"Harry, you are always gone! You are finally home for the weekend. Can we PLEASE not argue about this? I am tired. I just want to be with you…maybe cuddle up on the couch…"

"Damnit Gin! You just said it yourself! I am never home so when I am, I want you in my bed god Damnit!"

He was advancing on her, causing her to back up into the kitchen and press her back against the wooden counter. Harry was drunk, piss ass drunk actually, and wanting sex from Ginny. She wasn't having it though. She was exhausted and tired and wasn't in the mood. Her need to have Harry be intimate with her was draining by the seconds. He stood in front of her with both of his hands gripping the counter on either side of her.

"You'll do as I say."

"No."

"Ginevra…don't start with me."

"Don't call me by my full name, Harry. You don't have the right to."

"You're my damn girlfriend! I have the bloody right and you know it!"

He moved one of his hands over so he could grip her wrist. He wrapped his hand around with such force that Ginny winced with the unexpected pain. She tried yanking it away but he held on tight. He was much stronger when he was drunk because normally Ginny could hold her own against him.

"Harry…let me go."

"Give me what I want and I will."

"It doesn't work like that!"

"YES IT DOES!"

She used her free hand to push his chest. He stumbled backward in his drunken stupor and let go of her wrist. She made a mad dash for the fire place, desperate to floo away to the Burrow, but Harry caught her and grabbed her by the waist. She started kicking and flailing her arms, trying to get away.

"PUT ME DOWN HARRY!"

"STOP BEING A BITCH!"

He carried her to the living room and slammed her onto the couch. He reared back his right hand and brought it down, making solid contact with her left cheek. The sting was instant and Ginny felt her eyes unwillingly watering up. He had just slapped her. Her boyfriend, and the man that she once use to be madly in love with, had laid his hands on her. He had abused her. Harry, even with being drunk, realized the severity of his action and got off of the witch.

"Ginny…I…I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry-"

He moved to her as soon as she stood up but she was in tears by now.

"N-no. Don't you dare touch me H-Harry Potter. I-I'm leaving and don't y-you dare try to s-stop me!"

She ran upstairs and grabbed the closest trunk she could spot before stuffing her clothes into it. She grabbed her toothbrush and comb and slammed some other things in it before finally grabbing her wand off the nightstand. She could hear Harry cursing himself and crying downstairs but she didn't care. She slammed the lid shut and clammed the locks, dragging the heavy trunk down the old stairs. She walked right past her boyfriend without saying anything to him and grabbed a handful of floo powder.

"The Burrow!"

She through the powder into the flames, watching them turn bright emerald green. She looked back one more time at Harry, seeing his shoulders shake as he continued to cry and sob. She stepped into the flames and was immediately whisked away to her old house, just happy to be away.

o.O.o

During the next couple of group therapy sessions, Dr. Bloomberg kept doing little games and partner exercises. Of course, Ginny always reached for Draco, determined to start new with him and be there for him. She felt even more desperate for a friend now too since she moved out of Grimmauld Place. He kept revealing more and more to her each week and she was sure that if he just had a friend in his life he would be so much more happier. Today they were assigned to go off in pairs, like usual. They had to take turns, naming one positive thing about their partner, and one thing that they could work on. Normally Ginny went first, but Draco started things off as soon as they faced their chairs towards each other.

"Alright Weaslette-"

"Please stop calling me that! How many times do I have to tell you to-"

"Fine! Ginny. One thing you can work on is your temper."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "That's valid. And?"

"And what?"

"You're suppose to say something positive about me too."

"Ah, right. Umm, you said you're barely drinking now. That's good."

"Yeah, yeah it is. Okay. So, one bad thing about you is that you're stubborn as Hell."

"Am not!"

Ginny raised her eyebrows at the wizard. "Example one. And one good thing…er… you at least will make conversation with me now. I like that."

Draco snorted. Why was she trying so hard to be his friend? Sure, he liked talking to her because it was nice to know someone else who was suffering from the bloody war, but he would never admit that to her. Besides, she wasn't a friend; an acquaintance was a better way to label it.

"Lets just keep the mushy shit to ourselves Weasle-Ginny and finish this damn exercise. Bad thing; you try too hard to change people. Good thing; you're a good listener."

"Okay…okay bad thing, you never leave your house other than for these therapy sessions. Good thing, you didn't tell Dr. Bloomberg the truth about my bruise when she drilled you about that. I still really appreciate that. I didn't really want to press charges."

It was true. Ginny had come to the next session after her fight with Harry with a nasty bruise on her cheek. Of course, Draco had immediately questioned her, wanting to know what it was from. He had promised her to not speak a word to anyone else about it so she told him the truth; she told him that Harry had hit her. The blonde reacted quite differently than she had expected, however. He got really angry with the Gryffindor, wanting to hurt him for laying a hand on her. Ginny had never seen the Slytherin so furious. Off course, Dr. Bloomberg had wanted to know why he was in such an uproar, but he wouldn't say the truth. He made up some stupid lie.

"Yeah, yeah. Calm your knickers Ginny. Okay…one thing you need to work on is your feelings. Seriously, I don't need you to go all mushy gushy in my all the time. But I do think that it's a good thing that you moved out of wherever you were with Potter and got away from him."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Jesus Ginny you always bitched about how terrible things were with him! You were so unhappy and you know it. Listen, I understand that you've been with Potter for a long time, and for Merlin's sake I don't understand why, but maybe you two just aren't meant to be like you thought you were. Maybe Potter isn't the one that's right for you."

"Jeez Draco. That's…deep. Especially coming from you."

"Yeah yeah just shut it. No need to repeating it. Lets keep doing this damn exercise."

But as they kept going, Ginny couldn't help but notice a slight blush creep into Draco's pale cheeks.