Disclamier: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be too busy to write this fan fiction. So, no, I do not own Harry Potter.

"For the LAST time, the kiss didn't mean anything!" Harry shouted at the Dean.

"How do I now? Why were you flirting with her?"

"I wasn't flirting! It was more of brotherly love!"

"BULLSHIT!"

"Be reasonable Dean! She hates me."

"Reasonable be damned, Why did you kiss her?"

"It sort came, acci…"

"Don't tell it was an accident! People trip accidentally, people fell accidentally, you accidentally knock over something, YOU CAN"T GODDAMN KISS SOMEBODY'S GIRLFRIEND ACCIDENALLY!"

"Shut up Dean, or I'll hex you," Hermione said wearily, "While you were busy shouting Harry, did you ever think how Ginny feels?"

Dean, red faced, said, "Blimey, I forgot!" And he rushed out the room.

"Harry, if you still care about her that way, just talk to her, Harry."

"I don't-"

"Don't kid yourself; you still like her, a lot."

"Fine, I will say something or something."

Harry took a deep breath before knocking on Ginny's door. Dean was downstairs; a diversion Hermione thought of. "Come in," a voice said inside the room. Harry took another deep breath before slowly turning the doorknob and ventured in.

"Oh, it's you, the great prat who goes around snogging people before running off," Ginny said, coldly. "Ginny, you know why I— we need to break up."

"Yeah, the usual noble crap, the saving people thing, and the fact you might find somebody prettier while you were at it."

"Ginny, you know that's not true," Harry said, looking extremely sad and crestfallen. "Whatever you say Potter," Ginny said, still using the same icy voice.

SLAP!

"OW! Ginny, the thing is, I cared about you, too much," he paused, "and I still do."

"Damn it Harry! Why did you do it?"

"I…"

"Harry, it is not that I don't know that you like me. I am ENGAGED! Harry engaged."

"I realized that Ginny! I am not stupid!"

"Get out!"

"What?"

"Get OUT! You slimy git!"

Harry ran out the room as fast as he can, ducking a blow from Dean as he passed him. Dean went into Ginny's room and sat down next to her on the bed.

"Hey, honey, you feeling okay?"

"Yea Dean, I am fine."

"You sure?"

"YES. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Ginny…" Dean said in a mockingly hurt voice, while giving her the puppy eye.

"Oh, stop it Dean. It's Harry; I don't know what the hell is wrong with that git."

"I know, honey, he is just a bastard okay? You don't see me going around kissing people's fiancé."

They talked for another half an hour, the entire topic being how Harry being a selfish bastard and so on.

"And then she called me a slimy git!" Harry said. He was talking to Hermione and Ron, "I mean, I know I have been selfish but does she have to compare me to Snape?"

"Point taken, the thing is, you are a selfish bastard—"

"Ron!"

"—to her point of view."

"Yes, Ron, I got that. You know what, I have taken enough of you time, goodnight."

"Harry!"

"That him be, Hermione, he will brood and he will be fine," Ron said, nibbling on Hermione's earlobe.

"Ron, stop that. He is your best mate, go talk him, you really need to—Ron!"

""He can go to hell, we got more important thing to do," Ron said, sucking on Hermione's collarbone.

Hermione pushed Ron away with one hand and said, "For that statement, I won't have sex with you for a month!"

"Hermione!"

"I will be in Percy's room, and don't even think about coming!" with that, Hermione stormed out of the room.

It was pretty uneventful the next day, unless you count Ron giving Hermione the puppy look. Harry avoided Ginny and Dean for pretty well the whole day. Ginny was still giving Harry the icy look that could've frozen hell thrice over. Then it was night.

A/N: This Chapter is added becauseBaily's review. Baily thanx for the review, i didn't have time to write four chapter like you suggested, but i guess one is better than nothing. I also want to take the time to thanx all those who had reviewed, and hope those who didn't review, review.