ANHey guys, thanks for the amazing reviews :D keeps me going!

Now in this chapter Ginny is going through a tough time, she hasn't matured enough to know what she should do and I have tried to capture that immaturity on her part….

And this story needs to be developed quite a bit for me to get all I want out of it… so I hope you are in it for the long haul…. Well not that long… :P but you know what I mean

Now on to it…

Ginny woke up startled. The dark man next to her groaned and sat up next to her.

"What's wrong gin?" Dean asked scratching the back of his head, shaking it slightly to remove the grogginess he felt. Ginny leant back and smiled up at him. He kissed her tenderly on the lips and Ginny savoured in the feeling, oh I love him so much.

"Nothing Dean… everything is perfect." Ginny whispered and Dean sighed.

"Gin…. Ginevra… I have a problem sharing you…with him… I don't want to share you anymore…. I want the two of us to be exclusive… together… always." Dean said slowly and Ginny frowned, Dean knew that talking about Harry was against the rules.

"I thought we agreed."

"Well we agreed… but that was until I fell in love with you." Dean stated and Ginny gasped in shock, sitting up once more, her bare chest showing openly in the dark room.

"Dean…. You shouldn't have said that…"

"Why… it's the truth Ginny! And if I can't have you to myself, I can't have you at all… make your choice. Me or him. Fame or the man you really love and want." She let out a whimper and he sighed. "I know you love me."

"I do love you, with all my heart… I just… I can't!" she stood, the sheet now wrapped tightly around her. "This is why we have rules Dean! No mention of Harry… we must never be exclusive, each of us must have someone else! No emotional attachment!" she shrieked and Dean stood in his full glory, looming over her, she took a tentative step backwards in fear.

"You and your stupid rules! Why did you even have them in the first place! I don't want to hurt people Ginny, but I want you and only you, I haven't been with anyone else in two years." He looked down, his voice quickly losing all of the venom it had been laced with at first. He looked at his feet in shame and Ginny reached forward and placed a hand on his cheek.

"Dean… I can't… I am expected to do this… it is my destiny." She stated nervously and Dean growled.

"We make our own destinies…. Mrs Potter." He spat and Ginny withdrew her hand as if she had been burnt. Tears fell like rain down her face, warm, heavy droplets that did nothing to sooth the sudden coldness she felt in her heart.

And Ginny, rather than facing the problem, rather than facing the conflicting feelings, left. The moment the loud sound of her disappearance resonated inside the now dank room, Dean fell to his knees in agony.

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Harry ran down the dirt path to the burrow's front door, breathing heavily from the physical effort. He knocked on the door and prayed Ginny would be here, he had looked for her everywhere, her flat, the "possies" houses, he knew she wouldn't be at Hermione's… he had been there and she definitely was not at Grimmauld, she could not access it.

He knocked once more and heard the shuffling of footsteps from inside the kitchen. Harry blushed furiously when Mrs Weasley answered the door looking a bit flushed and straightening her dress quickly. Mr Weasley ran up the stairs quickly and Molly laughed at the obviously troubled man.

"Hello Harry dear, how are you?"

"Oh im… im well Molly I was just wondering have you seen Ginny today at all? I can't seem to find her anywhere." Harry asked smiling in what he hoped was a sincere manner. Molly sighed and pointed up, where harry knew Ginny's old room was directly above. "May I?"

"Of course dear, now… if you will excuse me… Arthur… well…." She trailed off and Harry childishly blocked his ears smiling smally. Molly chuckled and skipped up the two floors to the bedroom she shared with Arthur.

Harry entered Ginny's room and found her sitting on her old rocking chair, staring out of the only window in her room. She sighed and closed her eyes, Harry saw that her diamond engagement ring lay on her bedside table. She looked so sad sitting there, Harry felt the sudden impulse to comfort her, she looked sadder than she had the day Ron had died. Harry for the first time in his life felt a rage for his dead friend, he had hurt Hermione so much…

"Ginny." Harry whispered and Ginny yelped in shock turning to face him. It was then Harry noticed the tears that were dribbling down her face in heavy, constant droplets. "Are you okay?" Harry asked and Ginny nodded quickly smiling falsely.

"Of course I am Harry… why wouldn't I be?" Ginny's voice was crackly and he knew she was silently cursing herself for it.

"No reason…" Harry avoided quickly. "Ginny, I think we should talk." Ginny's eyes darkened at the statement and harry swallowed heavily.

"About what harry?" she tried to sound sweet but failed miserably. Harry met her blazing gaze and diverted his eyes to her neck, she had quite the beautiful neck, lean and soft, perfectly coloured, with a splash of freckles and a large red- wait… is that what I think it is? Harry frowned and looked up meeting her worried eyes.

"What's that on your neck?" he asked calmly and Ginny's hands immediately cradled her neck, fear flickering over her already distraught features. "Have you been cheating on me Ginny?" Harry asked and just as Ginny opened her mouth to answer, Charlie Weasley knocked on the door, a smile on his tanned face.

"Hey harry! Hope im not interrupting!" he joked and smiled at his sister whom gave him a fierce glare. Charlie looked to Harry's sad face and Ginny's furious and deduced the situation bad. "Um Harry, dad sent me here to get Gin to help with the kitchen…. Making supper and all." Harry nodded and turned to Ginny.

"Ginerva I can't do this anymore." Harry stated solemnly and left the room, hearing Charlie ask what Ginny had done this time.

Harry stormed from the house how could she do this to me… I mean, I know we haven't been intimate in a while…. but… I would never do that to her! Never intentionally.

Well you know what that means don't you? She only ever wanted you for your fame. His subconscious said darkly.

Maybe that's what they all want me for… not for me… they don't love just harry.

Probably right mate… his subconscious once more said and fell silent.

Harry apparated to Grimmauld place and told Dobby to bring his meals to his rooms and nothing else, he did not intend on leaving his room any time soon.

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Hermione sat in Godric's Hollow wringing her hands together. They were like serpents and Blaise surveyed them critically as if they were the most interesting thing in the room. Hermione would have smiled at Draco and Luna, whose hands, Hermione noted were entwined, but she couldn't think, she couldn't speak, she hadn't seen Harry in two weeks.

They had never been apart for so long since back at school, in the summer holidays and even then they tried to speak to each other once a week. Hermione bit her lip whilst thinking of the memory of the other day, when Ginny had sent an owl, asking if she had seen her fiancé. Hermione gulped and bit her lip.

"Hermione, just apparate into his house, you are allowed access, something might be wrong, who knows, he might need you." Blaise stated and Hermione nodded, meeting his eyes. She sighed and ran her fingers through her dark curls. She had told them, in less graphic detail, what had happened the last morning Harry had been here and her fears of what was wrong with him.

"Hermione, I know you are in love with him. Just go to him. He returns such love." Luna stated dreamily and Hermione looked to the blonde witch, but she was gazing out the window looking intently at something in the distance. Hermione wondered for a moment, a mere second, what the young woman was thinking, what she suspected.

Hermione stood and nodded. "I'll go to him, it's just I only delayed because, Harry… he likes his space." Hermione whispered and Draco shook his head.

"He may like his space, but he likes you occupying his space, all the time." Draco whispered and Hermione smiled smally, apparating on the spot.

When Hermione arrived in the hallway of number twelve Grimmauld Place it was eerily dark and gloomy, like its previous days when the Blacks had resided in the home, Dobby stepped forward out of the shadows and smiled at Hermione, bringing his small, skinny arms around her legs in a tight embrace.

"Miss Hermione! So good to see you! Miss… Mr. Potter… he has requested no guests…" Dobby trailed off and Hermione patted him on the head gently.

"He will see me Dobby and I will help him, do not fear." Dobby smiled and Hermione walked up the hall way, up a flight of stairs and to the second floor where she entered Harry's room, the master suite. Harry's body was slumped over his bed diagonally, several of his limbs hanging limply over the sides of the mattress. Hermione sighed and walked forward, his hand still loosely held an empty firewhisky bottle, one that would soon join the many discarded ones that littered the floor, Hermione waved her wand and they all entered his bin in the corner of the room.

She saw the unshaven, unclean nature of Harry's face and sighed, sitting beside his sleeping body she placed a small hand on his cheek tenderly, feeling the hairs under her fingertips. It was curious to feel such a rough texture to his face that was not graze or some other kind of injury, it was calming.

"Harry…"

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