A/N Thanks to reviewers:
Kp: Well here are your answers! Thank you for your rating as well hehe thanks!
Zeropolis79: Lol, well this is just how I have portrayed Ginny in this particular story. I like her really!
SierraPotter: Lol, I've turned everyone against Ginny! J.K Rowling is going to hate me lol!
Kevinpotter: Oohh, nice to have a new reviewers thank you! I duno really, Ginny just comes out as a bitch, I never intended it, but it makes a good story, don't you think?!?! And don't worry, I think Harry has had enough heart break in this story!
Love or Hate?
"You've been seeing this man behind our backs?!"
"I knew you wouldn't understand!"
"Oh Ginny dear…"
"How could you make such a mess of things Ginny?!"
"He wasn't supposed to turn up!"
"I wanted to inspect this boso!"
"I demand you get out of my house now!"
"Dad! Please!"
"Out!"
Harry opened his eyes slowly and saw a short but very wide blonde haired man walk out of the room. As he looked around he also saw Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ron, Hermione and Ginny, all in the entrance of the small room. No one was looking at him anymore; for all they knew he could be dead. Everyone's attention was on the man exiting the room. He watched as Ginny just stood between him and Harry, apparently not knowing which way to go. He put his hand to the back of his head and felt a large bump forming, but there was no blood on his fingers as he pulled it back to see. However, on his face he could feel blood slowly trickling down from his forehead into his eyebrow.
Finally, Ginny ran out of her bedroom to follow the man. And as she did so, the anger inside of Harry rose to maximum as he realised that this man, whoever he was, was more important to Ginny than himself.
"Harry! You're ok!" Hermione's happy voice made him jump and he stared at her as she tried to pull him to his feet. He was a bit wobbly, but he didn't care.
"What happened mate?" Ron asked frantically, helping Hermione pull Harry up.
"Who is he?" Harry asked, ignoring Ron's question, "Anyone we know?"
Ron looked around at the rest of the people in the room in puzzlement, but soon turned back to Harry and replied, "No, you don't know him…"
"Good," Harry said, pulling out his wand and walking out of the door quickly.
"Harry!" He heard called after him, "What are you doing?"
He ignored Hermione's voice and jumped down the stairs after Ginny and the man. He got to the kitchen but there was no one there. But as he looked out of the window he saw them, holding each other as Harry had once held her; and the man lowered his head and kissed her softly upon the cheek, making her smile sadly and kiss him back.
Harry felt his heart hammer in his chest as a feeling of total sadness and hate overtook him. He wanted to kill this man. Whoever he was, he was going to kill him, and he didn't care what Ginny thought about it.
He strode out into the garden and shoved the man away from Ginny before they even knew he was there.
"Harry!" She shouted at him, going over to help her lover off the ground.
"Stay out of it!" Harry warned, pointing his wand at her threateningly.
Ginny looked at it for a moment, and then looked into his eyes. She shook her head in doubt and whispered, "Harry, no…"
But then the man's voice broke the deathly silence as he laughed in snobbish voice, "What on earth is that?"
Harry looked from him to Ginny, and then smiled slightly as he realised that Ginny had not told this muggle that she was a witch.
"What?" He asked, humouring the man as he stood up.
"That stick, in your hand!" The man laughed.
"Andrew, go, now…" Ginny said to him in a panic.
"Why?" Andrew asked, completely oblivious to anything being wrong.
"Just run!" She shouted.
Finally he took the hint and started to run away, slowly at first, but then faster as Ginny kept shouting at him to carry on.
Harry pointed his wand firmly in the direction of Andrew, his arm stiff and locked in position.
"Let him run…" He whispered.
"Harry! No!" Ginny screamed, clutching on to Harry's arm. She tried desperately to move it and kept screaming at him to stop until suddenly Harry turned and threw her to the floor.
She fell in a heap on the ground and looked up at him, her hair a mess and her face red from tears. Harry stared at her in silence. He turned back to Andrew and saw that he had stopped, just close enough for a curse to hit him. Then he looked back at Ginny. Her figure was desperate and tears were still falling down her face.
"Please, Harry," She whispered, "I'm sorry…"
Slowly, Harry's anger faded away and his face relaxed into a sorry frown. This mess on the floor; this mess standing up – they were no one's fault. They had done it to each other. And neither one deserved to be treated the way they were.
Harry's wand dropped silently to the floor as he put out his hand to help Ginny up. She sniffed out a smile and took it gratefully. But when she was standing, he just sighed and walked away. Mr and Mrs Weasley, and Ron and Hermione were standing by the door to the Burrow, but all of them moved out of the way silently as he went to pass. And he walked up to his room without a fuss, leaving the commotion behind him.
Harry stared out of his window two hours later, looking at the midnight sky. It was truly beautiful as the stars twinkled in his glasses and the occasional hoot of an owl nearby would be the only sound to break the silence.
He had been sat in the same position since he arrived in his room two hours ago; but all was not silent then. He had heard shouts from Mr and Mrs Weasley, lots of slamming doors, talking from Ron and Hermione in the next room and a bit of muffled crying from somewhere in the house; but then all was silent as people started to drift off to sleep. He had no idea where Ginny had gone after he left. Whether she had gone back with Andrew, which was apparently his name, or whether he was ordered to leave the house and she had gone to bed. But he couldn't sleep a wink. There was no point in trying because he knew he wouldn't drift away; there was too much on his mind. He was so pleased with himself for not killing Andrew, because that was certainly what he started off to do, but it was clear that in the past two weeks something had changed in him. And that night he realised that all he wanted was for Ginny to be happy; and even if that meant her happiness would not include him then so be it. He had also seen that in the past few years, he and Ginny had turned each other into different people, and he wanted that to change. Obviously it wasn't their fault, everything was put down to Voldemort; but he was gone now, so Harry had to stop blaming him for things that were happening in the present – no matter how hard that was to admit.
Slowly, Harry removed his glasses and put them on the windowsill by his side. In an exasperated habit, he rubbed his lightening shaped scar on his forehead and thought about his parents. What on earth would they think of him now? Maybe they would disown him as a son and forget he existed. In a way he was glad that they were dead, they couldn't see what had become of him. He knew they had died thinking of their only son as a hero; a good boy who would always treat people well and save the world. Well, at least the last thing was true…
"Harry?"
A voice made him jump out of his skin and he turned to see Ginny standing in her tattered pyjamas at the foot of his bed.
"I did knock," She said, "I thought you were asleep so I crept in to put this on your desk…" She held out his wand with a shaky hand and he took it from her slowly.
"Thank you," He replied quietly, "Why aren't you asleep?" He asked.
"I couldn't sleep," Ginny replied, quietly closing the door behind her, "I couldn't stop thinking about you…"
Harry was shocked by this, as he would guess that he was the last person she wanted to think about right now.
"I wrote Andrew a letter," She continued when he said nothing, "I told him I never want to see him again."
"Why?" Harry asked, shocked.
"Because I don't," She answered, "I didn't love him at all. But every time I saw him he made all the pain inside me go away, so I kept seeing him."
"Sounds like love to me," Harry said.
"No, because every time I went to see him I went with the idea of telling him I didn't want to be with him. But when he kissed me it was like magic…"
"Which he doesn't know exists," Harry cut in, and he couldn't help smiling slightly.
"Well, yes," Ginny giggled, "That's an important part of a relationship I guess. The truth."
The two of them stopped laughing when she said the word. And Harry couldn't bear to see her eyes burning into his for a moment longer, so he turned away.
"Thing is Harry," She said, reaching out for his hand, "You were truthful with me from the start, and I should have been with you."
Harry felt electricity run through him as she touched his hand, and he tried to hide his sharp intake of breath as he looked out of the window.
"That was an amazing thing you did, not killing him I mean," She continued, "Thank you. Although I didn't love him, he helped me in a lot of ways, and I wouldn't have liked to see him die."
"Don't thank me," He said, still not looking at her, "You saved me from myself really, begging me not to kill him," He added, pulling his hand out of hers.
"I didn't really think you would," Ginny said encouragingly.
"But I would have."
"In front of everyone?" Ginny asked sarcastically.
"Yes," Harry said, turning to look at her.
There was a silence as they stared at each other for a moment, and Ginny's worried eyes were first to pull away. But they were back in an instant, smiling.
"You've got blood all over your head!" She smiled, getting up.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked.
"To get a flannel," She replied with a light tone.
As she walked out of the room Harry felt his heart bounce. He didn't really know what was going on… Was he to be thankful that she had written to Andrew like that? Or had she just picked the easier option? Harry was an easier person to be with out of the two; for a start he wasn't a muggle! But he decided that for now, he should just let the night go as it planned, for nothing much worse could happen in one night, could it?
Shortly after leaving, Ginny walked back into the room with a bowl of steaming water and a cloth hanging over the edge. She put it on the desk and pulled up a chair so that she was closer to Harry's face. She put his hand lightly on his cheek and turned his head so that it was facing her, then started to dab away the dry blood that sat on his head.
"Is this too hot?" She asked.
"No," Harry mumbled.
"It's all stuck in your eyebrow!" She laughed as she scrubbed above his eye.
Harry laughed too as she slowly made her way up his head and towards the cut.
"Argh!" He yelped as the hot flannel finally made contact with the open wound.
"Sorry!" Ginny said, pulling his head back towards her. She started to blow lightly on to the cut to cool it down, still holding his cheek in her hand.
Harry's heart beated ever faster as he looked into Ginny's calm eyes. Soon he couldn't stand it any longer, and took hold of her hand. She lowered her gaze and looked into his soft, green eyes.
"Are you ok?" She whispered.
"Fine…" He whispered back, moving closer to her face.
"I…" Ginny stumbled on her words and her breathing deepened on Harry's face, "Harry, I'm so…"
"Shush," He said, putting a finger to her mouth, "You talk too much."
For one second, Harry saw her mouth spread to a small smile, but then the tiny gap between them closed, and their lips touched gently for seconds before his mouth opened and Ginny's followed suit. Their tongues slid over each other for a short moment before Ginny pulled away quickly, her hands underneath his t-shirt.
"Are you sure?" She asked breathlessly.
But Harry was taken with the moment and he pulled her straight back to him without a second thought.
His top was removed slyly straight after hers, and before he knew it they lay together, completely naked in his bed.
Nothing could spoil the night, not the hot water being spilt all over the floor – leaving the room clammy and warm – nor the pain on his head as sweat trickled from every direction into his wound. And Harry didn't look back to the events of the evening before for a second. He only looked straight forward, at the hot radiant beauty that lay beneath him.
A/N Yes? No? Is it too graphic? I hope not… It's supposed to be just nice. Well, supposed to let you think what you like about the night but obviously you know what's happening. Basically did you like it? Please review thank you!
