A/N: The prompt for this one is the song Sweet Nothing by Calvin Harris.
Harry was watching Ginny pack for the third time this month. He looked positively unhappy.
'What's up with you?' she asked while throwing a second evening gown among the Quidditch robes in her suitcase.
'Nothing, don't worry about it.'
She eyed him critically but didn't push the matter any further. The truth was, much as Harry understood that a Quidditch career meant frequent travelling, Ginny's absences had become difficult to swallow. When he'd asked her to move in with him, he'd thought of it as the start of what he hoped to become family life. In reality it felt like she was crashing at his place – they'd spent more time under the same roof during their school years.
'I'm sorry I'm never here for you,' Ginny said, as if reading his thoughts. 'But this is just temporary, I'm sure things will calm down soon.'
And then she left. Again.