A/N: Some say the world will end in fire... This one comes with Fire and Ice by Robert Frost as a prompt. Managed to get it to 200 words exactly, which is pretty neat.
Harry missed their fights. They both had a temper and their heated arguments would escalate to the point of accidental magic more often than not. Ginny's face would match her hair in colour, she would shout, even jinx him sometimes, and then he would get even. When they both calmed down, she would drag him to the bedroom, or the living room, or the bathroom, and they would make love until they were utterly exhausted. It was mad and unhealthy and he would do anything to have it all back.
She hadn't so much as raised her voice in the last three weeks. Hadn't touched him, and sometimes days passed when he was pretty sure she hadn't even looked at him. She barely spoke and when he tried to apologise or confront her she pretended not to notice. It wasn't until after she lost a Snitch to the Chudley Cannons Seeker that she finally broke.
'I can't do this any more,' Ginny said to him over breakfast. Her voice was calm but her hard, blazing look gave her emotions away. 'I love you but we can't keep going like this. We should go to counselling.'
'Okay. I love you too.'