((Thanks to my reviewers… I'm not sure how to read them w/o going to the actual story, so I'm not positive if there's three or six reviews, but whatever. Ok. Chapter Two!))

"Harry… it's kind of raining out here… can I come in?"

"What?" Harry asked, still staring at the spot where Hermione had just been. "Yeah, of course, come in"

"Thanks." Ginny stepped in, removing her jacket, revealing her skinny form. She wore an old pair of cut-off shorts and a black tee that looked as if it had been singed around the edges. Her fire colored hair was up in a black hair clip, and she had black tennis shoes on.

Harry immediately stopped glaring at the spot where his roommate had been, and started ogling at Ginny instead.

"RON!" Ginny saw her brother coming out of the living room and immediately smothered him in a giant bear hug.

"Wha–?" Ron said dumbfounded.

Harry looked at the two, disappointed that his ex hadn't greeted him like that. But, it had been a while since they saw each other. Hermione and Ron's wedding had been, what, three years ago? Ginny had disappeared to Romania with Charlie soon after.

"When did you get back! This is awesome! Does mum know? How's Charlie? And Norbert? And –"

"Let the girl breathe, Ron," Harry laughed.

Ginny didn't even glance at Harry, didn't even acknowledge his presence before answering, "About 30 seconds ago. No, and I don't want her to find out. Good. Annoying, but he's finally getting used to the training. And before you ask, Romania is beautiful. Also, I know you'll ask this too, so I'll just answer it now: it's over. And tell mum to stop bugging me about it!"

Harry had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but ignored it and turned to the door, where a loud pop had just sounded from outside. He opened it, and a very surprised delivery boy stood outside, his finger about 2 centimeters from the doorbell.

"Uh, half pepperoni, half sausage and onion?"

"Yeah"

"That'll be seven sickles, Mr. Potter."

"Here, keep the change," Harry said, handing the pimply boy two galleons, not even bothering to ask how he knew his name.

"Wow! Thanks, sir!" With that, he turned on his heel and disapparated.

"Pizza, anyone?"

"Mmm, I smell sausage."

"And onion, ugh. You still eat that stuff, Ron?" Ginny asked. "I swear, soon you'll end up looking like an onion."

The pizza had been finished long ago, and the threesome was now sitting around the fire in the living room. (A/N: it's in the fireplace. I had someone read this and they asked me why there was a fire in the middle of the floor. Just clearing that up) Ginny still had not said a word to Harry, and when he asked her something, she either ignored it or directed the answer to Ron. Ron seemed to notice this, but wasn't overly concerned.

"So, what does Hermione do for a living, Ron?"

"She's an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries."

"She like it?"

"Of course! Never shuts up about it until we ask her about what she's been doing."

"And her cooking?"

"Still as bad as ever. Those cookies are hers, actually," Ron replied as Ginny made a weird face while biting into a chocolate-chip cookie.

"I heard that!" Hermione called from the entranceway.

"Uh-oh, guess she's home," Ron said in an undertone to his sister and best friend. Then aloud he said, "Heard what?"

"You think my cooking's awful!" the brunette said with a mock pout on her face.

"Not yours!"

"Then who's?"

"Erm… Katie's… Katie Bell's cooking. Ugh, terrible stuff. Not near as good as yours, hun."

"Oh. Never tried any of hers… at least I know to stay away from it now. Well, I'm off to bed."

"So early?" Ron asked, disappointed.

"It's quarter to twelve!"

"Oh… well… in that case…" Ron got up, bade Harry and Ginny good night, and followed Hermione up the stairs.

An awkward silence filled the room.

"So, Ginny, uh…"

"I think I'll turn in, too," the redhead said, standing up and heading toward the stairs. "The time difference and all… I'm very tired…"

"Wait a minute, Ginny. We need to talk."

She paused on the first step, and a bitter smile crossed her face. "What about, Mr. Potter? How you claimed that you loved me then dumped me like a piece of garbage? Or how about when I told you that I would never love another man like I loved you, and you walked out on me? Or when –"

"Alright! I get it, Gin."

"Don't call me that!"

"Fine, Gin-ny. I made it very clear to you why I left. I told you –"

"That Voldemort would use me to get to you!" Her voice was getting louder by the second.

"I said could use you! I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if you got killed!"

"NO! You wouldn't have been able to live with the GUILT if I got killed! And I'm a big girl, Harry James Potter, I can take care of myself!"

"Stop yelling! Ron and Hermione are –"

"Who's yelling! I most certainly am not."

"Ginny…" Harry took a step towards the stairway.

"Fuck off, Harry. This conversation is over. Do me a favor, stay out of my life." And with that, Ginny Weasley, the love of Harry's life, stomped up the stairs and into her room."

By the time Harry awoke the next morning, Hermione was back at work, Ron had gone shopping for food, and Ginny was nowhere to be seen.

"Dammit," Harry thought, "what did I do wrong? All I wanted was for her to be safe! And what do I get in return? Nothing! I hate women. They're so…complicated!"

Harry quickly ate breakfast, changed into his swim trunks, and headed out to the pool as he did every morning, trying to get one Ginerva Molly Weasley off of his mind.

Ron and Ginny arrived back at the house seven minutes after Harry dove into the pool.

"I'm gonna go swimming," said Ginny. "Care to join me?"

"No, I'm going to head upstairs and take a shower," Ron said. "That creepy old lady kept spitting on me… I feel dirty."

"Fine, your loss." Ginny headed up to the guest room where she was staying, and promptly changed into her suit.

As she headed up to the pool, she thought she noticed some splashing. Assuming it was just the filter, she kept going. When she opened the gate, she immediately saw that she was wrong.

"Ginny! Nice of you to join me."

"I was just leaving," she replied coldly.

"You just got here. Besides, the pool is big enough for two." As much as she wanted to turn and leave, she also wanted to dive in and be back in his arms.

"No. I won't do it. I won't let myself fall for him again." Ginny thought. But another little voice spoke up. "Oh God, he looks so hot! So… wow!"

"No, really, that's ok. I'll just leave you alone. I – I'll come back later." She turned to walk away.

"Ginny."

"What." Her voice cracked, and she was sure she was going to burst into tears at any moment.

"Come back." Harry had gotten out of the pool, and was walking over to her. She glanced at him.

"Why?"

"Ginny…" he sounded lost for words, then started over. "What happened?"

"You left me."

"Actually, I believe you were the one who accepted the job in Romania."

"Yes, but you left me,"

"And how is that? You packed your bags, and you apparated to work with Charlie."

"After I… I told you that I l – loved you, you changed. You stopped talking to me, and it was rare that we saw each other more than once a week. Voldemort was dead already, and… it was like, you no longer had an excuse to b-break up with me. Everything was so… different. I didn't like it. S – so I left. And you didn't follow me."

"I didn't know you wanted me to." He was mostly dry now, but Ginny still hadn't turned around to look at him.

"I waited, every day for over a month for you to come. And you never did." She turned around and her eyes were bright with unshed tears, her voice shaky. "You can't just stop loving someone, Harry. It doesn't work like that. I met up with Garrett in Romania, and he was my rebound guy. I don't think anyone told you about him. I never loved him as I loved you. You took my heart, Harry, and you tore it in two. I don't think you'll ever be able to repair that damage." And with that, Ginny Weasley turned on her heel and disapparated to her room.

((And there's chapter two. Isaid it would be longer!Ok, can we do ten reviews? Please?))