Ginny's P.O.V.

The next day was complete bedlam. As usual, Ron had left his packing to the last moment and was still trying to cram things into his trunk when Mrs. Weasley called upstairs that it was time to leave.

Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny would be leaving via the Burrow's Floo Network and would end in Professor McGonagall's office.

Ron came crashing down the stairs, just as Mrs. Weasley was grabbing the Floo Powder.

'I told you it takes time to pack,' said Hermione, looking a little superior.

'Yeah, well, it's easier for you because you're a girl,' said Ron gruffly.

'How does being a girl make it easier to be organised?' asked Hermione.

Ron was just about to reply, when Mrs. Weasley interjected.

'Okay, then, who's first?' she asked loudly, stopping Hermione and Ron's incoming fight immediately.

'Er, I'll go Mrs. Weasley,' volunteered Harry and he stepped forward with his trunk, taking a handful of powder and throwing it at the fire. He then stepped into the green flames and shouted 'Hogwarts!' loudly and clearly. He was off in a whiz of ash and green flames before Ginny had blinked twice.

'I'll go next,' offered Ginny and she repeated what Harry had done, stepping into the green flames and yelling her destination.

After a lot of spinning and turning, Ginny landed uneasily in Professor McGonagall's fireplace. She very nearly toppled over, stumbling into a pair of strong arms…

Harry had his hands resting on her shoulders, looking at her in concern.

'Are you okay? You best get out of the way,' he said, directing her gently to stand next to him.

Ginny gained her balance before stepping abruptly away from Harry, jerking his hands off her shoulders.

'I'm fine,' she said in a cool voice, before bending down and picking up her trunk, hurling it to stand a little away from Harry.

From the corner of her eye, Ginny saw Harry give a weak sigh, bow his head and stare dejectedly at the floor. Ginny herself couldn't help feel a tiny bit of shame.

But she was still not going to let him off. He had hurt her and she had still not fully forgiven him for what he had said. And besides, there was definitely a part of Ginny that wanted Harry to suffer. And she would not give in until he did.

Once Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny had all Flooed back, they headed for the common room, depositing their trunks, then met downstairs again in their favourite armchairs.

Ginny was talking lightly to Hermione when her eyes were suddenly covered. She started, jerking up straight.

'Guess who?' asked a voice from behind her.

Ginny smiled and leapt up, spinning around to face Dean.

'Dean! When did you get here?' she asked, walking around to meet him.

'Just now, actually. Hi Hermione,' he waved to Hermione.

'Hello Dean. I might just leave you two alone, start unpacking. See you later,' replied Hermione, getting up and stepping back up the stairs.

It was times like this that Ginny really appreciated Hermione's tact.

'So when did you get here?' asked Dean.

'A few minutes ago,' replied Ginny.

Dean smiled at her, before taking her hand and pulling her over to a two-seated couch. He then sat, placing his arm around her and bringing her closer to him.

'I missed you,' he said softly.

Ginny flushed.

'It was only two days,' she said, but smiled a little anyway.

'Really? It seemed like ages to me,' said Dean.

Ginny blushed even deeper and then laid her head on Dean's chest, snuggling into him. He truly was very sweet…

Neither Ginny nor Dean knew, however, that they were being watched…

Harry's P.O.V

Harry only realised he was clenching his fists, when he drew tiny droplets of blood. Shaking his head, Harry tore his haze away from Dean and Ginny to the tiny cut in his palm. He sighed and quickly wiped it away before returning his gaze to the couple across the room.

It was plain to even Harry himself that he was jealous. Obviously seeing the girl you love with another guy is insanely hard and more infuriating than anything Harry had ever experienced.

He was surprised at the thought that he used to consider Dean a friend. That had changed reasonably fast, though.

Now Harry had to grip the arms of his chair to refrain from doing something drastic to his follow Gryffindor…

What he wouldn't give to be somewhere else…

He thought for a moment…

Then he realised rather quickly what needed to be done.

And it involved leaved the common room which was a bonus.

Turning to Ron, who was sitting next to him, Harry said he was headed out for a while.

'Okay. See you later,' replied Ron. One of the best things about Ron was that he didn't ask questions.

Harry nodded and stood quickly, striding towards the portrait hole. From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Ginny's eyes following him, but he made no move to turn to her. If she really wanted to know where he was going, she could come and ask him herself…

Once in the halls, Harry started towards the Great Hall. It was upon a stroke of luck that Harry ran into the one person he was looking for; Cho.

'Harry!' Cho threw herself at Harry, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

Harry cringed and very slowly extracted himself from her.

'Er, Cho. I need to talk to you about something,' he said lowly.

Cho looked questioningly at him.

'What? Well, whatever it is, you can say it later, because I have something planned for us!' she said excitedly, grabbing his hand and dragging him along the corridor.

'No, Cho, just wait a second, I need to tell you now.'

Cho frowned and turned to him.

'All right… what is it?' she asked.

'I…' Harry hesitated. Then, carefully… he said, 'I can't be with you, Cho.'

Cho froze, frowning.

'What?' she asked softly.

Harry let go of her hand, taking a step back from her.

'I can't be with you anymore. I'm sorry,' he said.

'What? Why?' asked Cho, her expression sad.

'Well… I just have a lot going on right now and it does nothing to help my conscience if we're together… ' explained Harry.

'Your conscience?' asked Cho. 'What does that mean?'

Harry could see she was starting to get angry.

'It just means that I think we should see other people. Or maybe even no one at all. Please, don't be mad Cho. It's… it's for the best,' he said.

Cho's expression turned icy.

'Right. Okay. Well, do you know what I think? I think you're a jerk Harry Potter,' she said fiercely before roughly pushing past him and stalking down the halls.

Harry sighed. It definitely not a fun thing, breaking up with someone. But if Harry ever wanted Ginny to forgive him, it was a first in a long line of difficult steps to win her back…