Chapter 2: Competing with a major crush

Ginerva stared at him in utter and complete disbelief. This just isn't possible, I must be dreaming. She pinched herself and winced feeling stupid of course she was awake. She snapped back to reality-Harry was sitting across from her was waving his hand back and forth in front of her face, "Ginny, are you alright?"

"Are." She swallowed, squirming in her seat, "are you serious?" she finally stuttered out while willing herself not to break down in front of Harry and the other occupants in the expensive snobbish restaurant.

Harry looked uncomfortable as he said, "Look Ginny, I'm really sorry bu-"she cut him off.

"Don't call me that!" felling a sudden rush of intense anger directed solely at the young man across from her.

He stared at her stupidly, "Huh?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? My name is Ginerva not Ginny!" she almost yelled the last part of her sentence causing couples at the surrounding tables to stare, but at the moment she didn't even acknowledge them, "I haven't been called Ginny since 5th year at Hogwarts. But of course you wouldn't know that, you are too busy signing autographs for all of the people who think that you single-handedly saved the wizarding world!" Calm down, don't let him know that you need him…

Harry took a deep breath and tried again, "Ginerva, I-" but she cut him off once more, this time speaking in a harsh whisper filled with mixed emotions that she herself couldn't describe.

"Who is she?"

"Wha-What? What are you going on about?" he replied nervously and not meeting her eyes.

"You heard me. Who is she?"

"Ginny-I..."

"It's Ginerva, now don't be a coward and tell me."

Sighing in defeat, Harry lowered his head and mumbled incoherent words under his breath.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."

Harry took another deep breath and told her, "Cho Chang."

Ginerva looked down at her barely eaten and barely there food and sighed. Cho Chang was Harry's first major crush, there was no way she could compete with that. She just had one more question, but was scared to know the answer, so it took her a few deep breathes and awkward pauses to finally come out with the words.

"How long?" she asked almost inaudibly.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is HOW FUCKING LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SCREWING HER!"

"Oh." Harry said meekly, "about a year."

"A year?" she asked and Harry nodded his head now finding his own plate of food very interesting.

A year. But we have only been together for the last three years. I have to get out of here. She stood up and walked out of the door, ignoring the calls she was getting form Harry to be reasonable. Be reasonable? HE cheats on me for a whole year, breaks up with me, and then expects me to be reasonable? She stopped suddenly deep in thought of a place to go. I can't go back to my flat. Too many memories for the moment and he might follow me there. The perfect place suddenly entered into her mind and with a pop she disappeared.