The next night Harry sat in the Common Room with Ron, laughing and care-free as Ginny made her way hesitantly down to join them. Wringing her hands nervously, she slowly made her way over to them, dreading every step. She would have to tell Harry about Draco soon, or Hermione would, and that would be even worse, and tonight was the perfect oppertunity. But she was afraid. She wasn't afraid of Harry, but of what it would do to Harry. After all, just because she despised sleeping with him, didn't mean she didn't care about him…
"Hey Gin! There you are." Oblivious to his girlfriends' distress, Harry beckoned her over. She went, but instead of sitting next to him, she hovered.
"Harry, do you think we could talk for a minute?" She motioned to the exit.
"Sure, Gin." He got up willingly enough. Poor guy, he has no idea what's coming.
Once alone, Harry stood there waiting to listen to her, but she couldn't start. She tried again and again but couldn't seem to force the words out.
"Ginny, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He sounded so concerned. Another wave of guilt washed over her. She took a deep breath.
"I have to tell you something." He nodded, and she closed her eyes. "And it's going to make you hate me."
"Nothing could ever make me hate you, Ginny." He said with a small smile.
"This will." She promised, effectively making every trace of a smile drop off his face.
"What is it?" Harry whispered.
"Harry, I- I-…" She took a steadying breath. Like ripping off a Band-Aid, just do it. "I've been shagging Draco Malfoy." She almost yelled, desperate to just tell him! There. It's done. And now she waited.
And waited.
The silence was deafening between them. He didn't say a word, and she refused to look up to meet his eyes. The minutes ticked by.
"Malfoy." It wasn't a question, and it wasn't an exclamation. It was a confirmation. She nodded.
"'Shagging,' not 'shagged.' Not in past tense then." Now she shook her head.
"How long?" It sounded strangled, as though the shock was wearing off.
Now a muffled sob broke out of her lips. "Months." Another pause.
"Are you sorry?" That was a tough one to answer.
"I'm sorry I hurt you." It was the truth.
"That's not what I'm asking. Ginny, are you sorry?" Her eyes snapped up to his. His face was twisted in pain and shock, and his eyes begged her to say 'yes.' Because she knew what he was asking. He wanted to hear her say she was sorry she slept with Malfoy, wanted her to say she was sorry she had cheated, and that she wouldn't ever again. And she couldn't.
"No."
He looked like he had a hippogriff shoved down his throat, and still he didn't yell, rant or rave. That's because he was Harry, he was too nice. And ironically, that's why she wasn't happy with him.
"Are you going to… date him now?" She was actually startled.
"I- I'm not sure."
"Well then." He took a deep breath, but the hurt was easy to hear. "That's that."
She nodded. The 'It's over' was easy to hear, and it's what she had expected.
"Bye, Gin." And he walked away. Nice guys finish last. At least people got something right, sad as it might be.
Ginny watched him leave, and then began walking down to the dungeons.
One confrontation down, one to go…
A/N: Well guys, I got one more with this story, and then that's that! : Please review and let me know what you want the outcome to be, for example if Ginny and Draco should end it all or go for it! I've got several directions I could end this in, and I want to know what my readers want! Let me know!
