A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reviews! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update.

Thanks to those who reviewed:

A Ferret Called Silver:If you say so...

e-chan16: I expect the same or a similar responce to this post as well...

Miss Cody James: I checked MuggleNet a thousand times and all it says is that she has pertuberant (spelling?) eyes and pale eyebrows, so I really don't know if your right on that one, as for now I'm pretending her eyes are brown. I saw the mistake about the years too, but it was too late and I'm too lazy to go back and fix one mistake right now. And when she left Harry's dorm it was still very early, so the only people who saw already knew, and I didn't want dialogue in the chapter. Does that make any sense at all? Porbably not...

Dinosaursisfine: Thanks! Luna may be a bit out of character, but honestly we have no idea what (or if) she thinks, so I'm taking some literary liberties with her.

Harpy Prince: The entire story couldn't have come about without Dumbledores death. But I'm glad you like my style!

Dark-Sayoran: A lot of people don't seem to like Ginny. wonders why. I don't like her in fan fiction, but I don't mind her in the books.

AbsolutleyFantabulous: Glad you like it! Yea, I'm not much of a fan of them in the books, and in fan fiction all I've seen of them is fluffy, so I havent had much of a chance to change my opinions...

Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter!

Harry woke up that morning, his head pounding in his ears. His mouth was dry and his breath reeked. He could feel his stomach in his throat, gagging him. His skin was burning but the hairs on his arm were raised all the same. He raised a hand to his head and pushed away a stray lock of hair. The smell of alcohol clung to him.

He rolled onto his back. The sheets next to him were warm. He looked to his side. There was an indentation in the pillow. From another head. Someone had shared his bed last night. He groaned inwardly. Of all the things in his life that had gone wrong, of all the things in his life he desired to forget, this had to be the one?

He pulled himself up and looked around. He was alone. He looked for any clue as to what happened last night. There was a blonde hair on the pillow. Red, he thought, thinking of Ginny. He found his dress robes were at the door in a pile. He disregarded them and stumbled into the bathroom. He stared at the toilet for a minute, trying to figure out if he'd rather vomit or urinate first. The latter won out in the end. He closed his eyes to the blinding light and listened to the liquid hit the porcelain bowl until he was empty. He flushed the toilet. He watched the water swirl before retching the contents of his stomach into it. Amber liquid burned his throat as it departed his body.

Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and flushed the toilet again. He waited for it to calm before turning on the shower. He stepped into icy water. Completely unnecessary, he thought. He faced the water and opened his mouth, letting it fill. He swished the water around in his mouth than spit it out. Gross.

He stepped out of the shower. The humid air wrapped around him tight, suffocating. He brushed his teeth ferociously, struggling to replace the rancid taste. He grabbed a large ruby colored towel and covered himself with it. Bracing himself, he opened the door letting in a gush of cold. He saw his robes still where they had been discarded last night. He walked over to them, ignoring the throbbing in his head. He picked them up to put away. A silver charm fell on the floor. He picked it up and turned it over in his hand. It was a strawberry.

He saw her eyes, large and brown staring at him, frightened. She stepped forward and touched his face. He leant into her hand. She was biting her lip. He wanted to taste it. He took a step forward, she kept looking at him. He kissed her, ran his hands through her hair, held her close. She kissed him softly, as though she was unsure of herself. This only proved to encourage him and he pushed her against the wall and felt her gasp for breath against him. He wanted her. Now. He picked her up and carried her to his dorm. He didn't notice Ron and Hermione on the couch, staring at him, or see Ginny as she came down the stairs from her dorm, stopping short, her mouth open, eyes widening. He put her down when they entered his room. It was empty. He shut the door and turned to her. She pushed up on her toes and kissed him lightly, than backed down and blushed. He grabbed her and kissed her deeply, grinding against her. Her breathing increased. He could feel her form against him. There was no doubt in his mind she could feel him. His tongue separated her lips as his hands entered her robes. His kissed her lips and dragged them down to her neck. She arched her back, pushing into him. He took off her robe. She took off his, her bracelet catching slightly. He picked her up again and placed her on the bed. She looked up at him, scared. He asked her if it was okay. She nodded.

Shit, he thought. He looked at the charm again and threw it at the wall before crumpling in a heap. The door opened. He looked up to see Hermione walk in. He got up, holding his towel tight. She sat on his bed and looked at him.

"What?" he asked her.

"Get dressed" she said.

"Don't tell me what to do!" he scorned, opening his trunk to find a pair of boxers and some robes. Hermione didn't move or look away; she kept staring at him, even after he was done dressing. After a few minutes of silence she whispered hoarsely to him.

"What did you do?"

"I think we both know the answer to that."

"You destroyed her" Hermione's eyes were wide with fear and resentment to the man/boy before her.

"Don't be so melodramatic Hermione."

"You love her! And she loves you! And you blew her off for a one night stand?"

Oh, Harry thought. She means Ginny.

"We broke up!"

"Bullocks. We all know that was false crap. You belong together and you know it. Only you had to mess it all up by dumping her, and the same night sleeping with one of her friends! How do you think that made her feel? To have the love of her life dump her under the pretence of protecting her, and than see him hurt her more than any spell or curse ever could? What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do that to her?" Hermione's eyes filled with tears. He looked away.

"You don't know shit about any of it" he said softly, opening the door to leave.

"Fine! Leave! Don't worry Ron and I will pick up the pieces to her broken heart! You just go on being Harry fucking Potter! The Boy Who Lived! The Chosen One! The hero of the wizarding world! Who care's who he fucks so long as he's having a fucking good time at it!"

"SHUT UP! I don't need this right now! I have enough shit going on right now I don't need little miss know-it-all telling me what to fucking do!"

"Well than what do you want from me? Pity? Sympathy? How about a good screw? That'll fix everything up real fine!"

"Sod off!"

"Same to you!"

Harry walked out and slammed the door, not even caring that it was his room, and he should be kicking her out, not the other way around. He stormed down the spiral staircase, past Ron who had his arm over a crying Ginny. He thought of going to the hospital wing. He wanted the pounding to stop. He passed the gargoyle statue in front of the late headmaster's office. Her eyes were large, deep. He could get lost in them. He shook his head to rid himself of the memory, causing the throbbing to return with an unmatched fury.

He kept walking until he was outside the hospital wing. He turned around. He couldn't go in. He was underage. He'd been drinking hard liquor last night. Madam Pomfrey would know. He walked to the Great Hall. He sat alone at the Gryffindor table. He didn't want to talk to anyone. The smell of food made his stomach churn. He grabbed a piece of dry toast and tried to choke it down.

He looked away from the food. His eyes found her on their own. She was looking at him. He saw Ginny walk into the hall. She looked at him, than turned away and left. He looked back at the Ravenclaw table. She was still looking at him. He glared at her. She had ruined any chance he had with Ginny. Stupid bitch.

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Emma