A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapters, the next will be longer. Enjoy :]

For the next week, everyday and night seemed to repeat itself. They would go to the Rhine Bar or some other club, Ginny would end up waking up beside Sky early in the morning, get to the Pitch in time for a brief argument with Ron, watch them practice with Hermione and start the whole cycle over again.

She and Sky rarely exchanged more than a few words during the day, but they would have long, drawn-out conversations before going to his house at night.

"Ugh." Ginny let out a frustrated sigh.

She was lying in her bed at the hotel, staring up at the ceiling. She was not going out tonight. She was not going to let the cycle repeat itself. Not tonight. She was too tired.

I can't take this anymore. It's like being with two different people. During the day and even at the clubs, he's Sky, an arrogant, cocky, gorgeous Quidditch star. But once he takes off the sunglasses and bandana, he's Harry again, a sweet, shy, gorgeous man I'm in love with.

She could hear Ron and Hermione next door, getting ready. Ginny wondered if Sky was going to question her not being at the club.

"I'll find out soon enough."

"We'll see you later, Ginny." Hermione called from the next room. Ginny answered her and heard the sound of the door closing.

"And now I wait." She sighed.

***

Ginny rolled over in bed, looking at the clock: 1:30. Ron and Hermione were probably home and sound asleep. She crawled out of bed, stumbling through her dark room, and finding her jacket.

She quietly slipped out of their room and went downstairs to the Lobby. There were a few people walking to their rooms, some of them seemed drunk out of their minds. Ginny walked into the cold air and walked down the sidewalk, her alone with her thoughts.

She passed stores, most of them closed, but the town still seemed lit up. She continued walking, passing more stores and even a few open restaurants that were surprisingly full of people, laughing and eating.

She stopped at a small park, finding a quiet bench to sit down at. It was silent, except for the sounds of a few animals lurking about. Ginny tucked her legs beneath her and crossed her arms, feeling the cold of the night now that she had stopped walking.

"What are you doing here?"

She looked up to find Harry standing above her. His sunglasses and bandana were gone, exposing himself to her for the first time outside of his bedroom.

"I could be asking you the same thing."

He laughed, sitting down beside her. "You got me there."

"What are you doing here?"

"You first." He smiled at her.

"Thinking. Your turn."

"Same."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Life." He told her simply.

"What about it?"

"How it could have turned out and it will turn out."

"How do you think it could've turned out?"

"Not sure, but not like this."

"You can change it, you know."

"Oh, I can, can I?"

"Yes, you can."

"It's not that simple." He shook his head.

"How?"

"It's not." He raised his voice, from laughter, not anger Ginny noticed.

"I say it is!"

"I say it isn't.

"You're horrible."

"Well, so are you!"

They were both nearly shouting at each other.

"Come on, Harry!"

He froze, his smile fading fast. "What?"

Ginny opened her mouth, closing it again quickly; she didn't know what to say.

Then, without a word, he got up and walked away, leaving her alone in the park.

***

Ginny stood up after several long minutes. She walked out of the park, going down the sidewalk. She kept going until she came to a dark, familiar neighborhood. She opened the gate, going up the walkway to the front door of the house. She knocked several times, hearing a dog barking; it was the first time she'd heard him.

Harry opened the door slowly, knowing it was her. He was shirtless, his jeans hanging loosely around his waist, his boxers partly exposed. He was leaning against the door and a bottle of beer was in his hand. He had an empty look in his eyes and seemed worn out.

"What?" He asked roughly.

"I understand that the war was rough on you Harry, but you didn't have to run away like that. You have people that care about you."

He snorted, walking away, and leaving the door open. Ginny walked into the house, a large German Shepherd rubbing his nose into her as she stepped inside.

"That's Orion, by the way." He called from what sounded like the kitchen.

Ginny closed the door and walked to the back of the house, where he was sitting on the island in the kitchen. He was downing the last of his beer, and glaring at her.

"What is your problem, Harry?"

"Nothing." He put the now empty bottle down without breaking his stare.

"Doesn't look like nothing. Why did you leave?"

"Things weren't what I thought they were."

"He's gone, Harry. You can have that life you told me you wanted so badly."

He shook his head in disgust. "Don't give me that. Like you even care."

"Don't ever say or even think that I don't care, Harry." She stepped closer to him, looking up at him perched on the counter.

"You've already said it, so I'm just reminding you." He snapped.

"What are you talking about?"

"Damn it, Ginny!" He grabbed the bottle and slammed it into the sink. "I was there, remember? When you said it! I was there!" He shouted.

"What…" Ginny sighed, realizing what he was saying.

He gave a quiet, angry laugh. "You remember now."

Ginny couldn't look at him. She glanced around the kitchen, seeing two other empty beer bottles on the counter; he had been drinking.

"I was mad at you, you had left me." She whispered.

"Yeah, well, I'm a noble prat remember?"

Ginny closed her eyes, thinking back to that day, two weeks after the Final Battle.

"Ginny, how are you?"

She glared up him. "How do you think I'm doing?"

"Come on, don't be like that." Harry grabbed her arm, but she snatched it away.

"I thought you were dead." She muttered, walking away.

"Ginny, you know I had to." He said, following her.

"Harry, I just need to be alone."

"Well, then will you promise that you'll talk to me when you're done being alone?" He grabbed her again, turning her around to look at her. His eyes were innocent and sincere behind his glasses; she couldn't look at him right now.

"Sure."

"Ginny." He warned.

"I said I will."

"I know when you're lying, Ginny." He smiled.

"Can you just leave me alone?" She tried to pull away but he was stronger than her.

"Ginny."

"Let me go Harry." Her voice was deadly.

"No."

"Harry, I don't care about you right now, and I don't care what you want. I'm done." She shook her head, anger boiling up inside her. "Why can't you understand?"

"Understand what? What you went through this year? Losing everyone that we lost? What?"

"Gods, I just…Go away, Harry! I hate you!" She felt almost childish, but she put as much emotion and force that she could drum up into it. He let her go immediately and she stormed off.

"I'm so sorry you took it to heart, Harry." She had her hands on her mouth and her eyes still closed from reliving the memory.

"And it's my fault again. I take everything you say to heart, Ginny! That's part of being in love with you!"

Ginny felt light-headed. "What?"

He was panting from yelling with such emotion. "I love you. I always will." His voice fell to a whisper. He hopped down from the counter, making himself only inches away from her.

"I love you too." She whispered.