5. Break Your Little Heart, All Time Low (2:51, played seven times though)

Harry was seething. He was practically radiating errant magic, and if the Burrow wasn't as fortified as it was, he might have literally brought the house down.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. This?" He yells at Ginny. He slams down the paper, and on the cover shows him on his knees, apparently popping "the question" to Ginny. She sniffs with disdain.

"Our engagement. Someone must have caught the moment. You were never one to do things very secretively," she says dismissively. "Now, about the wedding..."

"What wedding? There was never a wedding planned!" Harry shouts. It was a good thing there was no one home. "There wasn't even a dinner!"

"Yes there was. And you asked my hand in marriage," Ginny says innocently.

"What are you going on about?" Harry asks impatiently. "We both know I never was going to marry you!"

"Darling?" she gasps.

"What kind of scene have you come up with now?" he asks. "What have you deluded you into thinking?"

"You want to marry me! You love me!" Ginny says.

"I most definitely do not," Harry says. "We both know who I married, and he's definitely not a girl, much less you."

"But, but..." Ginny says, looking down, tears starting to form in her eyes. "Why do you insist on sprouting these lies?"

"These aren't lies! I'm going to whoever put this in the paper and ripping their heads off, and insisting on a retraction with the truth," Harry says. "You know we aren't going to work. You know why."

"Harry! Harry darling, I don't know what's gotten into your head, but..." Ginny says. "We're getting married! Why aren't you excited!"

"Because you bought your own damn ring and tried to make it look like I proposed, and then leaked it to the papers so I'll agree. I never thought you to be that underhanded," Harry says with disgust. "You make me sick."

"Break my heart, why don't you?" Ginny says, tears now freely falling down her face. "Please, don't do this, love, I'll do anything!"

"Don't be so sentimental. This wasn't real love," Harry says with disdain. Just then, green flashes and Mrs. Weasley comes out of the fireplace.

"What's all this?" she asks. "What's the matter love?"

"Harry called off the wedding!" Ginny cries. Mrs. Weasley sighs.

"I'm sorry about that, Ginny darling," she says, turning towards Harry. "I don't know how she got out to the papers, Harry, please forgive her. I'll keep a better watch on her. You know how she is."

"I know," Harry mutters. "She was kept so well under wraps that they still think she's..."

"Of course," Mrs. Weasley says.

"I tried not to get angry, but I need this to be put straight. Draco was furious," Harry says. "He put me on the couch tonight, despite the fact we've been married for four years now. Git still gets insecure and when it hit papers..."

"I'm so sorry," Molly says, patting him on the head. "Ginny, time your medication, dear."

"No!" She screeches. "Not until Harry admits it!" She starts screaming, and Harry looks pained. After the Final Battle, they found Ginny alone, looking lost. She was hit with a spell after being fed a potion, the combination a deterioration of her mind, rendering the loss of all sanity. It caused her to "fill in the blanks" and she was often delusional about her and Harry's relationship, though never this badly to it hit the papers. A Calming Potion soothes it, making her less...but it still couldn't totally stop it.

"Ginerva Weasley!" Molly commands. "Take it!" A fat tear running down her face, she swallows the medication, laced with a Sleeping Potion. "Go back to Draco, dear. I'm sure he'll apologize." Harry sighs and gets up, hugging Molly before going to the fireplace and leaving for home.

[BREAK!]

"Harry?" Draco calls when the tinkling sound of the fireplace chimes through the Manor. "Come home yet, love?"

"Yeah," Harry says, flopping down into a chair. Draco goes over to him, rubbing his shoulder. "Just had a row with Ginny."

"Oh? And how is Miss Weasley today?" Draco asks, eyebrow arched. "Was she sorry about the headlines?"

"Not at all. As usual," Harry says. "I'm sorry, baby," he adds, turning to his husband. "I don't know how she managed to leave the Burrow."

"I know," Draco says. "And how does Mr. Potter-Malfoy feel about this predicament?"

"Mr. Potter-Malfoy is heartily sorry, and profusely hopes that Mr. Malfoy-Potter is willing to forgive him for the actions of one Miss Weasley," Harry says huskily, dragging Draco into his lap.

He smirks. "You know how to make it up to me." With that, he's dragged down into a kiss, and all thoughts of a newspaper article out the window as Harry Apparates them to the bedroom.