It was Sunday night. Harry had spent most of his weekend trying to ignore the fact that Monday was imminent. Across from him lounged his primary means of distraction for tonight: Ginny.

Right now, she was looking up at him through her eyelashes, a slender finger twirling through her hair and a sly smile on her face.

Right now, Harry was thinking how good she looked there on his couch, in his home, in his life. She was talking about something- Quidditch maybe, or work, or dinner- Harry nodded and grunted in agreement in all the appropriate places, but his mind was racing in its own direction. He and Ginny had just gotten back to together a week ago now, and he couldn't remember for the life of him why they'd ever broken up in the first place.

"…it's just so austere, Harry, you understand? I think that…"

Ginny's voice trailed off. She had finally noticed the reason for his silence and attention. Harry licked his lips, his eyebrows arching. Ginny giggled. "What?"

Harry leaned across the coffee table, and when he answered, his voice was rough.

"You're too far away.."

Ginny grinned wickedly, and leaned towards him before hovering just out of reach.

"I'm not moving," she said.

The next thing he knew, Harry was across the coffee table and next to Ginny on the couch. One of his hands was running through her hair, cradling her head, pulling her closer. He could feel her then, one of her hands creeping up his neck, one of her hands smoothing its way down his chest, her lips just grazing his.

"Harry," she breathed, and he could taste her in his mouth. He tried to pull her closer, but her hand on his chest wouldn't let him. "Harry, don't you wish we could do this always? If I lived here then-" Her lips moved against him when she spoke.

"Ginny, please, I don't want to get into this now…" He craned his neck towards her.

"Then when?" Ginny demanded, sliding away from him. His chest was cold where her hand had been. "You never want to talk about it. How long have we been dating, Harry!?"

"Well, we aren't the most consistent couple, Gin-"

"Oh, I hope you don't mean to imply that that has ANYTHING to do with me-"

"Well it takes two and I don't think it's such a good idea to make such a huge commit-"

"That's just it! That's the problem! You won't commit to anything!"

Ginny was standing now, red-faced and breathing hard. "You never commit. We've been dating for years, Harry. God damnit, I deserve some sort of commitment. You know why we keep breaking up? Because there's nowhere left for this relationship to go- we're at the point where we should be… I mean, Ron and Hermione are MARRIED, and you just won't… It's like a dead end with you!" She was even more flushed now, her eyes starting to well up with tears.

"It's just," she said, her voice thin, "What's holding you back? Don't you want to be with me?"

Harry just stared, gaping. This wasn't what he had planned for tonight. He had always meant to give Ginny what she wanted, just… later.

Ginny's face crumpled and she let out a little cry, balling her hands into fists. "Fine!" she shouted, "Fine! I get it! I'll just go!"

"Ginny, wait- It's not that I don't want to be with you…"

Ginny paused, closing her eyes, trying to calm down. When she spoke next, her voice was soft and her face had smoothed out.

"Then what is it, Harry?" She asked.

Harry gave no answer, only watched as Ginny's face fell again but in a worse way then before: before she had looked upset, now she looked defeated.

He sat the rest of the evening alone in his living room, not sure exactly when she had left or exactly why he had made her.

AN: nn' I'm sorry. For the like, ten of you who read this, I'm really sorry. I kind of... didn't want to write for a really long time. But now I do. So... This is very extremely short, I am aware, but it needed to be done, and I didn't want it in the same chapter with everything else AND I have to go soon so here it is in all it's short glory. :''' Yeah, so, I'm ungiving up on this story now. And I apologize. nn'

Also I didn't edit this. :3