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A/N: Yay! Lots of reviews! Thank you everyone! You made my week! Alright, so here it is; the final showdown between Ginny and Michael. Be warned there is a small amount of physical violence at the end and if you have post-traumatic stress, I suggest you don't read it. Other than that, I hope you enjoy Ginny kicking some Michael ass!

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Chapter Six: Moving Out

To say that Ginny Weasley was angry, was an understatement. A more appropriate word for what she was feeling was furious or even beside herself. It was five in the evening and she was pulling clothes out of her dresser haphazardly and throwing them into two open trunks that were laid out on the bed. They were her last trunks to pack, actually, as she had already packed the rest of the flat that was her's and flooed it off to Ron and Hermione's; leaving the bedroom for last.

Michael, who had been sleeping on the bed for the last four hours, and was only just waking, stared at the trunks next to him in mute horror. After his fiasco at the hospital, Clement had told her to take him home and that she would be brought up to speed on Harry's condition another day. She, of course, protested, but Clement insisted that her fiancé obviously needed her more than Harry did.

"What are you doing?" mumbled Michael as he came out of his spell induced slumber.

"I'm packing," said Ginny swiftly as she threw her dress robes into the first trunk.

"Ginevra..." Michael said weakly while clutching his head. "Please-"

"Don't," Ginny said harshly. "You don't have the right to be speaking to me."

"I didn't mean-"

"I don't care what you meant, Michael. It was a mistake ever going out with you or becoming engaged. We should just forget the whole thing." Her packing became even more frenzied as she started taking her anger out on her clothes.

"Why did you?" His voice seemed slightly broken. "Why did you accept then?"

Ginny sighed. "To fill a void." She pulled out her wand and pointed at her jumbled cloths in the trunks and had them fold themselves with satisfactory results.

"What does that mean?"

"I don't owe you any explanations." Ginny moved on to pulling the pictures of herself and her family off of the walls in the room and shrinking them.

"I love you," he said as if it explained his behavior before. Ginny's eyes narrowed.

"You could have hurt Hermione! Or me!" she yelled at him. Michael winced from the loud noise and clutched his head again.

"But I didn't," he said through clenched teeth.

"That's irrelevant! You could have! You were smashed!" Ignoring her packing altogether, she rounded on him completely and bellowed, "Do you realize what could have happened if you had used your wand!?" She had a good point, and Michael knew it. Drunk wizards and witches alike had a tendency to slur their spells which could result in serious injury. He shrunk back from her in defeat.

"Please don't leave me. I know I overreacted to lunch..."

"It's too late, Michael!" Ginny piled all of her shrunken photographs and dropped them into her suitcase lightly. "And Lunch was entirely your fault!"

Slowly, Michael got out of bed and walked over to Ginny. "Just give us a chance...just one last chance..."

"No," Ginny told him. She moved swiftly to the pillows on the bed and started shrinking them as well to go into her trunks.

"W-What are you doing?"

"These are my pillows, and I intend to keep them," said Ginny.

"I'll do anything, Ginevra. Anything..." he said. Before she could walk away he grabbed her hands and forced her to look into his eyes. "Doesn't our relationship at least deserve that? We've been together...we deserve that. Just a chance." Letting go of her hands, he turned and observed her trunks with reserved sorrow in his features. "You can't just throw away our engagement. We've committed to each other. Let's try to work through this."

Ginny sighed. He was right on this account. Damn him. And even though she wasn't in a relationship she liked, it was more than unfair of her not to at least hear him out. She wasn't a cruel person... "I'll give you one hour," she told him finally. It was the least she could do.

"Thank you," Michael breathed. "Thank you..."

"But only one hour," she warned, already regretting her decision. He nodded. "And if we can't resolve this I'm leaving." He nodded again. "Right, so what do you suggest?" Her tone was forced and she clicked the heel of her foot impatiently.

"Let's just talk," he proposed. He took her hand gently as if she would break if he used any force and led her out of the room and down the hall to the main room and living area. Together they sat down on one of the two sofas in front of the fireplace and stayed in an uncomfortable silence. "Ginevra..." he began, "I-"

"Don't call me that," Ginny snapped. "I've never liked it."

"Alright," Michael said nervously. "No need to get testy."

"I'll be testy if I want to."

"Be reasonable," Michael pleaded. "I really am trying, Ginevra-"

"I told you not to call me Ginevra!" Ginny snapped again while standing up from the couch. She made to walk away, but he stopped her. "How in Merlin's name are we going to live with each other if we're married!? It will be like being under the cruciatus curse twenty four hours, everyday, every week, every year!"

"Do you really like being around me that little?" Michael asked sadly.

'Yes!' Ginny's mind screamed, but she replied. "Do I really have to answer that?" He ignored her.

"Because I don't think I could live without you." He pulled at her hand and she sat back down slowly. It was her kindness she had to thank for giving him a last chance, and she was seriously considering revoking that decision. Did he have to be so melodramatic?

"I'm sure you'd manage somehow," she mumbled. 'You pompous git," she added in her mind.

"No...because I love you," Michael insisted. "And when you're not around...I feel...sad, and...and...and...and sad," he finished lamely. Ginny raised an eyebrow. "And incomplete," he covered quickly. "And I won't lose you. Not to something as simple as pre-wedding anxiety...every couple has had its fights. Look at...Ron and Hermione."

Ginny shook her head. "No, Michael. Ron and Hermione are different. They fight because they have pent up sexual frustration." She paused. "I can't believe I just said that. Anyway...they can't keep their hands off each other."

"And it's not that way with us?" Michael leered. Ginny turned green. "When we get through this...it will make us stronger. It will bring us closer together."

"Or maybe it will drive us further apart."

"You don't mean that."

Ginny rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Right," she said nodding her head in false vigor. But Michael missed the sarcasm altogether and a great eerie smile formed on his face.

"So," he said brightly. "Ginevr-" Ginny cleared her throat. "Ginny," he corrected.

"Better," she told him.

"I'm going to resolve this," Michael told her. Ginny stared at him blankly. "I'm going to take you out on Sunday."

"I can't go out Sunday."

"What's wrong with Sunday?"

Ginny rolled her eyes a second time. "You mean besides the obvious reasons from the last fiasco we had while eating in a restaurant?" Michael nodded reluctantly. "It's Hermione's birthday party on Sunday and I have to be there."

"You didn't tell me we had plans," Michael told her accusingly. Ginny furrowed her brow.

"Exactly how thick are you?" She said slowly. "You could have hurt Hermione today and you expect her to let you into her party? You expect Ron to let you within two hundred meters of her? You're lucky to be in the same country." Ginny sighed and stood from the couch in order to pace in front of the fireplace. "And even if there hadn't been the incident today during Hermione's appointment. Hermione and I are sick and tired of your little pissing contest with everyone male in my family."

"So this is about her appointment," Michael said stupidly. "It really was nothing, I-"

Ginny saw red. "Nothing!?" she yelled. "Nothing!? You could have cost me my job! And if Hermione wasn't my sister-in-law, you bloody well would have!"

"I don't want to fight, Ginevra," Michael said quickly.

"I told you not to call me Ginevra!"

"Ginny, then." Michael pleaded. "Please, stop-"

"Than stop acting like a prat," Ginny hissed and turned away. "Think before you speak. Hermione's appointment was a disaster." She turned to him. "It was a disaster because of you."

"Throwing insults around won't help," said Michael. "Let's just discuss this."

"And here I thought we already were..."

"Ginerv-"

"Don't make me tell you not to call me that again," Ginny said while sitting on the opposite couch.

"Can I call you something else then?"

"Ginny," she supplied. "That's what everyone calls me."

"Exactly. I want it to be personal."

"I don't see what's wrong with 'Ginny'," Ginny told him sourly. "That's my name you're insulting."

"No...not insulting," Michael argued. "I just want it to be more personal; Something that we share."

"This isn't helping your cause Michael." said Ginny. "You can call me what you want and I'll still ditch you. No mater how personal it is," she added on afterthought.

"Are you sure you're not looking for an excuse to ditch me?" Michael asked.

'Yes,' Ginny said mentally. 'I just want to leave because I only gave you a second chance in order to be a better person. But now I regret it wholly and I would like nothing better than to jinx you into tomorrow so don't give me the opportunity if you value your manly bits.' But to his face she only shrugged and told him, "I don't really need an excuse."

Michael ignored her comment. "I know what I'll call you," he said with triumph. Ginny leaned back into the couch absentmindedly thinking of shrinking it and putting it in one of her trunks as well. "I'll call you 'Gin'." Ginny went pale and cleared her throat.

"Not that name."

"But it's lovely," Michael told her quietly. She frowned. Was he trying to get her angry on purpose? Everyone who knew her knew who had called her that. Either he was very stupid or very mental.

"I said no." Ginny's voice was cold and her eye's bore into Michael's with raw intensity.

"It fits you nicely. It's cute and short and-"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because...I...no. Just, no. Anything but that."

Michael smiled at her maliciously, gouging her reaction. "I like it," he said as if pondering it. "Yes...Gin...it's nice."

Ginny snapped. He had pulled her last straw, and she had given him another chance. Now, he had crossed the line. And no one did that without paying for it. "Did I not just tell you no!? Are you deaf!?"

"I've heard people use that name before!" Michael said matching her volume.

"You couldn't have! No one's used that name except-!" She cut herself off. 'Harry', her mind supplied. Michael's expression turned violently angry and he stood up languidly from the sofa.

"It's what he used," he said in a harsh voice. "Isn't it, Gin." Ginny flinched as he spat her nickname and stared at him in seething anger. "Is it reserved for him or something? Merlin, we're going to be married! I should be able to call you that!"

"No!" Ginny yelled. "If you call me that again, I'll hex you! And I don't just mean a stunner!"

"He's not coming back, Gin! You're engaged to me! To me!" Michael bellowed. "Gin, you said yes to me! I remember, at my parent's house! You were smiling and you said yes!" He paused, red in the face, to catch his breath. "You love me, not him. Right, Gin!?" It happened so quickly Michael couldn't even blink. One moment he was standing on the floor and the next he was hanging upside-down in midair by some invisible force seemingly connected to his left ankle. His wand, which had been in his pocket, had fallen uselessly to the floor. "Let me down!"

"I warned you not to call me that," Ginny said coolly.

"Choose now," Michael ordered her from his turned over position. "Me, or him...and keep in mind that he will never return for you. In fact-"

"Are you mental?" Ginny asked. "Or just really stupid. Because I thought I just heard you ask for me to choose between you and Harry Potter." Michael only nodded. "Fine." Ginny waved her wand and let him down from dangling into a heap on the floor. "Take your bloody ring," she told him. "You're off your rocker making me choose."

Michael scrambled up to his feet gingerly and picked his wand up off the floor. "You don't mean that," he told her.

"I damn well mean it!" Ginny told him and made to take the ring off. It didn't move. She tried it again, and again it would not leave her finger. "Take the ring back! I choose him!" She pulled out her wand and produced soap bubbles in order to make her finger more slippery, but the ring would not budge.

"You don't mean that," Michael told her again, while seemingly unaware of her problem.

"I can assure you, Michael! I mean every word I say!" Ginny yelled while trying to expand the ring in order to slip it off of her finger.

"But I love you," Michael protested, still uninterested in her struggle. This only infuriated Ginny further.

"You idiot!" She roared. "You've treated me like property from the very moment I went out with you! I'm not your prize winnings! I don't know why I've wasted a year of my life with you! We don't get along, and by Merlin we are not at all meant for each other!" She gave one last tug to her engagement ring before standing up from the couch and pointing her wand at his face. "And why won't this bloody ring come off!?"

Michael waved his arm unconcerned. "I put a spell on it," he told her offhandedly.

"Brilliant," she said sarcastically. "You've cursed the damn thing!"

"It's a symbol of our everlasting love," Michael said while sitting back down on the sofa. "Come sit next to me, Gin."

"Are you out of your mind!? I. Don't. Love. You!"

"You don't mean that."

"Take it off!" Ginny screeched. She walked over to him purposefully and thrust her hand in his face all the while keeping her wand pointed in the same area. Michael didn't seem concerned.

"It only comes off when we marry to show our love and commitment for each other," he explained. "I thought it was romantic."

"Well isn't that convenient! Because it just so happens your notion on what is and what's not romantic could rival Crabbe and Goyle in stupidity! Now...take it off!" Ginny screamed.

"I just told you," Michael said. "I can't."

"Arg!" Ginny cried in frustration. She turned around in anger and then back around and pointed her wand at the sofa Michael was sitting on. "Reducto!" And in an array of goose feathers and upholstery, the couch burst and disintegrated from under the wizard, who promptly fell on the floor.

"You're mad!" He yelled at her as he rubbed his sore bottom. "I told you I can't take it off! We have to get married!"

"And then it does what!?" Ginny yelled further. "It just falls off by itself, does it!?"

"Well then we'd be married wouldn't we?" Michael said agitated. "It would stay on...unless we divorced."

"Oh, you're just loving this, aren't you," Ginny said in quiet fury.

"Hardly," Michael admitted. "After your promise to wait until marriage, I pledged an unbreakable vow of fidelity to you in front of my parents. It's either you or no one."

"Is that why you wanted the wedding moved up?" Ginny asked in disbelief and disgust. "The money...that was just greed. And I could partially understand it, even if I didn't agree with it. But if the real reason you moved up our wedding was because you couldn't live however long without a shag, then I am completely and utterly disgusted with you."

"You don't know what it's like, Ginevra. You haven't-"

"I have." Ginny said plainly. "Just never with you." She paused. "Now, take off this ring or I swear on my brother Percy's left leg, that-"

"I can't!" Michael shouted. "Only if we marry! Did you hear me the first three times I told you?"

"I heard you!" Ginny shouted back. "But I'm not marrying you!" When Michael started to retort, Ginny glared him into silence. "And, I don't give a damn about your problem. I'm never sleeping with you and it serves you right to never be able to-"

"Why don't you love me?" Michael said cutting her off.

"Michael! The reasons...there isn't enough parchment in this world!"

"You don't mean that," Michael told her. Ginny blew up.

"Stop telling me what I mean and don't mean! You're driving me up the bloody wall! I know what I mean, Damnit!" Ginny exclaimed at the top of her lungs. Raw magic burst out of the end of her wand and hit the second sofa that she had planned to take with her. It combusted into flames. "Damnit!" Nonverbally, she summoned her trunks from the other room and with a pinch of floo powder she tossed both of them one after another into the flames and yelled, "Ron and Hermione's house!" The trunks disappeared into a vast swirl of green. She turned back to Michael. "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Michael asked her as if he hadn't heard the destination of her luggage. He was standing awkwardly where the first sofa had been, and watching her pace about with a sad expression etched into his frowning features. Ginny, though, made no move to respond to him as she threw another pinch of floo powder in the fire and made to step in. "Ginevra! Ginny!" Michael called desperately and ran over to her, pulling her out of the fire and knocking her onto the floor. Ginny gasped and she fell and her wand left her hand.

"How dare you!"

"I didn't mean to," Michael said crouching down beside her and placing a caring but firm hold on her. "But I can't let you leave."

Ginny stared at him. "You can't let me?"

"I love you," the grip on her arm tightened and Ginny struggled to reach for her wand.

"Let go of me, you arse!" Ginny yelled.

"If I let go, you'll leave," Michael told her.

"I know I will!" Ginny agreed while trying to kick and hit him away from her. But he just held on tighter. Ginny flailed helplessly. She was no match for him physically no matter how strong her magic was. "Let go!"

"I'm sorry, Ginevra. But you're destined to be my wife. I've made so many sacrifices for you." Michael said calmly while pinning her to the floor with his body. Ginny screamed. "And you've never even told me you loved me. Not once." Using his other hand he stroked her hair lovingly.

"Get off me!" Ginny screamed again. "I'm not going to compensate you because you made a bad decision of fidelity!"

"Tell me you love me," Michael said while shifting himself further on top of her.

"No!"

"Why's that?"

"Because I don't love you," Ginny spat. Freeing one of her arms she clocked him in the face and scrambled away quickly as he howled in pain. She rolled to her wand and pointed it at him with a strange series of curses on her lips. A second later it was Michael screaming. "I hope you like that," Ginny said while standing up. Her legs were shaking, but she didn't care. Michael was writhing on the floor with bogey's the size and shape of bats streaming from every orifice of his body, which resembled a giant swollen teapot more than anything else. "My bat-bogey hex," Ginny said walking over to the fireplace. "With improvements," she added.

"But you...love...me," Michael choked out through bat bogeys. "I...know...you love...me...like I love...you."

Ginny took her floo powder and threw it into the flames before stepping in. "No Michael," she said before leaving. "I love Harry Potter."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Ginny finally has her priorities straight! Yay! I'll try and update soon. The muse is just writing away! And please review! It makes the muse very, very happy!

Oh, and Happy Birthday to me!