A/N: I know I said it would be out last night, but I'm really sorry! I was gone all day and when I got home I was just too tired! I'll make it up to you somehow..

Thanks for the reviews! Here's the 10th chapter..

Sorry again /

It was five thirty and Ginny had just gotten out of the shower. She was now looking for something spectacular to wear, wanting to blow Harry away. Scanning her closet she found the perfect dress for the job. She had bought a beautiful black one in NYC that she had only worn once. It ended a little above her knees and was strapless. There were magnificent roses printed on the silk cloth with shimmering sparkles sprinkled on them like dew drops. Ginny had fallen in love with it instantly when she had first set eyes on it in the store. She only hoped that this dress would be the key to showing Ginny in a whole new light to Harry.

Ginny pulled the dress out of her closet carefully and slipped into it. It looked wonderful on her. She then put on black eyeliner and mascara, a nice shade of lipstick and went on to do her hair. She put a charm on it, making it wavy, and kept it down. It looked great.

Last, Ginny grabbed her wand, shoving it inside her purse.

Just on time, she thought smugly to herself. She was never on time unless she rushed, which she didn't do tonight. This was a good omen...

Closing her eyes tightly she prayed that appirating wouldn't mess her hair up. Three seconds later she was standing right in front of Harry's door.

Ginny took a deep breath before knocking. She heard clamber and suddenly Ginny was face to face with a witch. A beautiful witch at that...

"Hi," she said nervously. That definitely wasn't Harry.

The witch gave her a dirty look.

"Um, sorry. I must have the wrong place," she said slowly, turning to leave until a voice stopped her.

"Ginny?" Harry had just appeared behind the witch and was looking like an alien was standing in his doorway. Ginny let out a nervous laugh.

"I - You invited me to dinner...I think?" she said uneasily. She was feeling very uncomfortable right now.

"You came?" the witch said incredulously.

"Yeah. Looks like it..." She had a feeling that she wasn't suppose to be there. She was just about to turn around and leave for the second time when Harry spoke up.

"Um, come on in," Harry said as he cleared his voice. Ginny walked in carefully, wishing she hadn't come at all.

As she walked over to the couch, she could hear the witch whispering loudly.

"What are you doing?" she said angrily.

"I'm inviting her in like a polite host," Harry said through clenched teeth.

"She's-"

"Shh!" Harry hissed as they sat down in the living room. Ginny started to bite her lip.

"Thanks for inviting me," she said, trying to be polite.

The witch glared at her. Harry looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than there. It was quiet for about 10 minutes.

"Why are you here?" the witch finally spat out. Harry closed his eyes and put his hand over them.

"I was invited," Ginny said with a bite. She was getting a little tired of this girl's attitude towards her.

"Yeah, well that was before I found out what a bitch you were."

Ginny's mouth dropped open. What was this girl's problem?

"Excuse me, but do I know you?" Ginny asked, an inch away from slapping her.

"Did you hit your big head on something or are you just mentally stupid?" she asked rudely.

What? Oh hell no...

"If you have a problem with me, bitch, than just say it," Ginny said angrily. The girl stood up.

"Who do you think you are coming into my home and calling me a bitch after-"

"Okay, Ginny, come with me," Harry said, standing up and walking over to her, sensing a girl fight. "We need to talk. Now," he stated forcefully giving her 'the look.'

Ginny glared at the witch before following Harry into the kitchen. When the door closed Harry looked angry.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said turning on her.

Ginny couldn't believe this! All she did was walk in the door!

"What am I doing?" she questioned, frustrated that she didn't have a clue what was going on.

"Coming here!" he almost shouted.

"But you invited me!" she cried out in defense.

"What? Did you forget our row or something?" he asked as if she were stupid.

"We had a row!" Ginny practically tripped over her words, they had come flying out so fast.

Thanks a lot Hermione, she thought bitterly. I guess something did happen between the two of us...

"Yes! After you made your stupid speech and talk show thingy!"

Ginny's heart started to race and her head started to spin as she took a seat at Harry's table.

"Tell me you're joking," she said with pleading in her voice. "Tell me I didn't do anything-"

"Stupid? You did," Harry stated. Ginny let out a groan.

"This is just bloody great!" she said, throwing her hands up in the air. "I wake up not remembering a thing, Hermione tells me something happened between me and you, I thought it was something completely different, I show up at your house thinking it was a date and I have some angry witch yelling at me that I've never even met before! This is how I find out me and you had a row and I embarrassed myself in front of people I haven't seen in years!" Ginny was talking to herself out loud, forgetting Harry was in her presence.

"You - you thought that this was a - a date?" Harry asked. He was now looking oddly at her. Immediately Ginny clasped a hand over her mouth.

"I just said that out loud didn't I?" Harry nodded as Ginny slammed her head against the table. "I - am - such - an - idi-"

"Stop! You're going to hurt yourself." Harry had grabbed her head, preventing her from anymore damage she might cause it.

"What did I say to you Harry?" she asked as he let go of her.

"Just now?" he asked.

"No, no!" she said hurriedly, not wanting to go back to that. "At the party," Ginny added quietly.

Harry walked over to the cupboard, taking out two glasses.

"It doesn't matter," he waved off, going into his refrigerator now to pour water into them.

"Yes it does," she said forcefully.

"No it doesn't," he stated even more forcefully. "It's done with and you didn't mean it. You were too drunk and you don't even remember it so we're going to pretend like it never happened." Harry handed her the glass.

"Well I must have said some awful things judging by that witch in your living room" Ginny said nastily, taking a sip of her water.

"That's Cassidy," Harry said.

Ginny nearly choked on her water.

"Cassidy, as in girlfriend Cassidy?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Cassidy, as in fiancé Cassidy," Harry corrected her. His voice was really quiet as if she wouldn't hear him, but she did.

Ginny dropped her glass in shock, shattering it to pieces as it hit the floor. That sound broke her out of her current state.

"Shit," she ground out as she bent down to pick it up.

"You're going to-" Harry started, but the piece of glass in Ginny's finger finished his sentence.

"Dammit!" Ginny yelled as she stood up.

Harry was getting married! No wonder they had a row! she thought sadly. This can't be happening! He can't get married! It will ruin everything! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, n-

"Let me help you," Harry said as he walked over to her. He gently grabbed her hand and tears formed in her eyes.

Harry was getting married. She was never going to be with him. Never.

Ginny winced as the piece of glass was carefully pulled out of her finger. A tear rolled down her cheek, but not because of the physical pain.

"It couldn't have hurt that much," Harry teased, speaking softly. She quickly wiped the wetness off her cheeks.

"So you're getting married than?" Ginny asked, her voice cracking. Harry's smile faded. He finally understood why she was so upset.

"Gin, don't do this," he said quietly, silently pleading for her to stop the pain she was causing herself.

"Congratulations. I hope you're - really - happy," she choked out. Tears fell freely now.

"Gin..." Harry said as he took a few steps towards her. She backed away.

"No, I'm fine. I - I want to wish you the - the best and I - I hope you - I hope you have a - a great life. You deserve one, Harry." Ginny's make-up was running, making her look even more sad and weary.

"Ginny, please stop," Harry said sadly. At his gentle voice Ginny erupted into more tears, piling her face in her hands. She couldn't help it. She couldn't stop the sadness from leaking out.

"Harry! What are you doing in there!" Cassidy screamed, breaking the moment in the kitchen. Ginny made a strange noise when she tried to stop herself from crying and Harry looked even more disheveled.

"I'll - I'll be right back," he said as he walked out. He didn't even look her in the eyes.

The door clicked shut and Ginny slapped herself mentally. How could she let herself cry in front of him? He probably thought she was weak and silly. Just a silly little girl like in her first year. That's all she was. A silly little girl that believed in something that wasn't even real...

So this was what it felt like to be truly heartbroken. This was ten times worse than with James. Sure, Ginny had loved him, but that was nothing compared to how she felt about Harry. She had always been hung up on Harry and now she admitted it freely. Now she admitted it when she would never get to be with him...

Harry walked in just then and Ginny hastily bent down to pick up the glass for the second time. Her wand was in the other room.

"You don't have to do that," Harry said. Ginny ignored him.

Harry knelt down next to her and grabbed her hands, stopping her from doing anything. She looked into his eyes and saw the magnificent emerald pools looking back at her. They looked sad and sympathetic.

"Don't," he said gently and quietly. Ginny's held her breath as he leaned in closer to her. She saw his eyes flash desire and want, but before he could touch his lips with hers Ginny pulled her hands back causing him to come back to reality.

"I better go," she said as fresh tears started sliding down her face again.

She was just a toy he could play with. Nothing more, nothing less.

Harry and Ginny stood up at the same time and she started to wipe the tears away when Harry blocked the doorway so she couldn't go through.

"Ginny, I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Please," Ginny pleaded softly. "Don't say anything. Just let me leave."

Harry didn't move.

"Harry please let me leave," she said forcefully.

"No. Listen to me," he said as he reached to grab her hand to stop her from trying to leave.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled. He didn't move as the tears kept slipping past her eyelids.

"Please don't cry, Gin," he said sadly.

"What do you want me to do Harry?" she choked out. "I don't know what you want from me..."

It was quiet as Harry listened to the pain he had caused.

"Listen to me," he finally said. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen and if I could I would take it all back." He took a deep breath, readying himself for what he was about to say. "But maybe it's for the best," he said with a weak shrug. His words made her angry.

"For the best?" she said amazed, the tears pausing momentarily. "For the best!" she practically yelled, her previous sadness lost in her anger and misery caused by him.

All those years he ignored me - all those years I spent crying over him - all those years I waited...they were all wasted!

"It isn't for the best Harry! Maybe for you, but not for me!" Harry winced at her cold voice. "You made me believe there was something going on between us and then you turn around and are suddenly getting married! I can't believe you!" Ginny couldn't stop the words from spilling out.

"Ginny, that's not fair," Harry said with a frown.

"You want to know what's not fair?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Me falling for you! That's not fair!" This was the first time in Ginny's life that she was actually telling Harry how she felt. Now that he didn't want her it was easy to let it all out...

"I thought something was actually going to happen this time! You flirted with me, you made me happy, you - you almost kissed me!" Ginny's vision was blurred. Just bringing this entire thing up made her want to cry. "God, Harry! Why didn't you just sleep with me! Maybe then I would feel 100 percent used!" Her hands were shaking by her sides.

"Ginny would you stop it!" Harry said angrily. "You know I would never do that!"

"Do I, Harry?" she countered.

"I hope so!"

Ginny turned away.

"Look at me," he said forcefully. Ginny didn't listen to him.

"Ginny, look at me," he said even more forcefully. Ginny finally turned her eyes on him.

"What are you going to do Harry? What are you going to say? That you're leaving Cassidy for me? What could you possibly say to make what you did right?" Ginny said coldly.

"I can say sorry. I can help you find someone else! I can-"

"NO!" Ginny snapped. Harry immediately quieted down. She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "No," she repeated with a shaky voice. "You can't fix this Harry. There are some things you can't make better and this is one of them. I know you feel bad and want to make things fine but you can't. You can't save everyone Harry. You can't be the hero all the time."

There was a silence that didn't comfort either one of them.

"I can try can't I?" Harry asked as he looked into her eyes sadly. Ginny knew he couldn't stand the fact that he couldn't make her stop hurting and make everything all better.

"Not this time," Ginny said quietly, tears falling from her bittersweet eyes. "I have to do this on my own. You can't help me."

"Ginny, I'm so sorry. I never meant for things to turn out the way they did," he pleaded desperately.

"Yeah, well we all never meant for things to turn out how they do, but that's life right?"

"We're still friends though, aren't we?" He looked at her hopefully, ignoring her previous comment.

"I need to go," she said, walking closer to him so he would move. He didn't.

"We can still be friends, right?" he repeated again, worry coming into his eyes.

"Harry please just move," she said, giving up. He slowly stepped to the side, noticing her defeat.

"You're not coming to the wedding than?" Harry's voice was worried.

Ginny walked by him, not answering.

"Ginny!" Harry called after her, but she couldn't say anything. She grabbed her purse off the couch as the tears kept falling at the sound of Harry's crestfallen voice.

"Ginny!" he called again, but only the silence answered him.

A/N: What do you think? R&R :D