Decisions

"And here comes Reese McAdams and Ginny Weasley."

"She is stunning, isn't she?"

"What do you think of her and McAdams?"

"Well, Reese McAdams is nothing to laugh at, but when you compare the relationship Ginny has with Reese, and what she had with Sky, the better choice is obvious."

Ginny scowled at the television. "Then why don't you date them? One is an irritating, pompous prat and the other is too noble to tell me everything. Life is good, huh?"

Watching the reruns of the coverage of the movie premiere from last week was the perfect way to waste an entire day. Ginny laughed, thinking about the situation she had left last night.

"Ginny, c'mon!"

"Oh, shut up, Reese!"

He followed Ginny into the hallway, an agitated look on his face. He was not happy with her, and she didn't care in slightest. He was Reese McAdams, what was he to Ginny?

"Baby, I just want to talk to you." He pleaded.

Ginny stopped, turning to face him. Water was still trickling down his chest and abs and she scowled at the sight of him. She was suddenly aware of the water that stained her clothes. Her jeans had more wet splotches than dry ones and her shirt was practically pointless to be wearing, soaked through with water.

Reese sighed, stopping to give her space. "Ginny, I don't understand what I'm doing that's so wrong." He paused, waiting for her to answer. When she didn't, he continued. "One minute I think we're through, the next you're in my shower." He laughed bitterly.

"Reese, I wanted…what just happened, I wanted it to continue further, but…"

"But?"

There was a long pause and then he sighed, disappointment in his eyes. "But, I'm not Harry."

"No." She whispered.

He shrugged. "Then go back to him, Ginny. I'm not going to stop you. I may be an irritating git sometimes, but I'm not going to force you into a relationship."

"I can't go back to him, Reese."

"Well, then go home."

"He was my home."

Ginny Weasley, homeless. The title had nice ring to it, huh? She thought bitterly.

"Or Mrs. Harry Potter." She raised her eyebrows, thinking. "Mrs. Reese McAdams? Definitely not."

Ginny turned off the television, dropping the remote. She glanced around her flat, wondering if there was something to keep her preoccupied. She didn't have work today since she had taken a temporary, part-time job while she dealt with fame of the muggle world and now she only went in four days a week for short shifts, helping where she was needed.

Her flat was the perfect size in her opinion. It was all one room, save the bathroom and closet. She had a king-sized bed, taking up the entire 'bedroom' space. A partition separated the bedroom from the small kitchen which was nothing more than a cabinet beside a stove and refrigerator. Then she had a pair of chairs and a couch in front of the television. She had worked hard to decorate her flat just how she liked it. But there was something missing.

A whistle of wind came through the cracked window and she rushed to close it, wondering when she had left it open. Sensing the cold fully, she went to fireplace, a few paces from the bed and lit a fire. The fireplace had been the only reason she had chosen the flat; she never even had it connected to the floo network, it was there for its purpose which was to provide warmth and comfort.

As the flames began to roar, rain outside began to fall. Ginny sat down on the couch, wrapping herself in the thick quilt that had been her bedspread as a child. To think it all started with Lauren Skylar. In a sense, it was her fault things were the way they were, but then Harry would have always been hiding a piece of his past. She closed her eyes, drifting off into sleep when she was disrupted by a loud knocking on the door.

***

Harry's mind was racing as he drove through the streets of London. He had talked to Kyle and Ben for nearly an hour, discussing the quiet release of his second and most likely last, album. They were handling the canceling of the summer tour as well.

The hard conversation had been with Ike. Jack had been thrilled that Harry was leaving the tour and would most likely play Quidditch again (England had lost every game since Harry had left and were no longer in the running for the World Cup). But Ike hadn't agreed quite as warmly…

"Harry, can you for once decide what you want in life?" His voice was fierce and Harry felt a tinge of irritation boil up.

"Ike, this is what I want. My life is Ginny now and I'm not going to leave her ever again."

"So you're giving everything up for her?"

"I'm not giving anything up for her. I'm leaving the music industry because I have other things I want in life. Ike, I want to marry Ginny, I want to have kids, I…" He sighed. "I talked to Ben and Kyle about what's happening to the band now."

He heard Ike scoff from the other end of the line. "So, now me and the others are out of work because you want to go and be a good little boyfriend."

"Ike, you're taking my place."

"What?"

"The band is yours, Kyle is writing up a contract for you as we speak. You want this more than me and you deserve it. You've been a good friend to me, Ike. Just because I won't be up onstage with you anymore doesn't mean I won't be there for you, mate."

There was a long pause before Ike cleared his throat, speaking again. "Thanks, Harry. And…I'm happy you're going after what you want. I'm sorry I'm giving you a hard time."

"It's okay, Ike. I know you and would be surprised if you hadn't of fought for me to stay. I'm not leaving like last time."

"Good because Hannah and Lauren were bloody awful after you left. It was nothing but hormonal mood swings for days."

Harry chuckled slightly. "I'll see you soon, Ike."

He increased his speed and soon he came to the small building of Ginny's flat. Rain was plummeting down everywhere. He took off his leather jacket, not wanting it in the rain and found the flimsy one he had stashed in the backseat. Opening the door, he smiled for moment; he was ready.

***

Ginny got up, rubbing her eyes. She was prepared to yell at whatever brother had decided to un-expectantly show up at her flat. She glanced out the window, at the pounding rain. It had to be freezing outside.

She opened the door and there, water rushing down his soaked clothes was Harry. His auburn hair appeared brown with the wetness and the torrent of rain was flooding down his face. He was shaking slightly; he was only in jeans and a light-weight dark blue jacket. Ginny could barely make out his face through the thick, sharp rain, even though he was barely two feet away.

"Harry?"

"I need to talk to you." He had to shout over the scream of the rain.

"Go home, Harry!" Ginny shook her head; she didn't want to talk to him, not now. She went to close the door, but he bounded forward, holding the door open. He didn't come in, the water still pouring on his head.

"I need to talk to you." He dropped his arm.

"Harry…" Ginny sighed.

"About Skylar."

"I don't want to hear about Lauren." She tried to close the door again, but he stopped it and looked at her desperately.

"Not Lauren." His voice was quiet and was nearly drown out by the thunder that followed his words.

Ginny watched him closely as he took a deep breath, exhaling a cloud of steam from the freezing air and rain. He cleared his throat.

"Not Lauren Skylar. Anna Skylar."

A/N: Does this make you feel better? :]

*Sighs sadly* I actually just wrote the last chapter of this story :( I'm going to edit it a bit and hopefully post it in the next week or two.

I'm curious to know your ideas of who Anna is. Just use that beautiful review button right there :]