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The fireplace flickered and warmth came over the silent room, which was only silent for a few short moments that led up to the main event.

The two teenagers were tangled together on the silky Gryffindor colored sheets.

"Are you ready?"

"….yes."

And at that, Harry plunged himself into the redhead as slow as humanly possible, only to hear her gasp his name. Half of surprise, and half of pain.

"Are you okay?" His voice was almost overly calm and soothing to the girl who had just lost her virginity.

She blinked away her tears, and nodded her head with approval.

His thrusts became quicker, which only caused Ginny to dig her nails farther into his neck which she had clung to like a blood sucking leech. The purpose of this was mostly to restrain herself of screaming as loud as she honestly wanted to at that very moment.

A pool of ecstasy grew over her. All was words were lost in a jumble, and sounded like mere gibberish to her ears. His whispers were soft, and all she could do was nod and bite her lip in reaction. She couldn't understand a thing he was telling her, but only hoped that they weren't important.

"I love you!" Giggles of delight and lust swept over her while she nibbled her fingernails.

"I love you too." Of course, Harry was only forced to reply with such words. I mean, how would you feel if you told someone they loved you, and they said something like 'oh' or 'that's nice.'?

Exactly.

But Harry knew very well that lying to his fiancé about loving her was nothing compared to the fact that he was marrying her just to get Hermione out of his thoughts.

"I hope you don't regret this." He murmured into her chest while his fingers traced her hip bone.

"What could you possibly do to make me regret this?"

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"I hate you Harry James Potter, and I hope to never see your face again!" A furious redhead spat from the end of the hall. How did I let things fall apart like this? Her mind questioned, but her thoughts were mainly on the fact that Harry Potter was staring blankly at her as if nothing was wrong.

As if they weren't calling off the wedding. Like everything was right in the world…when honestly everything was wrong.

Ginny Weasley turned on her heal and stormed down the hall and into the nearest elevator.

He slid his hands into his pockets, and leaned against the wall. His thoughts lingered as he slowly began to recall his past with Ginny.

Ginny honestly couldn't keep her hands off of Harry almost every single night after her hymen was broken.

And one night, after hours of making love in Head Boy's bedroom; Harry's bedroom, Ginny awoke at the sound of Harry's voice.

She wiped her foggy eyes and watched him toss lightly in his sleep, while mumbling something that she couldn't quite make out. All she could hear was a whole mess of words, and one of which made her grow jealous and angry. Almost nauseas at the way it sounded rolling off his tongue.

"Hermione…" He called out again, only much softer than his most recent words.

Now, Ginny had known for many years that there had always been that awkward spark between the two of them, but never thought anything of it until now. At this very moment. Where she sat in the dark staring over the boy…or man for that matter, that she was supposed to marry. And he was calling out for someone other than the woman he had so many times admitted his love to.

At that very second when she heard him moan her name again, she slammed her fist into the mattress beside her, which caused the both of them to shake out of their hazes.

Harry sat up and gasped quickly. "Ginny?" He asked with a sudden wide-eyed expression.

"Yes?" Ginny's voice was barely sincere, but still a hint of compassion flowed through it.

"What are you doing here?"

"I really don't know, Harry." She flicked her hair away from her face and breathed out a low, sorrowful sigh.

"What's wrong?" Harry slid his arms around her waist from behind, and planted kisses over the creamy and freckled skin of her shoulders.

"Nothing, I just…I have a headache." She rubbed her forehead lightly. She was now hunched over the side of the bed with her eyes peering at the ground like she was throwing swords of anger at the wooden tile.

"Do you want some aspirin?" Harry's lips found their way to her left temple where he left feather-touch kisses, and massaged the right one.

"Harry why can't be truthful with each other?"

"What do you mean? I think we're truthful. Why? Do you want to tell me something? You know you can tell me anything…" Harry babbled to himself quietly, but Ginny simply shook her head.

"Actually, I was about to ask you the same thing."

"Wh...what are you talking about?

"Just promise me one thing," Ginny's voice was breaking down, and it was audible.

"What?" Harry's eyes widened with confusion. His arms were now pinned to his sides, and he was staring at her back which was turned.

"Don't wait too long." Ginny nearly sobbed out while she collected her clothing off of the floor, and suddenly felt quite sheepish when she walked around Harry naked.

"Ginny, what are you talking about? Are you all right?" Harry sprung off the bed and pulled on his boxer shorts.

But she didn't answer, because she was in the bathroom, most likely getting dressed, or showering.

But only about 30 seconds afterwards, which felt like years of torture to Harry, she stepped out of the bathroom fully clothed.

And suddenly everything flashed, and the room moved snakelike around him. His head grew dizzy, and he felt as if he could run away and hide under a rock forever.

When his thoughts came back to him, he looked around his empty and useless surroundings.

"She's gone." He thought out loud.

Harry smirked as his head leaned lightly against the wall to create a slight thud sound. He watched his ex-fiancé walk into the elevator. He watched her slam the buttons. He watched her leave.

"She's gone."

A/N: Okay, this one is much longer than the others, because I got bored tonight and decided to update. So how do you like it so far? Review! And I decided to go mostly with Elora Potter's brilliant idea, but I changed it just a little. Sorry if it was kind of confusing, but all will be explained in the end. I have a basic idea of what the next few chapters are going to be about, but I could always use more ideas for future chapters! Thanks again!