A/N: It's a good thing I already have the next few chapters written, because I've recently been sucked into Twilight :) I read the first three books in less than a week.

Now, we have a time jump of about three months, putting this around late October. Things have changed quite a bit in those few months. Part II is drawing to a close right now. Oh and a Fauxhawk is just a Mohawk without the sides shaved.

And thank you all for the wonderful reviews!

There's Nothing

Ever since his birthday, there was something wrong with him. He stopped going to Quidditch practice, but never did he miss a game, always catching the snitch. He was distancing himself from her, she could feel it. He was constantly telling her that he loved her and she knew he meant it, but there was something wrong…

The months crawled by, and they always went to see her family for dinner every week or two, and he took her out every chance he got…but it wasn't the same. Before, he would have been thrilled to simply lay in bed all day with her, now they had to be in public, as though he was merely keeping up appearances.

He spent all his time with his music, constantly in his studio writing or simply practicing. It was unnerving; he never did anything magic-related anymore.

He was being Sky.

Ginny sat on the black, leather couch that sat in the studio. Rain was splattering against the window and she had a pen and a pad of paper. He writes when he's sad, so I am too.

"Who knows? Maybe I can get Kyle or Ben to find a singer to sing it for me." She wondered aloud.

Ginny knew he'd be home soon, and she was worried what he'd done now. He had called her earlier to say he had a surprise. The cell phones weren't bad and she had to admit they were useful for when they were around muggles, but he didn't even like floo or apparation anymore.

Harry had been shopping more than before, and his style was changing more. He wore his well-fitted jeans even lower, and a few weeks ago he came home with pierced ears, much to her dislike and Jack's happiness.

He wasn't Harry anymore, and that frightened her, and it made her upset, and mad even. Ginny continued writing her song, allowing her emotions to spill over the page, as if she was writing in a diary, something she had refused to do since her first year.

"Ginny!"

She heard Harry close the front door and she titled her song. "Stranger." She sighed.

She walked downstairs and her jaw dropped. Harry was standing in the entryway, with a red Mohawk. Well, almost, he hadn't shaved the sides and it wasn't too tall, only stretching about half an inch.

"What do you think of my Fauxhawk?" He grinned.

Ginny shook her head, mouth still agape. She tried to speak, but no words came. Finally, she threw her hands up, letting out an agitated groan and went back up the stairs.

"Ginny?"

She ignored him and went into their bedroom, collapsing on the bed. Harry walked in seconds later, a look of confusion on his face.

"You don't like it?" He asked shyly.

"No, Harry, I love it." She glared at him.

"Ginny…" He groaned, sitting down beside her.

"You know what, Harry? I feel like I don't even know you anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"Piercing your ears? Dying your hair? This isn't you, Harry."

"Ginny, yes-" He moved closer to her, reaching to hold her hands.

"No! It's not!" She pulled out of his grasp, standing up. "You are turning into Sky!"

A new wave of shock passed over his face. "Well, Sky is a part of me, Ginny. That's who I was for nearly four years. I'm still Harry."

"No, you're not! My Harry would have spent his time flying! He would have lost interest in being Sky, because he would know it wasn't really him! Harry, I love you, not Sky." She finished in a whisper, and placed her hands on his face.

She leaned down and kissed him softly, and for the moment, he was Harry again, but as soon as they broke away and she looked at him, he was Sky once more.

Sighing, she leaned her head into his shoulder. "I love Harry." She whispered.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He leaned down, so they were lying on the bed, Ginny on top of him.

They lay like that for several minutes, and then Ginny heard Harry whisper in her ear. "I love you, forever. No matter what happens, you will be the first, and you will be the last. With the exception of our children." He laughed.

"When Sky comes back, tell him to get lost." She whispered, burying herself further into Harry.

"If only it was that easy." He sighed.

Then, for the rest of the day and night, he was her Harry once again. And she wished it would stay that way, but she knew it wouldn't…

***

Ginny rolled out of bed and looked at the man lying there. His new red and black hair was all over, the red no longer standing straight up.

His bare chest rose and fell evenly and Ginny felt a few tears escape her eyes as she watched him. There was nothing left with them. It was as though they were both pretending before, and they didn't want to pretend anymore.

He would disappear for a few hours at random times, always saying he had a meeting or was hanging out with Jack. She would call Kyle and Ben and ask them what his schedule was like for the day and they would claim it was clear. And then she would see Jack hanging around London with some girl.

So where was he going?

Ginny wiped away her tears and looked down at the ring that she hadn't removed since the night he put it on her. She didn't know what to do.

"There's nothing." She whispered to herself, feeling more tears fall down her face.

***

"Hey." Sky walked up to the green-eyed women with a wide smile.

"Hey you." He kissed her forehead and they sat down at the small table for two. They were silent until a waiter arrived, asking for their orders.

Once the waiter left, Sky looked at Lauren carefully. "So, what have you been doing other than lurking around London?"

"Lurking sounds so mischievous. I prefer the term exploring."

He leaned closer to her. "You've lived here your entire life, Skylar, I doubt there's a place here you haven't been."

"Now, you're wrong about that. How's the girlfriend?"

"Ginny's fine, except for her blinding fury about my hair and ears."

They paused while the waiter left two steaming cups of coffee. Sky smiled at the man and he left swiftly, knowing to not check on them.

"Well, you know who would have absolutely loved them?" Lauren smiled.

A sad smile crossed his face briefly. "Yeah, that's partly why I did it."

"I found this." She reached into her purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to him. "She always had crazy ideas when it came to music."

He read the paper, smiling at the logos doodled in random spaces. "Punk goes crunk? Isn't that a CD? A really bad one?"

Lauren nodded. "There's only a few good songs, but she always loved the idea of mixing two different genres. Your cover from your birthday would be perfect for it."

"This is a tour, though."

She nodded. "You're the only one that could make it happen."

"I'll do it." He answered quickly.

"I can't turn on the television without seeing your face or open a magazine. Your fame is incredible now."

"I know, and I'm almost done with my next album."

"That was fast."

"I like going fast sometimes."

"How are you going to go on a tour?"

"What do you mean?"

She pointed to the familiar ring on his finger; he never took it off. "Ginny?"

"Oh." His face fell and he sighed. "I don't know what to do about her."

"Is she suspicious of where you keep going? Do you want to shorten our dates, or…?" She waited for him to answer.

Sky shook his head, taking her hand. "No, she thinks I'm with Kyle, or Ben, or Jack. I have plenty of excuses, so I can come see you."

"Well, that's good. I don't want to give you up." She squeezed his hand.

"I don't either. You're keeping me sane about this whole thing." He smiled, looking in her eyes and feeling something deep inside in chest beginning to scream out in pain.

A/N: *GASPS* Uh oh.

So tell me, what's your opinion on this whole thing?