Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Pretty Girl, sung by Sugarcult

Unforgiving

That's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
That's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
It's the way that he makes you feel
It's the way that he kisses you
It's the way that he makes you fall in love
-- Pretty Girl, Sugarcult

Ginny regretted everything the moment heat and anger vanished. She had slammed the door on her way out and stormed down the stairs. Once she had opened her door and stomped in, she realized that tears were pouring down her cheeks.

Why did I make such a big deal of it? she thought. Why couldn't I have just listened?

Anger swept over her again. What was she? A blubbering idiot of a girl? No. She was Ginevra Molly Weasley. She was independent. Draco should have told her, even if she didn't ask. It was a big deal. He must have planned it all, the bastard. Tried to get met to love him. And the worst part is that he succeeded. Then it was just too much for him. So he broke it off. But then again…

She couldn't forget.

She curled up on the couch, snuggling under a soft blanket, not bothering to wipe the tears that still cascaded down her face. Then she recoiled, shrinking from the sofa as if it were a snake.

The smell.

The spiky, masculine scent was still on her couch, probably from the many times they had sat there in that same exact spot, laughing and talking late into the night. There were too many memories.

Ginny buried her face in Draco's hard chest, his arms wrapping securely around her as he stared into her dark eyes. She closed them and he rested his cheek against her hair, feeling the incredibly softness. She breathed in deeply, and all she could smell was him.

Ginny stood up, winding the blanket around her, closing her eyes in an attempt to shut the memories out. But they didn't. She braced herself on the dining table, and still she remembered.

Ginny was trying to struggle out of his painful grasp. Draco looked down at her angry face. She looked so delicious right there. Her hair was still down and it was mussed from their argument. He could feel her, pressed against him. "Ginevra" he whispered and leaned down.

She went to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, anything to make her forget everything.

Her hand shook unsteadily as she picked up the glass. She leaned against the counter, breathing deeply. Her eyes stared straight ahead, not seeing.

Then she saw it.

A small splash of white on the cupboard door. She walked toward it in a trance and put slender fingers on the white, rubbing against it.

Flour.

When they came up for air, Ginny took a finger and smeared a little bit of flour on his cheek, smiling. Draco shook his head at her and kissed her again, this time on her nose, which was still coated with flour. There was a smudge of white on his lips when he straightened, looking at her with those beautiful silver eyes.

She staggered backwards. Memories. The memories were swallowing her whole.

"Draco?" Blaise knocked on the door. It was eerily quite inside his best friend's flat.

Suddenly there was a crash, a groan, and the sound of breaking glass. Blaise ran toward the commotion, finding himself inside Draco's bedroom. What he saw floored him.

Draco was sprawled on the ground, looking more disheveled than Blaise could ever remember him. He struggled to sit up, clutching a muggle looking bottle. It looked as though one had just shattered, and it lay in pieces around him. As Blaise watched, Draco ran a hand through his already mussed hair, and raised the bottle to his lips once again.

"Draco?" Blaise asked timidly.

Draco looked at Blaise, but his eyes were cold, as if he didn't really see him. Blaise shuddered. The only time he had seen Draco with that expression was after he'd killed his father. He had come home shaking, ghostly pale, clutching his wand and allowing no one to remove it from his grasp.

"Hey Blaise."

Blaise stared at Draco. His eyes were slightly rimmed with a reddish tinge. Has he been crying? Blaise thought.

"Draco, what happened?"

Draco's face twisted into a grimace. "Ginevra."

"What?"

Draco laughed much too loudly. "Found out about Mother."

"You mean her 'illness'?"

Draco gulped down more of whatever he was drinking. "Yeah. I broke up with her."

Blaise repeated, "You – broke up with her?"

"Well, it was more like mutual consent."

"Doesn't look like it."

Draco choked on his next swallow and Blaise pounded his back. After a second, he took away the bottle. "Hey! Give me that!"

"Nope. Talk."

"What are you, a girl?" He laughed again, and it was a horrible sound. "Do you want to bring out the ice cream and sweatpants?" he said, the sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"No. Just talk."

"What is there to say? It's over."

"I'm not going to argue."

Draco sprang up, moving faster than Blaise could have imagined a total drunk could have. "This isn't my fault! This is my mother's. And I'll be damned if I don't tell her!" He rushed out of the room, heading toward the stairwell so he could apparate.

Blaise ran after him. "Draco!"

Harry Potter ignored the anxiously fluttering owl as he walked down the streets of Diagon Alley.

"Look, " he said, turning to the owl. "I'm sorry, but Moody has got to stop pestering me every single bloody time I go on a lunch break. I'm not going to be attacked at the present moment and he can stop sending me memos about constant vigilance." The owl regarded him with contempt in its eyes, perching on a nearby vender's cart. "I'm sorry, " Harry added sheepishly.

The owl hooted. "I'm talking to an animal. Can you go away so I can act at least a bit sane?" It flew unto Harry's shoulder, nipped his ear affectionately, and flew off into the stormy gray sky, with the letter still tied to its leg. "Thank you, " Harry called after it.

Chuckling to himself, Harry made his way to Soul Mates. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten 'memos' from his paranoid boss. Though, he had to admit, Moody was right about a few things. Harry whistled and hoped that next time Moody wouldn't send a Howler.

He pulled open the door and was greeted by the bustling of a warm workplace. He nodded to a few people who knew him and made his way to Ginny's office.

"Gin? Are you ready to go to lunch?" They had made plans to go out for lunch a few weeks ago and finally got around the scheduling it.

He looked around the apparently deserted office. There was no sign at all that Ginny had ever set foot in her office. The room was dark, the shutters closed. Papers were neatly stacked on the desk, so unlike the clutter Ginny usually worked in. No steaming cups of coffee, no scratching of quills, but most of all, no Ginny.

He whirled around just as a willowy brunette behind him said, "Sir?" He steadied himself with one hand on the doorway.

Grace's eyes swept over Harry's face, and seeing his scar, whispered, "Harry Potter?"

"Yeah." He didn't have time for awe struck fans. Something was very wrong. "Where's Ginny?"

"I don't know. She hasn't been here all day." A flash of panic passed over Harry's face, and Grace didn't miss it. So she added, "She must be at home."

Harry rushed out, pausing only to thank Grace for her help.

As he left, Grace shook her head. "If that Harry Potter doesn't love Ginny, " she said to herself, "I will eat my shoes." She looked at her stilettos, chuckling to herself.

Harry, on the other hand, had disapparated as soon as he had stepped outside the front doors. He arrived in the lobby and ran up the stairs. He pounded on the door.

Ginny was inside. She woke when Harry had started banging on the door. Before she could say, 'It's open,' it was blasted apart.

Harry stepped through the destruction. "Sorry, " he muttered. He waved his wand and the door rearranged itself. "Are you alright?"

Ginny groaned. "Do I look alright?" She turned to face the fireplace, staring into the dimming ashes.

"Have you been sleeping on the floor?"

Ginny winced as the reason to why she'd came to sleep on the floor surfaced in her tired brain. "Yeah."

At the sight of her face, he didn't ask why. Instead, he said, "Okay, what happened?"

Ginny clutched the blanket to herself, as if it would help dull the pain. "We broke up." She bit her lip, drawing blood. The reality of the situation hit her once the words were spoken out loud.

Harry saw red. How dare that bastard do that to her! His fists clenched and a muscle ticked in his jaw. "I'll kill him." Ginny still had her back turned, and didn't see just how angry Harry really was.

Nevertheless, she spoke, her voice so soft that Harry could barely hear her. "Please don't."

"What do you mean? Gin, he – " As she turned around, he saw that she was tearing up. His own anger vanished. No, he thought, anything but that. Anger I can handle. Tears I cannot. "Don't cry."

Her lips parted in a silent sob and one single glistening tear made its way down her cheek.

Draco pounded on the front door of Malfoy Manor. When no one answered, he withdrew his wand and the door clicked open, recognizing him as a Malfoy.

"Mother!" he roared, too angry to notice Blaise running behind him.

"Draco?" Her voice sounded faint.

Blaise yelled, "I'm going to stupefy you if you don't cut it out, Draco." Draco ignored him.

He turned the corner and saw his mother emerge from a room, dusting off her clothes.

Blaise rounded the corner, skidding to a stop. "Narcissa, " he began cordially. "How are you?"

Draco ignored him and stared at his mother. "Were you in the ballroom?"

She stared back. "Yes, yes I was." Just trying to clean it up for the wedding reception.

"Mother, you're not sick." His voice was dangerously calm, a trait he had inherited from his father.

Narcissa stepped back. "No."

"Nor are you dying."

"No." Narcissa started tearing up.

"You lied to me."

Blaise watched as the dreaded scene unfolded before him. This was so much worse than he had imagined. He stuck his hands in his pockets.

Narcissa thought quickly, trying to see if there was any way out. "Yes, but – "

"And now I'm not with Ginevra."

She stopped trying to think of excuses and her eyes widened. "What?"

Draco sneered. "That's right. You heard me."

"But why?"

"Because she learned that you weren't dying." He gritted his teeth.

"How would that affect anything – " Narcissa mused.

Draco interrupted her. "But it did. It did."

Harry sat in front of his fireplace. Even though it was just after noon and it was spring, the sun did not shine through. He shuddered as he remembered. He put the quill to the parchment for what seemed like the hundredth time, and again, drew back. Hermione didn't deserve to be bothered on her honeymoon. It was her honeymoon, for Merlin's sakes.

He crumpled up the parchment and threw it into the flames, watching as the flames licked greedily at the paper till nothing was left. They flickered innocently, throwing shadows over Harry's tired figure.

Ginny hadn't broken down, as he had feared, nor did she look perfectly fine. Of course she wouldn't, you idiot! She was just dumped by the first man she ever loved in over three years. He sighed, stood up and walked over to fairly large sized desk. He whispered a password, and withdrew a small album. He opened it.

He ran a finger over the pictures. He hadn't looked at these for a long time. Memories of their own times together came back.

And there was nothing to do but wait.

Hermione yawned and stretched.

"Ow!" Ron sat up, his head spinning, clutching his nose.

Hermione turned to her husband, wincing. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She fussed over him. "Let me look at it."

Ron shooed her hand away. "I'm fine Hermione. It's not like it's the first time you've ever done this."

Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry anyway."

Ron beamed at her, his hair standing on end, and it was the most adorable thing Hermione had ever seen. "We have to work today, " he said.

Hermione groaned and fell back into her pillows. "No."

Ron laughed. "I thought I'd never see the day that Hermione Gran – er, excuse me – Hermione Weasley, would want to skip work." He picked her up, laughing at her antics. "C'mon little girl. Go take a shower."

She smiled at him. "Join me, little boy?"

The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. "Merlin's beard, I've turned you into a nymphomaniac."

Hermione locked her hands around Ron's neck, playing with his hair. "You know you love it. Now take me away."

He grinned as he carried her to the bathroom and she kissed her on the neck.

An hour or so later, she was running late, pulling her hair up in a messy ponytail and throwing on the lime-green robes that designated her as a Healer. She ran through the halls, nodding at her patients and fellow Healers.

"Hi Hermione!"

"Back already? Knew you couldn't stay away for long."

"Mrs. Weasley, now is it?"

"Hey 'Mione!"

Hermione turned as one of the younger Healer assistants called after her. "Hey Katherine. How are you doing?"

"I'm good, thanks." Hermione, clearly not buying the suppressed look on Katherine's face, squinted at her. "Okay, " Katherine said slowly, a broad grin coming upon her face, "I'm floating on cloud nine. I had a date last night."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "With Matt, right?" she said, referring to one of the assistants up at the second floor.

Katherine smiled. "Yeah. How did you know?"

"Look, I may be old, but I saw the way you two looked at each other, not to mention all the really bad excuses he made up so he could see you."

Katherine laughed. "You don't miss a thing, don't you? Anyway, I was supposed to tell you that you're needed in room 402. Some guy is nearly bleeding to death in there and no spells are working."

Hermione sighed. "Alright. I'll be there in a sec. But meanwhile, tell them to give him a blood replenishing potion."

Back to business, she thought as she watched the girl run off in the direction of room 402.

It was past lunchtime, and Hermione was starving. It had taken a good two hours to take care of the bleeding man, and another three for a women who'd been attacked by something, and because she wouldn't tell them what had bit her, it made the whole process much more difficult.

So she was tired and feeling frumpy when Katherine came back, poking her head in the doorway.

"'Mione, you're needed – "

"Katherine, I haven't had lunch yet." She reluctantly looked away from her lunch, which looked remarkably appealing, despite the fact that it was last night's leftovers. She had forgotten how tiring it was to work in St. Mungos.

Katherine shook her head. "It's – " she lowered her voice to a stage whisper. "It's Harry Potter."

Hermione put down the lunch container. "Right. I'll be there."

"He's in the lobby."

"Thank you."

Harry sat in the lobby, uncomfortably perched on the edge of a lumpy sofa next to a young Asian girl who had sprouted what looked like vines in her ears. She was talking to Harry, not noticing the somewhat disgusted look on his face.

"I ate a watermelon seed but Mommy told me not too but I ate it and then now look what happened, " she was saying, tugging at one of the vines. "It felt funny, like the time I ate the spider and – "

Hermione strode toward him. "Hey Harry."

"Hermione!" he said, clearly glad to see her, throwing a supposedly apologetic look to the young girl, who obviously didn't mind and immediately turned to the woman on her other side. Harry's glow diminished. "I really need to talk to you."

Her brow furrowed. "What happened? Is it Ron?"

He shook his head. "Not here."

Hermione remembered Harry's discomfort in hospitals, something that had arisen ever since he had to stay in St. Mungos for nearly a month after he had defeated Voldemort, simply to recover. "Alright. We'll go outside."

They walked out, and appeared in front of the ugly clothes store in London. Hermione guided Harry through the crowds toward a small café.

As soon as they sat down and the waitress had taken their orders, Harry blurted out, "It's Ginny."

Hermione's hazel eyes were concerned, but she saw that Harry's green ones were flashing with – malice? "It was Draco, wasn't it?"

"Don't call him that. He doesn't deserve it." Harry gripped his cup, and the coffee trembled, almost spilling into the saucer.

Hermione took the cup away from him. "He broke up with her?"

"I suppose so."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Ginny wasn't at work, and we had a lunch date. She was at home, sleeping on the floor, of all things. Then – " Harry's voice broke. "Then she started crying." He turned away, swallowing hard.

Hermione knew Harry. Everyone else might not have seen it, but Hermione had. Harry loved Ginny; he always had. There was no doubt about it. And he was willing to do anything for her. Hermione laid a hand on Harry's, tears in her eyes.

"Hey, " she whispered. "Hey. It's going to be all right. I'm going to talk to her after work, okay?"

Harry nodded quickly, still avoiding her eyes. "Yeah." His voice was rough. "Yeah."

"But I can only go so far, " Hermione said. "It's really up to you."

Ginny wearily trudged down the street. It was spring, but the weather fit her mood. The sky was overcast, looking as though it would rain. Ginny had tried to go to work, tried to bury her feelings with keeping herself busy, but it hadn't helped.

It was so strange, how one minute she would be angry and him, tearing pictures, and the next, putting themback together with a something muggle called tape, letting the memories wash over her instead of pushing them away.

She entered the lobby and headed upstairs. She was reaching her floor when footsteps sounded from below. She looked behind her, only to see Draco.

He was walking quickly, head down, but he looked up when he realized he had nearly crashed into her. They stood there for a second.

He looked so tired, Ginny thought. His shirt collar was undone, the tie ends loosened. The cuffs were rolled back, and the shirt looked so worn Ginny wished she could rub her cheek into it. And still, he was the sexist thing she'd ever seen, standing there in the dreary light, his hair mussed and rumpled. His grey eyes flashed, and for a second she thought he would kiss her. Please.

Draco stared back at her, looking into her dark eyes framed by long lashes that cast shadows, making the dark circles around her eyes darker. She looked exhausted and he realized that he probably looked worse. Forgive me, he thought, just forgive me. Then pride took over again. No. NO. It wasn't his fault, it was hers. She blew up over nothing. Her eyes seemed to mock him now, and the hair glinted with defiance.

I'll show you, he thought. I'll show you how well I can get along without you. He brushed past her, willing his feet to move, move, move faster.

Ginny watched him go. Don't go, she screamed, but it was only in her head. Don't go. I need you.

Author's Notes: drama, drama, drama. well, it's more like angst. i'm terribly sorry about it, but it had to be done. this is NOT a filler chapter. things are coming together, and everything will be out in the open, if it isn't already. this chapter was VERY hard to write, as i have told janet (YAYAY for orchestra) because i have no experience in breakups. and i needed these people in character. draco was sad, yes, and he did shed a few tears (i loved writing that part) at the end of the last chapter (brownie points for anyone who picked that up) he's not going to crawl back to her...that wouldn't be draco, however much he's changed. in ginny's case, i think she would be more emotional, but as with draco, she has entirely too much pride (and a temper) to go back to him/beg him to take her back. we'll see.

and even though you're angry, i hope you can see that neither draco nor ginny were innocent in their breakup. draco, for one, didn't tell her, for over four or five months and i think, from ginny's perspective, he was hiding it from her. and of course, many of you wonderful readers saw that ginny didn't give draco a chance to explain himself. the healers were totally misguided. what inspired me to have the healers pass on such information was a game that i played when i was younger. you know, it's called telephone, and one person says a story to another person, and they pass it on, and when you stop it, the story is ridiculously different from the original one. but in this story, it was disastrous.

i hope you can understand that.

i'm also terribly sorry that this chapter was a WEEK late. i was just so tired and exhauseted. and being such a BITCH to everyone at school and it was the last week for the year. so expect updates every week for the next few weeks while i'm one winter break, if not sooner. ;) you guys deserve it.

my next fic, more commonly known as sand in my shoes, will from here on, be known as LEAVING PARIS. que romantica, no?

i know that some of you guys are from the UK, and i was just wondering if any of you knew James Blunt, the singer? because i was just thinking of songs that would fit Draco/Ginny romances, and his song You're Beautiful one that is perfect. Does anyone else know DG songs? I think Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson is one, and Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional is one. Must go search for more.

louey31, Draco will definetly miss his Ginevra ;)

zoe.safina, thanks for the encouragement. keep on reviewing! i love ya!

batsydoodles, NOOOOOO please don't cry. they'll get back together, i promise

Alexandria J. Malfoy, thanks for noticing the 'stupid healer guys'i don't think anyone else did...

peter-pan-equals-luv, thanks for the comment on the subtle foreshadowing. i actually spend alot of time thinking about stuff like that. you know, metaphors, foreshadowing, character development, and symbolism ;)

Sadistically insane, thank you for telling me about nora roberts and all of the other romance novels. i'll just rush off now to read them!

Kumiko Eharu, they can't live happily ever after because they're DRACO and GINNY...and cool penname...does it mean anything specifically?

prancer, i'm glad so have so much confidence in me!

MoonlightPrincess, the movie should have been longer

youngwriter56, i never really noticed. thanks for telling me though...i should go back to my earlier chapters and read them. ;)

BurningBright, wow, i've never had anyone admire me like that:)

Alexandria Malfoy, YAYAY you noticed the Ron and shellfish thing. i thought that was hillarious.

Sunflour, I love you. You're so understanding. but where did you hear that Tom Felton isn't going to be in any more of the HP movies..that's IMPOSSIBLE...what about the SIXTH movie...he plays such a HUGE part in that one. i'm going to cry if it's true. TT

LighteDarkness, you got your character's feelings right. keep it up!

Bfly-Ronaldita, I'm being a darling and updating ;)

SerenityMelody, the seamus incident was there for a reason. not only was it to show that ginny still had to get over Seamus and she did, but it planted seeds of doubt in Draco's head. he keeps feeling he's not good enough for her, and it's then where their relationship isn't completely solid. and the whole seamus thing was sorta lucky. remember that seamus came right at the opportune moment. there's a certain point where everything is pure potential, where something could shift one way, or shift another way. in that instant, draco realized that seamus was tricking them, and he managed to divert his anger into seamus and be more understanding toward ginny.

FeistySprite, I promise it won't take four chapters ;)

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