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A/N: Ok, well this chapter is kinda a bit…off the subject. But it's totally important to the plot, so I ask you to read it even tho you may think that this chapter has nothing to do with the story at all. Well, this story is supposed to be basically draco/hermione, but it has little bits of other people's messed up lives too. And of course, it has, and I repeat, it HAS importance to the plot, even tho it's boring. So please read it. Hehehe.

And of course, thanks to all the wonderful people who reviewed - you guys are the best:

Escritora - I had TONS of fun writing the pansy conversation. I guess I was trying to make the chapter longer, hahaha, Sucker For Romance - well, here's more!, Merusa - wow, I had totally forgotten it was harry's bday. Bad me. Thx for the reminder, Dorthey Star - I don't like dentists either. They scare me. Well, so does everyone, ok, I've got problems, Rebecca - I rather enjoyed the pansy conversation too. But I think I over did it a little. Oh well!, Nessa - I like the cold hearted jerk type draco too, but I dunno how to make him very cold hearted…hm…I'll need to research, lol, Gwen - you don't think draco's handsome? Hahahahahaha!, Rosa - well, I thot that chapter was kinda…stupid…lol…I guess that's becuz I wrote it and im kinda stupid, which makes the chapter kinda stupid…hahaha…ok, I need serious help, Melissa Potter - well, if severus was younger, I'd think they'd make a good couple. Hehehe, Blank-didn't fill out a name-I dunno what to call you - thanks for liking the plot and for thinking im a good writer…even tho I kno im not, Tara - ahhhhhh this story is gonna be wayyyyyyyy long…I think, rockinpotter - well, first go and upload the story from document manager, and then go to create story. It's kinda confusing, yeah I kno, Lulu - I like the flashbacks too, lol! Except I think they're kinda confusing…even to me, Danny - you have a point…maybe I should combine chapters to make them longer. Diana - here's the update!, Lady Mooney - eeeeek, I dunno if I forgot to mention you in my last chapter or if you changed your penname? Well, if I forgot, then im sooooooooooooo sorry. Forgive me.

And of course, a big thanks to my beta reader - Moi (I will say again, this is NOT me…im totally serious)!!!!!!!!

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Forever Never Ends

Chapter 13

The dark, eerie room had barely a glimmer of light, coming from the small candle that sat on the old, beaten-up desk. The candle was almost burnt out; it had been used numerous times and now was barely an inch tall. The dimness of the light gave the room a rather dreary feeling - different than what it had used to be like; very different. The room had once been warm, and cheerful, where a family of four had happily talked, and laughed; where two small children had joyously played.

The candle's light shone on a man's face. His once brilliant green eyes had lost their sparkle, and heavy bags now sat below them; bags that had not been there when he was younger, when his face was smoother and not so rough looking. His dark hair was in wild disarray. Well, perhaps it had always been that way. His desk was scattered with papers, and he was very busy with his work, scribbling away with his quill on the piece of parchment below him. A lock of his ebony hair fell to his eyes. Without stopping his writing, he used his other hand to brush the strand away. On his forehead, barely noticeable, was a shiny scar, shaped like a lightning bolt.

The man closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands, and sighed deeply. He glanced at the gigantic grandfather clock that stood on the opposite side of the room. It was six o'clock. He stood up slowly, and moved to the window. The blinds were closed, and he opened them, and light flooded in. The sky outside was a bit dark, and rain was pouring down, creating a small stream. He stared outside, thinking of the better times in his life.

There was a knock on the front door and his thoughts were shattered. He left his workroom and walked through the messy living room to the front door. Without looking through the peek-hole to see who it was, he swung the door open. It was her again. In one hand she held an umbrella, and in the other she held a thermos.

"Hey, Harry."

The man was silent, before he finally uttered a reply. "Hello, Ginny."

"Oh Harry, it's so nice to see you. I'm been meaning to come see you for a while now, but work has been so busy."

The man named Harry didn't speak; he looked like he was in a daze.

"Well, aren't you going invite me in?"

He snapped back to reality. "Yeah, yeah, come on in," He held the door open for her as she stepped into his house. She closed her umbrella and removed her shoes before surveying the sight before her. The living room was rather messy. Well, messy was an understatement. The house was terribly unkept and everything was thrown over the floor. Harry cleared some parchments and other such things off a nice couch and sat down. She followed suit, sitting down next to him.

"It's been so long, Harry. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. It's just I was on a really long business trip. I've been all over the world," said Ginny. "Do forgive me."

Harry nodded.

"I've brought some chicken soup for you. I made it myself," Ginny said as she held up the thermos she had brought and set it on the coffee table.

"Thanks," Harry said quietly.

Ginny sighed. "Harry, I hate seeing you like this. It breaks my heart."

"I'm sorry."

"Harry, what happened to you? Wait, no, how many times have I asked that?"

He didn't say anything.

"You were once…so…full of life."

"Ginny, how many times have we had this conversation. I've heard it a million times from everyone in the world."

"Harry, now you're so…lifeless. It's like a dementor came and just sucked the life out of you. You're like an empty shell."

He gave no reply.

"One day you'll have to talk, now say something to me!"

"Ginny, I know my life is a mess. Does it look like I care? No."

"Harry, you have to get over it. She's not coming back."

"You don't understand, Ginny. I love her."

"Correction, loved."

"No, I still love her."

"She's dead, Harry. Get over it."

Harry closed his eyes and didn't say anything. Ginny thought that maybe she was a bit harsh. She took a deep breath and started over again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"You're right, you shouldn't have."

"But Harry-"

"Stop, Ginny, seriously, how many times have we had this conversation? I don't know about you, but I'm sick and tired of it!"

"Listen to me, Harry." Her big brown eyes looked into his green ones. "It's been eight years."

"Eight years two months and seventeen days."

"Harry, I'm just trying-"

"-to make me feel better? Well, guess what, it's not working!"

"Harry you've got to stop this. Do you want Chris and Kathryn to live like this?"

"Live like what?"

"Harry, if you don't do something, you're going to ruin them! They're only children."

"They're my children and-"

"Harry, listen to me for once!"

"I am listening."

"Harry, I'm a psychiatrist. I've dealt with people like you."

"People like me? Okay, so now you think I'm a loon?"

"No!" Ginny sighed. "I just want to help you!"

"Why?"

"B-because…I care about you…" Ginny muttered, blushing.

"Good, then do me a favor and leave me alone."

"Harry, do you want to know why I became a psychiatrist?"

"Why would I care?"

"My first year at Hogwarts was…awful. The whole deal with the Chamber of Secrets had a huge impact on me. And during that summer, my mother took me to a psychiatrist, and she helped me. I didn't think she would be able to…but she did. She helped me a lot. And I vowed that I would help others the way that she helped me. And, Harry, you saved me during my first year at Hogwarts. You were my savior and now seeing you like this…I really want to help you."

"Ginny, you've been "helping" me for eight years. Have I shown any improvement? No. So give up."

"Harry! It's been eight years!"

"You've already said that."

"Harry, she's dead. Cho is dead. And nothing will ever bring her back."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"It's been eight years; move on with your life!"

"I have moved on."

"No you haven't! You're still living in the past! You're miserable!"

"How would you know if I'm miserable?"

"Okay, Harry, take a deep breath."

"This is bullshit!"

"It's not bullsh-"

At that moment something massive fell out of the fireplace. Ginny and Harry heard coughing in the midst of the ashes, and then a small girl stepped out. She had long black hair and the same green eyes as Harry.

"Oof!" she exclaimed, still coughing a bit from the ashes. Then she looked up and saw her father sitting on the couch. "Hullo Dad; I'm back."

"Did you have fun?"

"Oh, loads!" then she saw Ginny. "Aunt Ginny! It's so nice to see you. You haven't come to visit us in such a long time."

"It's nice to see you too, Kathy."

"I was just at the Burrow. There was a little family reunion and Bella invited me. Everyone was wondering where you were."

"I just came back from a business trip. They should have known that. I didn't have time to go."

"But you had time to come and see my dad?" Kathy smiled slyly and Ginny blushed.

"Why didn't you take your dad with you?"

"He didn't want to go," Kathy shrugged and ran up the stairs to her bedroom, wanting to clean up the ashes on her clothes.

"She's right," Harry added in, "I didn't."

"Harry, you're part of the family. You know you're welcome anytime. Anyhow, I've got an appointment with a patient in half and hour. I better get going. I'll see you later, ok?"

Ginny stood up from the couch and walked to the front door. Harry followed. He held the door open as she stepped outside.

"I just wanted to help," she said slowly.

"I don't think anyone can," he said sincerely. "There are some things and some people that a person can just never forget. I don't know what to do anymore."

The rain outside had reduced to a small sprinkle, and the air smelled nice and fresh. He watched from the open door as she took a few steps away, and then stopped. She hesitated for a moment, before she turned around slowly to face him.

Her glistening brown eyes looked into his tired green ones, and her mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something, but wasn't so sure if she should. Her chin was quivering a little from the cold…or perhaps it was for another reason. She hesitated for a moment before the words finally, but shakily, left her mouth.

"Why can't you find someone else to love?"

One pearly tear slid down her porcelain face before she spun around and hurried down the street, clutching her coat to her chest, her tears streaming down her face, becoming one with the rain.

TBC

A/N: Ok, I'm facing a major dilemma here!!! Please help!!!! Alright, as of now, I've already planned the whole story out (took me a long time) and I basically kno what's gonna happen in all the chapters. The problem is, it seems like I'm gonna have a LOT of chapters…sooooo I was wondering if maybe I should combine chapters. So choice a) shorter chapters, more chapters, b) longer chapters - less chapters. Both have advantages and disadvantages. So…tell me what you would like better.

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