A/N: So...I don't feel very motivated to write this story. At the point in which I write this author's note, only three people have reviewed the last chapter and it makes me feel unloved ((pouts)). Also...I kinda have a good idea for another story. It's a song fic and a Ginny/Draco called beautiful disaster. Tell me what you think of the idea when you review.

Disclaimer: Don't I wish...every night...every morning...every day...in every moment...((sigh))

Sunday

No one would talk to her since she broke up with Harry. Not because they were angry with her, per se, but because she slipped into such an introverted mood that no one dared go near her. Emily had attempted to at one point, but Ginny had sent her a pleading look that begged her friend to leave her alone. She felt depressed and tired but also felt she deserved it. Harry had never done anything wrong. In fact, he'd been exceptionally kind to her and she repaid him by tearing his heart to pieces.

I am so conceited, she couldn't help thinking every time she looked at him. I'm a conceited prat, and I certainly don't deserve him.

Harry had been sulky the first day, but had immediately put on an act of being alright afterward. Ginny knew it was an act, because she saw the hurt in his eyes every time he looked at her. They had caught one anther's gazes several times since Friday, but Ginny had looked away the moment she noticed he was looking back.

At the moment, Ginny lay in her bed pretending to sleep. She stared at the ceiling, wondering what she could possibly do to amend the situation. In her mind, there were only three solutions: one, tell Harry the truth; two, tell Harry a lie about how she hadn't meant any of it; or, three, tell him a lie about why she had broken up with him. None of these options seem very appealing to her in the slightest.

But what else can I do, she thought mournfully, I have to do something

With a sigh, Ginny sat up and slipped from her bed. Dipping her feet into her slippers, Ginny made for the door. She grabbed her night-cloak and pulling it on as she went. Ginny slowly descended to the Common Room, figuring that she might as well sit before the fire and think if she was going to have to be awake.

Ginevra Weasley was not the only person having issues falling asleep, however. She discovered this as she stepped into the Common Room and spotted someone already sitting before the fire. Letting out a groan as she realized who it was, Ginny turned around with every intent on returning to bed.

Unfortunately, fate just did not seem to be on her side that night.

"Ginny?"

The aforementioned froze, trying to pretend that she hadn't heard him, but it was no use. She turned around with a wary smile plastered on her face and inquired.

"Y-...yeah, Harry?"

Harry apparently had not expected her to respond, for he fell into a lengthy silence. Finally, he licked his lips and offered somewhat tentatively, "Couldn't sleep?"

"No," Ginny admitted as she exhaled. She wasn't sure why, but just talking to him like normal made everything feel much better. Making up her mind in that moment, she walked over to where he sat and took the armchair next to his.

"You?"

"No," he said laughing a little. "I just..."

However, Harry seemed incapable of saying just what he was for he fell silent once more and stared into the fire. Ginny watched him for a moment before she, too stared into the fire. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a long time; both despising it but neither willing to speak.

"I'm sorry," Ginny finally managed to murmur. "I...do like you, Harry, but there's someone I like more. Emily was never supposed to tell you I liked you, but I just...couldn't bring myself to tell her who I really like. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Who do you like more," Harry asked without looking at her. However, he turned to her as he added, "If you don't mind me asking."

"I..it's not that I mind you asking," Ginny began slowly as she looked away. "It's just...the person I like is...not someone you would approve of. Besides, I doubt anything will ever come of it, so...I really should just give up on him."

Harry watched her for a moment before sighing heavily. He ran his fingers through his hair slowly and murmured, "Forget him. If nothing ever comes of it that means the guy is an idiot and doesn't deserve you. You should go out with me instead; I don't mind being a rebound guy."

Ginny stared at him in disbelief. She knew how he felt, of course, but she never thought he would say something like that. Her mind reeled and various possible responses presented themselves before slipping quickly away. Just as she decided on one and opened her mouth to speak, however, he continued.

"That's what I want to say, but..." Harry began, trailing off for a moment. "But I know that I ought to tell you not to give up on him. He may not realize your feelings, and, I bet if he did, he would return them. Don't just assume that nothing will happen if you confess your feelings. If you want something, then you have to go after it."

Ginny smiled at him and said, "Thank you, Harry. I know how hard it must be for you to say that considering...well, you know...considering..."

"That I have feelings for you," Harry offered gently.

"Yes," Ginny responded softly. They sat in silence for a few moments more before Ginny stood and bade Harry, "Good night" with every intention of returning to bed and submitting to sleep. Just as she reached the stairs, however, she was stopped by Harry calling out to her. She turned to find that he'd risen and strode halfway across the common room to her.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Since it's all out in the open that you like someone else," he began slowly, not quite meeting her eyes. "Why don't you and I go on a date to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"Harry, wha-"

"I don't mind a rival," Harry informed her flatly as he took a step forward, "and that's how I'll regard him until one or the other of us ends up dating you seriously."

Ginny watched him in a silence, considering this proposal. Admittedly, she was uncertain of her feeling for him...and Draco. She was uncertain about many things of late and...and didn't she owe him a chance? After what she'd put him through, was a simple date too much to ask?

A smile broke out on her face. She nodded and said, "All right. Saturday then."

Tuesday

Ginny sat with Harry in the Gryffindor common room near the fire side. They were chatting, laughing, and generally having a good time simply hanging out with each other. Ginny had decided that it was best to give Harry a chance since she certainly did not plan on confessing anything to Draco anytime soon.

Harry, in turn, was behaving as an exemplary boyfriend ought to. He took great lengths to gouge Ginny's tolerance without annoying her. He did it in simple things, and took her reactions seriously. Once a topic was broached and resolved he took care not to bring it up again.

He inquired tentatively if she minded him opening doors for her. Compromising with her on that same issue: he could hold doors for her if she could do so for him in return. Consequently this became a game to see which could get to the door first and almost always ended in a tickle fight or some such silliness.

He complimented her in simple forms, making sure he was not an embarrassment. Occasionally, when the two of them were alone, he would flatter her shamelessly. Ginny would blush, and Harry would take her hand in his and kiss her fingers before they emerged back into the public eye.

Ginny found this all to be very endearing. However, she sometimes felt as if she were forcing him to walk on eggshells around her and was intending to bring this up in conversation when he suddenly ceased measuring her. They fell into a comfortable relationship then, something Ginny cherished.

The two had just entered into a debate on the finer points of Quidditch when Ron's shadow fell upon them and his cough drew their attentions to him. He looked very uncomfortable standing before them with his hands twitching at his side. Ginny bit her lip as she watched him struggle internally which whatever he wanted to tell them.

"I...I'm not upset with you," he informed them quietly causing Harry's tensed lips to relax and Ginny's eyebrows to shoot up into her fringe. "I...trust you, Harry, and...you two are happy so...this is all bloody great."

"Minus the sarcasm," Harry inquired good natured-ly.

"Yeah," Ron answered in an exhale.

"Thank you Ron," Ginny said as a smile broke forth on her features. "This means a lot to me."

Friday

Ginny sighed in relief and stretched before putting away her potions homework. It was always best, she felt, to start her weekend off by extracting from it the thought of potions class. She loved potions and everything, but it was the class she put most thought into and if she did all that thinking at the beginning of the weekend it freed up her time considerably.

Taking care to keep her things in perfect order, Ginny tucked her supplies into her shoulder bag. She stood, slipped her bag onto her shoulder, and made for the library entrance. It was as she was strolling through the charms sections that the thought of her date the next day struck her inexplicably.

She was happy and yet...uneasy. She felt almost guilty in that moment as she recollected the fact that, during Ron's offer of blessings, she couldn't stop thinking about Draco. When she had said it meant a lot for her that Ron accepted Harry she wasn't really thinking about Harry at all. She was thinking that, if Ron could accept Harry, at least, there was hope for a prospective future with Draco yet.

All of this struck her in one moment, overwhelming her, and in one motion she slumped against a nearby bookcase and allowed her bag to drop to the floor. Again, dark thoughts of her despicable selfish greed raged within her and a depressed mood settled in the bowels of her heart.

"That bloody, stupid, gorgeous git," Ginny muttered deflated, "always infiltrating my pleasant thoughts."

"Thinking about Malfoy, perchance?"

Ginny snorted, "You have no idea."

Gasping as she realized just what she had divulged to Merlin-only-knew-who, Ginny whipped away from the wall as she turned to find hazel eyes adorned with amber specks watching her.

Blaise Zabini leaned casually against the very bookshelf Ginny had leaped away from in alarm. He wore flattering black pants; an azure button-down shirt; a shimmering, ebony vest; and a look of cool triumph.

"Zabini, I..."

"Don't try to explain this away, Ginevra," Blaise said with an air annoyance, "you would only insult my intelligence and perception to do so."

Ginny shut her mouth tight and resolved to glare at him. She indulged in that very act briefly before grabbing up her shoulder bag; an indication on her part that she not intend for this exchange to carry on for much longer. Blaise smirked at her silent retort before pushing off the bookcase and stepping deep into her comfort zone and throwing all her nerves on high alert.

"Listen to me now, Ginevra Weasley, and listen well for I will not repeat myself," Blaise murmured to her in a dangerously low tone. "You would do best by yourself to forget about Draco Malfoy. He is far beyond anything you imagine him to be and past your ability to comprehend or control. Dabbling in a relationship with him would destroy a kitten like you."

Ginny flushed and her heart pounded against her chest. He stood before her for a fraction of a second longer than was necessary to enforce this warning before turning quietly on his heels and disappearing from her sight. For the second time in just a few short moments, Ginny was hit with more incomprehensible emotions that rendered her temporarily weakened.

She felt sick, angry, depressed, and at the same time frighted by Draco and the possibly reality of Blaise's words. A sense of pungent foreboding enveloped and consumed her. Shaken to the core, Ginny inhaled deeply and rushed from the library with all the dignity she could muster.

Saturday

Harry and Ginny had decided to spend the first hour and a half with their mates before meeting at the Three Broomsticks for their date. Ginny had spent the first hour with Luna, but wondered off by herself for the last half an hour of her solitude with her thoughts centered on Draco. Finally, she had made her way to Honeydukes knowing well that her date with Harry would soon commence.

Once she arrived, Ginny sat in the window seat and gazed out the window in a dazed and dreamy state. Despite everything Blaise had said, and once Ginny got over the initial shock of it, Ginny couldn't be sure whether Draco was as terrible as he'd alluded. She was incline by her feelings for Draco to believe that he wasn't and longed to get Draco alone for a moment just to gage what sort of a person he was.

Standing now, alone in Honeydukes, Ginny sighed wistfully as she continued to gaze out the window into the street hoping to catch a glimpse of him. At the very moment in which she was about to give up her fanciful thoughts of running into Draco, hands alighted on her waist before slipping down to her hips. Her breath caught and the heat rose in her. She knew who it was. She knew with out having to look.

"Draco..."

Then he was gone. He slipped through the door and smiled knowingly at her through the window before disappearing down the street.

Ginny slumped down into the window seat once more as her brain exploded into a flurry of confusion. The wheels of her mind whirled about as she tried to comprehend just what had happened to her. Thoughts of Harry completely vanished from her mind as she stared blankly into the street.

A/N: So...took me long enough I know, and I'm sorry. I was wondering just how I would make the transition from the necessary background into the meat of the story. When it finally hit me I decided to grit my teeth and plunk out the rest of this chapter even if it killed me. Plus, I refused to delete the chapter responses that accumulated since the last chapter until I finished this one. They kept glaring at me from my inbox and now I will answer them:

Chapter three

Kyra: Yay! It's these kind of messages that guilt...I mean...compel and inspire me to write more soon. :) Now write more for YOUR story! Please?

CaptainCarrotCactus: Interesting story, I wish the reasoning behind my pen name was as interesting. I was just feeling particularly emo when I made this account and looked up the Latin translation for "without love" --grins sheepishly--

I'm glad, that although you are not a fan, you were able to feel compassion for Harry. Comments like this make me feel accomplished! --exaggerated thumbs up and cheesy "I-am-Rachel-and-I-approve-this-message" smile-- Ginny and Oliver...I may have to try that...

Michelle: Thankies and...please don't hate me? --meek eek-age--

J. P. Rose: Thank you for adding my story! --heart--

gineveramalfoy1894: Awesome name (don't know if I've mentioned that before...). Again I must implore that those who were happy to see Ginny and Harry break it off in chapter three don't hate me now. --heart?--

applexx3: No, I'm not confused. My logic hardly ever makes sense either XD. I'm flattered that you find my Harry/Ginny-ness sufficient. I blush! I blush! And I agree. Ginny/Blaise and Ginny/Draco tend to be much more...I don't know how to describe it. There's just more passion there.