Disclaimer: If I had written Harry Potter it's safe to say Ginny would have been with Hermione and Ron would have been with Harry. Seeing as it didn't work out that way, I'm not making any money off this.

Lalalalala! Okay, so I can't sing. Sad face! Guess I can't make money off this then. :/

Thank you everyone who keeps reviewing! This is one is a bit rough, but the next one will defiantly make up for it. I'll post it after the Steelers kick the Packers asses tonight. (By the way, I am not a Steelers fan by any stretch of the word. GO PATRIOTS! But my father-in-law is and seeing as though I live with him right now, I would much rather he stays a happy man. That and my girlfriend takes after her father. So for today only, GO STEELERS!

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Chapter 6: Ignorance

A few days after Fleur's trip to the hospital, she was sent back home and declared "healthy". Ginny had spoken less than ten words to the girl at St. Mungos, and found herself wandering the corridors more than by the blondes bedside.

It was a chilly night in Surrey, and Fleur insisted they light a fire and talk about their "relationship" some. After an hour of silence Fleur had enough and cut right to the chase.

"Do you even want to know why it is I dids it?" Fleur finally asked Ginny. She was sick of not knowing why Ginny didn't care about her. Everything she did was pushed aside. Every "I love you" she gave, never received one back. Ginny was a stranger to Fleur and she could no longer go loving someone so lost I herself.

"Sure." Ginny muttered behind a mug of hot tea. She didn't really want to know. There were very few things about Fleur that Ginny truly cared about. Sure Ginny knew she was the reason the blonde tried to off herself, but she didn't really want verbal confirmation of it.

"I dids it, because of you. You don't love me." She spoke softly. "You treat me like dog shit, and I just couldn't take it anymore-"

"That's great. I'm so glad I make you want to kill yourself!" Ginny said sarcastically. She was in no mood to "bond" with the blonde or even talk to her.

"I cannot believe I actually fell in love with someone so fucked up in the head." Fleur continued.

Ginny jumped off the couch, and threw her tea mug at the wall in front of her, making it shatter into a million little pieces.

"So if I'm this terrible person, you must not like me or want me around, right? I'll see myself out the door." She sped towards the front door grabbing her jacket and wand.

"It's a circle you know. You do this to yourself." Fleur said.

"I think you mean cycle, oh French one." She chuckled, opening the door.

"I can't excite you anymore Fleur, so do me a favor and send my shit back to my apartment. We are finished."

"You are such a coward Ginny! You run away from everyone that loves you and for what? Power? Drugs? Freedom?" the blonde followed her into the cold April night.

Ginny whipped around sneering with a dangerous look in her eyes. "Don't you dare fucking judge me Fleur! You really think your one to talk? You just tried to kill yourself with MY drugs! It would have made me just as happy if you tried to kill me instead! At least I have a reason to die, I feel dead inside already. And I told you from day one you were not going to change that." Ginny wasn't going to let this nobody tell her who or what she was.

"I don't want to 'ear all your sad songs about your dead brother, and your lost lover Hermione! I am so tired of feeling your pain! That is all I ever have done in this relationship!" Fleur yelled at the top of her lungs.

Ginny unlocked her Weasley 480 and mounted it as soon as she heard Fleur following her. 'She'll have a hard time talking to me in the air.' Ginny thought to herself chuckling. With one strong push off the ground the red head was up in the moonlit sky and far from sight.

Meanwhile, Fleur was intent on getting what she had to say across to Ginny. She took out a miss-shaped piece of parchment and scribbled the words she hoped she would never have to say.

Ginny,

I may not be Hermione, but I could have been a great friend and lover to you. I would have stuck by you no matter where life had taken us. But you can't accept change.

You have treated me like a stranger, even though I opened up my house and my heart to you.

With this being said, we are finished. I am not happy with what you did to me, but I do not regret loving you, as you are the only woman I may ever love.

I will no longer be living here, your stuff will find its way to your apartment I'm sure.

Have a good life.

Love always,

Fleur

Fleur rolled up the parchment after giving it a once over, making sure her grammar and spelling was all correct. She tied it to the foot of her sleeping owl, Delmonte.

"Monème, could you please take this letter to Ginny?" she cooed softly at the sleeping bird. It shook its feathers signaling he would.

"Thank you." Fleur spoke as she walked away and up the stairs to start packing her stuff. She was in need of some time in France and knew her sister would love to spend time with her.

"Good luck Ginny. I hope you find whatever it is you are looking for."

Ginny touched down smoothly in front of the Hogs Head, her long hair fell all over the place from the 40 km flight.

"I think it's a good time to get wasted, don't you?" she asked her broom, propping it against the side of the building and casting a silent locking charm.

She opened the doors to the dimly lit tavern and strode her way over to her favorite bar stool.

"Make it a triple Alby. " She called to the man behind the bar.

"You only order a triple when you have lady problems. Wanna tell old Alberforth what that little French woman did now?"

This wasn't an uncommon sight for the bartender. For the last four years Ginny would come in a get plastered at least once a month, usually when she couldn't handle lying to Hermione anymore. She'd come in, get pissed, spout about how she wasn't good enough for the girl and was going to leave her soon, than pass out cold right on her stool for a couple hours. Since she had left Hermione it had turned into three or four times a week. Sometimes, even the nights before a match she'd come in, always begging Alberforth to pour her just one drink. Being a betting man, he refused to give her a single drop any night before a game, seeing as he would lose his money if the Harpies lost.

Ginny was too intent on getting her triple on the rocks of fire whiskey down her throat to notice someone had walked through the door of the Hogs Head, and sat themselves down in the darkest booth, where no one could see them.

"She dumped me. Can you believe that bitch! Dumped me! Hell… it's the best thing that's ever happened to me! Well besides loving Hermione that is. You know Alby, if I wasn't such a fuck up, we could have had a really great life together. Not Fleur of course. The other one." Ginny started to ramble.

"But I'm truly serious, I'm glad she left me. Any longer and I wouldn't have been able to take it. That girl is insufferable! You know what I mean?"

Ginny was starting to feel the alcohol work its magic and loosen her up. It was going to be a long night and a painful morning to endure. Thankfully she didn't have practice till 12 the next day.