A/N: Oh, I know it's short, but I had writer's block and anyway it was a good place to end it. Oh, and I'm going to change the category from Angst to Drama, 'cause I don't think its really angst, especially after this chapter. So, anyway, enjoy!

Harry was eating breakfast the next morning. He was still angry at Ginny… but his sadness was fading, and he was more in love with her than ever. Her passion… her fire… her confidence… her kiss… her heart. It could all be his if he wasn't such a noble git. She caught him staring at her and said, "What is it, Harry? Can't stand the sight of me anymore? Do I repulse you?" she asked, obviously angry once again.

"Hardly," he said, smiling devilishly. What am I doing… he thought. I don't want her to love me… right? He wasn't so sure when he glanced at her again.

"You sound better," Ron commented.

"I feel better," Harry replied.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. She was not convinced. She looked so sexy… I have to stop thinking this way! He scolded himself. What is wrong with me? Harry tried to clear the thoughts of Ginny away… yet to no avail. He had to face it. He was powerless against her. But it's like I told her yesterday… just because we are in love doesn't mean we can be together. It's much more complicated.

But then he remembered her response, and felt less committed to the cause of staying away from her.

"It's only complicated because you choose to complicate it, Harry!"

Was that true? Was he really just complicating things? But she could die… but, won't Voldemort take her because she's his friend, his best friend's sister, a muggle-loving Weasley? Does it really matter if they're together? She's already a prime target. A little more danger couldn't do much more harm, right? Right. He was going to do it… he was going to ask her out. Or was he? He sighed heavily.

"What is it now, Harry? Sinking into depression once again?" asked Ginny, pissed off.

"Ginerva Weasley! Don't be so cruel to Harry!" shouted Mrs. Weasley.

"Sorry, mum," she grumbled.

"Ginny," said Harry. He had to do it—for his own sanity, and it would make her happy, too. It was the right thing. "Could I talk to you a moment?"

"Sure, Harry," replied Ginny, "if you must.

"I must," he insisted.

Ginny wondered what it was he would want to talk to her about. He had said it himself—they were over.

Once out in the hall, Harry took a deep breath. "I can't take it anymore," said Harry.

Surely he couldn't be saying what she thought he was saying? "Can't take what exactly?"

"You—me—us," he replied.

"What about it?"

"I can't take the fact that there—that there is none."

"But there is one. There always will be one," answered Ginny, her heart racing.

"Ginny," he said, his heart racing also, "will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," she whispered, "I love you so."

"I love you, too," he answered as they embraced in a passionate kiss.

They were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley's scream and Mr. Weasley shouting, "The Dark Mark! The Dark Mark! It's over the house!"