Disclaimer: I hate writing these things, but if I don't, I'll get sued, so her I

go: I only own the plot and Michael. Everything else belongs to

J.K. Rowling.

A/N – I made an error in my last A/N. I meant to say that Michael is really

a good guy. He is not a bad guy. Sorry about that.

Chapter 14

"Ginny?" Harry said when seeing that someone was standing under "Ginny's and His Spot."

The girl standing there spun around. "H- H- Harry!" Ginny stuttered she did not expect to get caught standing there. "What are you doing here?"

"I just needed to clear my head. You?" Harry asked.

"The same," Ginny said quickly. Wanting to get the topic off her, she added, "What's wrong?"

"Well, besides the fact that I screwed up yet again, nothing," Harry said bleakly.

"Harry, you're probably just over reacting. How did you 'screw up again'?" Ginny asked.

"Well, I got Hermione and Ron into a fight and the everyone in the Great Hall now knows that Sirius is dead."

"Ok, what are Hermione and Ron fighting about? You know, they're probably not even fighting because of you. They always fight."

"No, it's about me. Ron kept on insisting that I talk to Sirius about something- that's how the whole Great Hall found out that Sirius is dead. I kind of shouted it out. I'm telling you, the Weasley temper is starting to rub off onto me!" he joked.

"Shut up!" Ginny laughed, "Anyway, I'm sure that they'll get over it. And I think it was a good thing that people know that Sirius is dead. You had to tell people. That's how you're going to heal. (A/N – Sorry that it sounded sooooo corny!) But what was so important that Ron wanted you to talk to Sirius?"

This was what Harry was hoping she would not ask. He wasn't going to lie, though. "You," he said.

Ginny turned beet red at this and looked down. "Oh," was all she could say. She didn't know exactly how to react. Then, her curiosity got the better of her. "What about me?"

"Stuff," Harry said simply in reply.

"Is something going to happen?" she asked growing nervous, "I mean, whenever Ron wanted you to talk to Sirius, something bad was happening."

"Nothing's going to happen," Harry assured her.

"Then why did Ron want you to talk to Sirius about me?" she persisted.

"Just... stuff. Let's get off the topic. How come you're hear?" Harry said remembering that he never received an answer to that question.

"I just needed to clear my head."

"Did something happen? You look a little confused," Harry observed.

"No, nothing happened," Ginny lied.

"Oh, ok. I'm going to go back inside. There's some things that I need to clear up," Harry said as he walked away.

"I am," Ginny suddenly said.

"You are... what?" Harry said after jumping when Ginny suddenly spoke.

"I am confused about something."

"Oh! Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," Ginny said, but then added, "But I have to."

"Ok, what's you're problem?"

"You."

Harry was quite taken aback by this response. He didn't think Ginny thought of him as a problem.

"I'm a problem?" Harry asked.

"In a way, yeah. I don't understand what's going on?"

"What you mean?"

"I don't know how to put this," Ginny said.

"Come on, Gin, you know that you can tell me anything," Harry said trying to find out what was wrong.

"That's the thing, Harry. I don't know if I can tell you anything. I can't trust you fully. Ever since we broke up, I never have trusted you."

"Umm... Ginny, there's something I have to tell you..." Harry began. He figured that this would be the perfect time to clear the air about their break up. Even if they couldn't be a couple, he still wanted to be close friends.

"Harry, let me talk first. When you broke up with me, you told me that you never loved me and that you were basically using me. Then, you suddenly ask me to dance and we got so close while we were. What's going on? Are you trying to use me again?"

"Of course I'm not using you! I would never do that!"

"But you did, Harry. You did use me once before. You admitted it to me. How am I suppose to believe you now?" Ginny questioned.

Harry knew what he had to do. He had to explain to her what really happened when they broke up. That was the only way he could get her to believe him. "Gin, I think there's some things that I should explain to you."

"About what?"

"It's about our break up. You don't know the whole story."

"What do you mean?"

"Just let me explain. And please don't stop me until I'm done. It'll make it much easier," then seeing that she had nodded in agreement, he began the whole story, "I got these letters. They basically told me to stay away from you or you would be killed. I thought it was just a joke, but then you saw that person in your room. You may have thought that it was your imagination, but I knew that somebody had really been there. I got I think one more letter after that. It told me the same thing that the others did; to stay away from you. That's why I broke up with you. If I hadn't, you may have been hurt. I loved you too much to see anything happen to you."

Ginny was stunned, but she wasn't sure that she believed him. "Who sent the letters, though? How am I supposed to believe you ever even got letters?"

"You gave me the letter one morning. The mail came while I was out of the Great Hall with Hermione," Harry reminded her.

"That doesn't prove that you really got the letters. That could have just been a letter from someone else," she said, making sure not to say Sirius' name. She didn't want to remind Harry of him.

"Hermione saw them. She helped me through the whole thing," he said. Then, he remembered something, "I still have the letters. You can see them."

Ginny jumped at this offer, "Ok. Where are they?"

"They're in my room. Come on, I'll show you," Harry said. They then walked into the building and Ginny followed Harry to his room. She stopped at the door.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"I don't think I should go into your room. Somebody might say something," she pointed out.

"Who the hell cares what they think? Just don't worry. Come in. You need to see these," he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in.

After digging through his things, he finally found them. "Here they are! Read them, Gin. They're all the proof that you need."

Ginny took the letters and began to read them. She was stunned by what she was reading. This explained everything. "I- I- I don't know what to say," she stuttered.

"Just say that you understand," he pleaded.

"Of course I understand, Harry. Why did you have these letters on you?" she asked.

"I guess I planned on telling you. I haven't been the same since I lost you, Gin. We were so perfect together. We always had fun," he reminded her.

A whole swarm of memories came into Ginny's mind. She had tried to forget them because it always hurt her to think of how much things changed. She remembered the chess games, Quidditch, and talking together under their tree.

"Do you remember?" Harry asked interrupting her thoughts.

"Yes, Harry, I remember. How could I forget?" she responded.

"Those were some of my best memories," Harry said.

"Mine, too," Ginny agreed.

An awkward silence then followed. Neither knew exactly what to say. Finally, Harry spoke up.

"We can have that again."

"I wish we could," Ginny whispered.

"What do you mean? We can have it again. We can start over," he said growing louder. He was getting excited about the thought of being together with Ginny again.

"No we can't, Harry. Things have changed. I'm engaged to Michael! I can't just forget about him."

Harry was brought back to reality. For just a moment, he had forgotten about all his problems. For that time, Michael did not exist. All he thought of was the possibility of getting back together with Ginny. "I forgot about him," he finally said.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I really am. We can still be friends. Please say that you're willing to at least do that."

"Of course we can still be friends. Nothing will ever stop us from being friends," Harry said.

"Good. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Same goes here," Harry said. Harry then pulled Ginny into a hug. Ginny did not resist, it felt good to be in his arms. It was amazing how perfectly their bodies fit together. It seemed as though their bodies were made to be close, as if they were puzzle pieces. Harry's feelings got the better of him, "I love you, Gin. I never stopped loving you."

"What the hell is going on in here?!?" came an angered voice from the door.

"Michael!" Ginny exclaimed as she pulled herself out of Harry's hold.

"I thought I could trust you! You told me that you were over him!" Michael bellowed.

"You can trust me! Nothing happened!" Ginny said.

"Nothing happened?!? I walk by and see my fiancée hugging another man with him saying that he loves her, and you call that nothing?!?" he said getting red in the face.

"Don't yell at her, Michael. It's not her fault. It's mine," Harry said trying to help Ginny out. It was the truth what he was saying; it was his fault.

"You shut your hole! I don't want to hear another word from you. And get away from my fiancée!" Michael said pulling Ginny away.

"Michael, calm down. Please!" Ginny begged.

"We're leaving this room. Now!" Michael said before he stormed out of the room with Ginny and slamming the door.

Harry didn't know what to do. He knew that this was really going to upset Ginny. He had to help her. He walked out of his room and began to look for them.

He decided that the first place he would check would be Michael and Ginny's room. It would make sense for them to go back there since they were probably not in the mood to party. He knocked at the door, but no sound came from within. He waited a few moments in the silence. After about two minutes, he heard a sound, which he thought, came from in the room. Harry couldn't believe how high he jumped when someone put their hand on his shoulder.

"Calm down, Harry. It's just me," Ron said.

Harry had forgotten about what had happened in the Great Hall up until this time, but Ron being there reminded him.

"I just wanted to apologize. I didn't know that he was… well… you know," Ron said trying to avoid saying, "dead".

"It's ok. Did you see your sister anywhere?" Harry asked.

"Are you still wrapped up with her?" Ron asked wrinkling his forehead.

"Yes, but that's besides the point. I kind of caused a fight between her and Michael."

"What did you do?" Ron sighed.

"Nothing really. I explained to her the real reason why I broke up and we realized that we could only be friends. I then hugged her, and my feelings for her got the better of me. So, I told her that I still loved her and that I never stopped loving her. Wouldn't you know, Michael passed by at that exact moment and heard me? Needless to say, he wasn't too happy about it."

"Where were you when this happened?" Ron asked.

"In my room," Harry muttered.

"That must not have looked good. Wait a minute! What were you doing with my sister in your room?" Ron asked with his eyes wide.

"I was just showing her the letters that proved that I was forced to break up with her. That's all."

"Oh, ok," Ron said relaxing.

"So, do you have any idea where I could find her?" Harry asked trying to get back to the matter that he was most worried about.

"They're obviously not in their room. Why don't you try the library? There wouldn't be anyone else in there with the party going on, so they might go there," Ron suggested.

"Good idea. I'll go check. Thanks, Ron," Harry said before hurrying off to the library.

Sure enough, Ginny and Michael were in the library. Harry quietly opened the door. They were in a heated argument and he didn't think that him rushing in would help.

"I didn't do anything wrong, Michael!" Ginny was yelling.

"You were hugging him in his room and he was saying that he loved you! How is that not something wrong?!?" Michael yelled back.

Despite the very bad circumstances, Harry had an urge to yell at them to be quiet because they were in a library. He wasn't able to suppress his laugh at that thought. Michael whipped around.

"How dare you come in here when you know that you're the cause of this?!?" Michael bellowed.

"I wanted to explain things," Harry said. He couldn't take his eyes off Ginny. She was standing in the background crying.

"No, you will not do any explaining. I will be the one explaining things. You are to stay away from my fiancée. Do not go anywhere near her!"

Harry was dumbfounded. He couldn't see how he could stay away from the women he loved. "Gin, you can't possibly agree to this!"

"Just for a little bit, Harry. We can write to each other, but we just can't see each other," she cried.

"No. NO! You can't do this! You just can't!" Harry yelled. Tears were now forming in his eyes.

"I can, and I will. Now, we're going to rejoin the festivities. We won't see you later," Michael said before leaving the library with Ginny, who was still crying.

Harry couldn't believe what happened. "I've lost her," he muttered, "I've lost her again." He didn't cry. He just walked out of the library in a zombie-like state. He took notice of nothing. All he knew was that he had once again lost his love.

A/N - Sorry it took so long to get this out. I'm having a case of writers block again and I'm also in the middle of mid-term week. That's why the chapter isn't the greatest. Please do review! I'm still looking for 100 reviews!