A/N: This chapter is a bit longer than the last one, at least, and pretty important as well. I'd like to thank the people who have reviewed so far, and everyone who has taken the time to read. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Four more to go!

Chapter Four:
Nothing to Do With Love

You wrapped your arms around a murderer
Pretending it didn't hurt
Every time I cut you deeper and deeper

Hey I'm not the one, I'm not the one
I'm not the one you wanna give your heart to

-Halestorm

It only took seeing one quick, stolen kiss in a dark corridor to confirm her suspicions; Harry and Ron were more than just friends.

Ginny's heart ached with betrayal, jealousy and anger. Since when was Harry a poof? Hell, since when was Ron? Hadn't her older brother been moping around for the last four months because of his dead girlfriend? So what the hell was he doing, kissing Ginny's boyfriend like he had some right to? Alright, ex-boyfriend, but that wasn't the point!

Ginny observed them for the next few days. Nothing was too obviously different. They perhaps lingered with their touches a little longer than strictly necessary, and as much as she hated to admit it, Ron looked marginally happier, more alive. He'd even eaten breakfast, lunch, and dinner three days in a row!

Harry even seemed more vibrant, though he hadn't been nearly as depressed as Ron. Perhaps she was just imagining things. Maybe it wasn't a kiss she had seen, but a whispered conversation? Just a really close hug, perhaps?

As Ginny walked up to Harry's door late in the middle of the night, she could hear him talking to someone. The soft tenor of his voice floated underneath the door, and though she knew it was wrong, Ginny stepped forward and pressed her ear gently against the wood.

"...think they're starting to suspect? I mean, yeah, I have been happier, thanks to you. But do you think they'd be able to tell why?" That was Ron's voice.

And there was Harry's. "Well, not exactly. But we need to be careful. We can't act like we're anything but mates, or people will start to wonder. Especially Ginny; have you noticed her staring at us the last few days? Maybe we did something wrong and she saw. Merlin, I can't even imagine how she would react."

"Harry...you never...with her, right?"

"No, Ron. There were a couple times that...almost, but no. I told her no, Ron. Don't worry."

There was a long silence, and Ginny couldn't decide if she should bolt to her room or stay to listen to what other secrets they might unveil. It was obvious now, there was no denying it; her brother and ex-boyfriend were shagging each other.

"Do you love her, Harry?"

"...I thought I did, but I'm not so sure anymore. Of course I love her like a friend, maybe even a sister, but...I'm not in love with her. I just don't know how to tell her. I don't want to hurt her, Ron. I still care about her."

And that was all Ginny needed to hear. Squaring her shoulders and flipping her hair out of her face, Ginny flicked her wand and unlocked the door, swinging it open so hard it hit the opposite wall. Harry and Ron both jumped and stood, looking as guilty as possible and quite lost for words.

"How could you, with my brother of all people?" she snapped at Harry. Who had gone extremely pale.

Ron looked torn between wanting to run away or defend Harry. Before he could decide on either, Harry stepped forward, his eyes pleading but his expression defiant.

"How much did you hear?"

"Everything! And I saw, in the corridor the other night when you...when you kissed him," she hissed, as if the sin was too horrible to speak any louder. "I told myself I was imaging things... I thought you loved me, Harry! You told me we'd be together again after the war."

"I do love you, Ginny! This has got nothing to do with love. Ron just needed someone to help him feel alive again, to chase the numbness away. You don't know what it's like!"

"Don't you tell me how I feel, Harry Potter! You don't know a damn thing about me. You never bothered to get to know me! 'You'll be safer away from me, Gin. I'll come back for you, Gin.' It was all a bunch of lies!"

Ron stepped forward, grasping Harry's arm gently in his own to keep him from reaching for his wand and starting a real fight. "Ginny, please. I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen. Don't blame Harry, it's not his fault; it's mine. I was just so lonely without Hermione, and I didn't have anyone else to go to. I never meant for it turn into what it has. Harry's right, it's hasn't got anything to do with love. It's about...release."

Ginny didn't realize she was crying until the salty tang of her tears flowed from her cheeks into the corners of her mouth. She wiped agitatedly at the moisture and huffed indignantly. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you, either of you. Just...just leave me alone."

As Ginny ran down the hall towards the stairs up to her own room, she could hear Harry calling after her to wait, to calm down and just talk to them about this. But Ginny didn't want to talk. The boy she had fallen in love with the moment she set eyes on him at nine years old, had chosen her brother instead. And it had everything to do with love, whether Harry and Ron realized it yet or not.

A/N: Poor Gin. She could never understand how tempting boy love is lol. Thanks for reading, and please leave a review and tell me your thoughts so far!