the point."

"Don't say that!"

"It's true though! I love you, Ginny, and all I want is to live my life with you and make you happy."

Ginny just stared at Dean's comment. She couldn't believe they were talking about this now. She was going to wait a little longer before this conversation was supposed to begin.

"Dean, I'm sorry, but I can't return your feelings."

"What?"

"I love you, but I think we'd be better off as friends. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not sorry. How can we be friends after all of this? What about our love? Was it all nothing, or a fake?"

"Dean, don't make this any harder than what it is."

"Do you know how hard it is to find out that your girlfriend of two years is breaking up with you? That all you have done for her amounts to nothing?"

Ginny looked down at her feet. "That's not true."

"Then tell me the truth!"

"I'm not sure of the truth.

Dean glared at Ginny harshly. "Ginny, is this the end? We have been together for two whole years, and it doesn't matter to you."

"Dean, just shut up. You are being overdramatic here."

"Oh. I see it how it is then."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't. Just leave."

"Leave the house now?"

"Yes! Go!"

"Fine. It's not my fault that you can't perform when you need to." Ginny thought it was better to tell him a lie at this point then the truth. The truth would have been too painful for Dean, she thought. The truth of it was…

She liked girls not boys, and no matter what Dean did, it wouldn't change her feelings. She just knew she had to go soon before things got any worse.