A/N: It's my birthday! Birthdays are half depressing and half exciting because you're getting old and because all the attention is on you! But not for me cause it's also Father's Day! So Dad and I celebrate together. Happy Father's day to all the fathers out there! :)

Things were getting a little bit rocky between Harry and Ginny. It turned from sugar to spice. Since Harry had matches, he was out for weeks at times. Their sudden distance scared Ginny. She knew of Harry's past and his ways. He never stayed with a girl for too long. Ginny had been well aware of that when they started their secret relationship.
Puddlemere had made it to the finals and that required Harry to be gone for over a month. On their last night together, they lied in bed naked.

"It seems all you've been doing lately is travelling," Ginny said.

"I know. But I'm happy. My team has a shot at winning the cup,"

"I'm happy for you too, Harry. Shame my team's out till next season,"

Harry brought her closer to him and put his arm underneath her head.

"You're not mad that we beat you, are you?"

"No, I'm not mad. That was a long time ago. And the outcome led to something great,"

"It did,"

"So, a month and a half, huh?"

"Yeah, but I'll try and come home in between the matches. It's only a country away,"

"You'll be back before your birthday?"

"Maybe,"

Ginny nodded and scooted closer to Harry. They stayed in silence for a matter of minutes, falling asleep. Until Ginny decided to bring up their down spiraling relationship.

"Harry?"

"Mmmhmmm?"

"Do you think we're falling apart?"

Harry's eyes opened and his head turned to look at Ginny.

"What are you talking about, Ginny?"

Ginny propped herself on her elbow, "Our relationship, Harry. We've been getting farther and farther away from each other. Not in the literal sense, but in the emotional sense. You're not the same,"

Harry sighed, "You're imagining things. We're fine,"

"No we're not. We haven't been for months now,"

"Ginny, it's my last night with you. Can you not start?"

"You're going to leave for over a month. I'm not waiting that long to talk about a problem we have,"

"I don' believe we have a fucking problem," Harry said, getting riled up.

"I do. We need to talk about it,"

"What's there to talk about?" Harry asked loudly.

"You're more distant! We haven't been on a date since before the whole pregnancy thing and-"

"Because you don't want anyone to know about our relationship!"

"We could go to the muggle world. This is why Dean and I didn't work out. He was exactly the same,"

"Don't compare me to Dean, Ginny. You choose to hide our relationship from the public,"

Ginny sat up, her hand on top of Harry's hand. He didn't understand.

"What if we told the public? Just told them about us?"

Harry shook his head, "No, it's too late for that,"

"Why?"

"Because you've already decided to not tell. You're just saying this because of your insecurities,"

"I'm not insecure," Ginny said quickly.

"Can we just go to sleep? I have to be up early to catch the portkey,"

Ginny sighed in defeat. Harry just didn't get it.

"Goodnight, Ginny," Harry said, kissing her.

She responded to his kiss and then lied back down. She slipped into an uneasy sleep.

Next morning, Ginny woke up to Harry getting dressed. She got up and did the same. Looking at the time, she sighed. Harry had to leave in half an hour. No time to try and talk to him again.

"I'm heading out. Going to see Ron and Hermione before I leave,"

"Okay,"

"I'll write to you and I'll convince my captain to let me come back during breaks,"

"Okay,"

Harry sighed, walked over to her, and grabbed her lightly by the shoulders.

"I'll miss you, Gin,"

"Me too,"

"I love you,"

She looked up and stared into his eyes in shock. It was the first time he had told her he loved her. But for some reason, she didn't believe he was being honest.

"I love you too, Harry,"

Ginny had no idea why she said it back if she felt Harry was being insincere. She did love him. She had grown to love him despite their problems.

"Bye," Harry leaned in and kissed her. She responded and once they broke off, he waved and left her home.

Harry did not write or come see her. Hermione had told her he had written her, but Ginny didn't mention he had not written her. She was beginning to worry. The Prophet reported Puddlemere winning the Quidditch Cup and that the teams were back in their hometowns. Yet, Harry had not come see her. She had no word of him.

"Do you think I should go see him? I mean it's his birthday," Ginny asked Grayson, who rolled her eyes.

"Why are you wasting your time? He should be the one to come see you,"

"But it's his birthday. Maybe he's been too busy,"

Grayson gave her the are-you-stupid look.

"Ginny, he wrote Ron and Hermione. I'm sure if he wanted too, he would've written to you,"

Ginny bit her lip and played with her food.

"I don't want to be mean, but maybe you have to grasp the idea that Harry is a bloody tosser that played with you,"

Ginny didn't know how to answer. What if Grayson was right? What if she was just another of Harry's flings? She needed him to tell her that. To make it real.

"I'm going to go see him and give him his present,"

"Do what you want. I can't stop you. I'll be here when you find him with a dumb bimbo,"

Ginny ignored her.

Ginny got up, grabbed her jacket and Harry's wrapped up gift, and apparated in the alley near Harry's house. She went into the hotel and took the elevator to his floor. Finally finding the room number, she knocked on the door.

Nobody answered.

She knocked again. She heard someone's footsteps come closer. Harry opened the door.

"Hey, Harry,"

He was half naked in only his boxers.

"Ginny! What are you doing here?"

"I came to give you your present,"

A girl showed up behind Harry. She was equally as naked as Harry was.

"Oh," Ginny said, shocked.

"Who's this, Harry?" The girl asked.

"No one,"

Grayson was right.