The oven alarm went off eventually and they tore themselves apart, both turning to see Harry's wide-eyed face. "Oh my God, Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, cupping her face in both of her hands; her face turning a shade of red a lot darker than her hair. She quickly noticed the tears forming in his eyes and ran to him, hugging him tight, aware of the lack of response. He turned her around with him, so his back was a away from Dudley. In one smooth motion he had Ginny locked behind him and his wand was pointed at Dudley's forehead.

Beads of sweat twinkled across Harry's scar, wrinkles we visible between his eyebrows and his lips were in one tight line. He didn't say anything, just stood there, one hand behind him, circled around Ginny's wrist, and the other, shaking and pointed at Dudley.

Dudley, who was still a little shocked with himself, held his hands up in a sort of surrender. But the grin on his face told Harry that he was pleased with what he had done, kissed a beautiful girl such as Ginny. Harry let go of Ginny's hand and took a step towards Dudley, who suddenly became fearful with his lack of knowing his cousins abilities. Rapidly, Harry drew closer, so close that his wand was sticking in the side of Dudley's neck just seconds later. He pushed it until Dudley let out a small cry of pain. Harry bought his other hand up, wrapping it around Dudley's fat neck. He squeezed, the anger taking him over completely. Dudley started to choke, scratching at Harry's hand.

Ginny let out a scream behind them. "Harry, don't do this, it's not you!" She begged. Realising what he was doing, Harry let go slightly, and pulled his wand away, leaving a swollen red mark.

"Leave." He said to Dudley through gritted teeth.

"W-Wha-"

"Leave." He repeated. Dudley nodded once and turned away, fleeing the kitchen. Harry watched him go and eventually turned towards Ginny.

Ginny could barely stand it, the silence, with his eyes burning her skin. She didn't dare say anything, just waited, watched, biting into her petal lips. "Why?" He said finally, but cut himself short by holding his fingers to his lips. She sighed, crying inside, but too strong, too stubborn to let even the stray tear fall.

"I don't know." She admitted shyly.

"God damn it Ginny." He yelled, slamming his fist into the table. She jumped a little at his outburst but stayed where she was. "Does none of this matter to you? We are getting married in a week Ginny," he reasoned, walking towards her, but not getting close enough to hear her rasped breath. Lowering his voice, "You're carrying my child." He whispered, his stomach still lurched when he said it, but he still felt dead inside, his heart was somewhere between them. Tied to a line rope that connected both of them, one wrong word could cause it to snap, causing everything to tumble down between the two of them, separating them...

"You think I don't know that? You think that I haven't been thinking about you, us, every second of everyday for the last, five years?" She exclaimed. "I have never been unfaithful." She said sternly, looking directly into his green eyes, shielded behind the steamed glass of the circle glasses he had always worn on the bridge of his nose.

"I just caught you looking very comfortable with cousin, the cousin who practically abused me for a majority of my childhood. Do you know how sick that sounds?"

"I didn't kiss him."She didn't have to say anymore, she knew that, as well as Harry did. "If you really love me you'll trust me on that." With that she walked away, leaving Harry to deal with the cake that was burning in the oven.

She walked through the halls; there was no laughter, no cries of happiness, and no sparkles of magic. Only the sound of silence, how had no one heard the fight that she had just had with the supposed love of her life? But of course they had, they just pretended that they hadn't. It had started raining around the burrow. She tried to let out a little laugh, it always rains when I'm sad, she thought to herself. That, of course, was not the case. Ginny slumped herself on the window seat in the sitting room, watching as the water streamed down the glass. She traced them with her finger, getting moisture on the tips and feeling icy cold. With her head slumped against the pane she watched the area around the house.

Everything seemed so frantic outside, she wished Hermione were there, or her mother. There was no one there to help her. Ron? No. Her father? No. Ginny caught glimpses of a rather dishevelled Dudley sitting on a rock outside. He had caused this. How dare he? Rage fumed in her body, as she thought of as many nasty things she could think of about the wet boy outside. Ginny had this weird feeling in her stomach, a pain that rumbled and moved around. She cradled her slightly swollen belly. It wasn't enough to be noticed, only by the girl who lives with the body. A flash of pain came again. Groaning, she held her hand over her mouth and sprinted for the nearest toilet.

Harry heard Ginny sprint up the stairs and into the bathroom, slamming it shut and locking the door. He knew something was wrong, he could tell just by listening to her movements, but he couldn't go to her. He regretted what he had said, or at least he slightly regretted it. He knew that she needed to hear it, but it was what she had said to him that was sticking in his mind.

"If you really love me, you'll trust me." Her voice rung in his ears. He knew that Dudley had a crush on Ginny, but her never thought he would try and make a move, try to make his life more of a living hell than it already was. He had caught them looking very comfortable, he knew she wasn't kissing back, but she didn't pull away, why was that? To give Dudley the satisfaction? Or herself?

"Harry! Harry!" He was pulled away from his thoughts when Ron sprinted down the stairs, yelling his name.

"Yeah?" Harry called, putting a lid on the cake he had forgotten about and putting it in the fridge.

"It's Ginny." Ron said finally and Harry swung himself around.

"What is it, what's wrong?" But before run could get the answer out, Harry was gone. He found Ginny with her head bent over the toilet, he quickly shut the door behind him and walked over to hold her hair back and stroke her neck. He soothed her and picked up the empty glass lying beside her.

"Aguamenti" He murmured, causing a jet of water to burst from the tip of his wand. He handed it to Ginny and continued stroking her back.

"Harry, I'm so sorry." She whined, flushing the toilet and slumping against the bathtub. He tapped her cheek, smiling slightly.

"I believe you," He whispered. Smiling, he leant over to tuck her head in his shoulder; he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, kissing her neck softly. "I love you." He added.

She nodded into his shoulder, and pulled back, "I love you too, more than anything." He leant in to kiss her but she quickly held her hand up. "Please don't." She said hastily. His eyebrows knotted together, the confusion portrayed on his face. "My breath stinks, and I probably look like crap."

He chuckled, "You always look beautiful to me, Ginny."

"But I don't always stink." She said, feeling a lot better. "I'm sorry, this all came on so quick, I swear I didn't feel bad this morning." She said. "It's too early for morning sickness." She whispered, in case anyone was listening at the door.

He nodded, "I'm sure everything is fine, but I can take you to St Mungo's if you want?" Harry suggested. Ginny shook her head.

"There must be a bug going around. I feel much better now."

"Ok, well do you want to get something in your stomach? We can go out?" Ginny smiled, he had forgiven her so easily. He trusts me. Her stomach had butterflies flying around.

"Sure." She smiled, picking herself up and drinking the rest of the water. Cradling the glass she was led out of the door by her fiancé. They stopped at the top of the stairs watching as Hermione and Mr Dursley push their way through the door, holding a huge television box.

"Ah, there you are." Mrs Weasley said, noticing the couple standing on the landing. "Would either of you care to explain why Dudley was locked out of the house in the pouring rain?" The couple shared a glance at each other. Ginny held on tight to Harry's arm, holding him back as Mrs Weasley let him back at the house. He looked up, smiling at the two of them.

"Harry, don't. I love you." Ginny reminded Harry in his ear. He nodded once and flashed them away from the burrow.

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