A/N: hey guy! so... this was orignally just gonna be a oneshot. But then i decided, what the heck? I might as well see what I can get out of it. So... we're continueing. Also... I usually HATE Harry and Ginny pairups. Usually I hate anything with Harry in it. (I perfer Draco D) BUT.. we're just going to forget that momentraily.

OH! and thanks & cookies to Zillac for the lovely review! )

DISCLAIMER: yeah... don't own anything except plot. although if J.K. Rowling wants to sell me Draco I'd bemore then willing to help her out!
oh and the lyrics are Rascal Flatts.

What hurts the most,

Was being so close and having so much to say,

And watching you walk away,

And never knowing what could have been

And not seeing that loving you

Is what I was trying to do

Ginny felt a warm ray of what must be sunshine on her cheek. She inwardly groaned at the thought of going to work, but then remembered it was Sunday. She could detect a lump in the bed next to her. Her first thought was Harry but she remebered yesterday. She opened her eyes.

"AH!!" Ginny screamed long and loud.

"AH!" The intruder screamed as well and jumped up off the bed.

"RONALD WEASELY!" SItting up in bed and taking a deep breath, Ginny tried to calm herself and reminded herself that murder was bad. Very bad. She didn't want to go to Azkaban did she?

"SORRY! Bloody hell Gin, do ya need to scream that loud. I think I'm deaf. Hell." He rubbed his ears and glared at her. She rolled her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed??" Ginny asked harshly, getting up and throwing open the window to glance outside at the beautiful summer weather.

"Yeah well... Mum wants you over for lunch. She sent me to fetch you. And I didn't wanna wake you so I just waited. And bugger, you snore like a man." He dodged Ginny's small fist as she aimed a hard punch at his stomach as she passed by him on her way to the closet.

"Well thanks. Now get the hell out. I need to take a shower and stuff. I'll Floo over in a bit." She was rummaging through the hangers in the closet and didn't notice Ron's shuffling feet and blush on his face. He cleared his throat.

"Uh...well Gin... Mum says I need to bring you over. Like... stick with you." He waited. Silence from the closet. Then her small auburn head popped out, smiling brightly and widely (always a bad sign.

"Whatever do you mean Ronald? You mean like she doesn't want me to be alone?" She emerged and stood in front of him, a good foot shorter, with her delicate hands on her waist. Even in her boxer shorts and oversized t-shirt, she looked quite fierce.

"Uh... well... see... the thing is...uh..." Ron stuttered, praying his life didn't end today and cursing his brothers for getting the long straws. She stared. Bored holes into his body with laser beams for eyes was more like it actually.

"So... Mum must think that because Harry left me, I am uncapable of fending for myself, and therefore must have an escort??" She asked this most loudly, and Ron took a step or five back. He nodded.

"Uh.. yeah?" She opened her mouth and a loud scream of anger hurled itself through the room.

"ARE YOU BLOODY KIDDING ME? I AM A FUCKING BLOODY ADULT HERE! NOT A CHILD! I CAN GET ALONG JUST FINE WITHOUT HIM!" She paused in her tirade to take a breath. Ron held up his hands and took this moment to completely screw himself over.

"Thats what I said Ginbug. Exactly what I said. But I drew the short straw." Not even relizing his mistake, he was proud of himself, until he noticed Ginny was deadly quiet, and she was doing the staring/boring holes thing again.

"YOU DREW STRAWS TO FIND OUT WHO HAD COME ESCORT ME? WHAT KIND OF HORRIBLE CIRCUS OF A FAMILY ARE YOU GUYS? GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!! GET OUT!" She pushed him out the door, and nearly threw him down the stairs, screaming about "god-awful brothers" and "nosy bloody family". Ron, who wanted no part of this in the first place, left in a hurry, only hoping she would floo over later so Molly wouldn't completly murder him.

"Sheesh. Women." He muttered to himself.

Ginny congratulated herself on not commiting a crime that would send to her straight to Azkaban. Because, frankly, at that moment she had been thinking of every unforgivable there was. And just wait till she talked with Molly. She sighed, and stepped in the shower, closing the curtain behind her. An hour or so later, fully dressed in jean shorts and a Chudley Cannons t-shirt, she stood in her kitchen, trying to find something edible. So far she had only cried in the shower, and she had a goal of not crying again until tonight, when she had to lie down alone, in the king size bed.

Checking the fridge, and finding only bread and leftover chinese, she sent out on making some toast. While she waited for it to pop, she filled her travel mug with coffee, and dug through the cabinets till she found the tall clear bottle labeled 'Potato Vodka', which she poured generously into her coffee and stirred. Ginny was not an alocoholic, thought by some standereds, she guessed she could be. She was never drunk, she just sipped throughout the day, as Harry used to put it. She figured her liver was probably nonexistent by now but she continued.

Once her toast was eaten, she grabbed her mug, threw on her white ballet flats and flooed to her mum's house, holding her breath for the questions they were bound to ask. Questions she really didn't want to answer.