A/N- This chapter is really short, I apologize in advance.

Chapter Six Don't Pretend You Care

Ginny woke up late Friday morning. She rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After combing her hair and brushing her teeth, she headed downstairs.

She walked into the kitchen, surprised to see Harry already sitting at the table. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?" she asked, grabbing a piece of bread to make toast.

"Day off," he grumbled, staring at his hands. "Ginny, about last night-"

"What, try and have your evil way with me?" she joked. His face paled, and she got concerned, "What?"

"Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" she asked, confused.

"Cut yourself."

The look in his eyes made her wince. "Don't do that," she whispered softly, looking down at her hands.

"Do what?" he asked, reaching across the table to take her hand. She pulled away.

"Don't pretend you care!" she shouted, standing up. "Pretend I don't mean anything! Pretend nothing happened! Just don't pretend you care."

Harry stood up and walked over to her, "I do care."

She glared at him, "No, you don't. You didn't care when you were off fucking Cho. You didn't care how it would affect me. You didn't care when you proposed to that whore, hell, you probably didn't even care when we were together."

He stumbled back, like he had been physically hit. She continued, "You just don't want to feel guilty. And you don't have to. I've had these since I was eleven, they're from the Chamber of Secrets."

"What?"

She turned away from him. "I cut myself when I was possessed. I guess it helped me deal with what I was doing. I didn't fix them because I wanted to remember what rock-bottom felt like."

"Gin, I'm-"

"Don't finish that!" she snapped, turning to face him. "You aren't sorry. If you were sorry, you wouldn't have proposed to Cho, you would have found me, and we'd be living happily ever after."

"I tried to find you. I looked for a year Ginny! A whole year, and nothing. I wanted you back; I wanted to tell you I was sorry! I wanted happily ever after too!"

"Then why throw the chance away for a one-nighter?" she challenged, looking him straight in the eye. "Why go to her if it was me you wanted?"

"I didn't sleep with Cho," he said through gritted teeth.

"Sure," she spat. She turned from him and began to walk away.

"We passed out, Gin. Nothing happened."

She stopped dead in her tracks. "But would you have?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Would I have what?" he asked quietly, coming up behind her.

She turned to face him, tears welling up in her eyes. "If you hadn't passed out, would you have slept with her?"

He had never thought about it. Would he have? She smiled, tears flowing down her pale cheeks, "That's what I thought," she whispered sadly. She gently touched his cheek, "I'm sorry."

And with that, she walked outside.

He stood there, in the kitchen, really thinking about it. Would he have gone through with it?

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Okay, there was the king of short chapters. The next one will be longer, I promise!