Chapter 6- Fight to Love

I know, I'm updating quick but the ideas are just flowing! You know the drill; I own nothing and sorry for mistakes. I think this is a bit more sided to Harry but hey-ho its drama! This one's a bit more soppy. Hope you enjoy this chapter and please review. Thanks.

It had been just over four months since Ginny had kissed Dean on the Quiddich pitch after try outs and it had been in them four months that Harry had slowly felt his heart crack a bit more when he saw them together. Everywhere he went, they were there. Whether it was holding hands in the corridor or snogging in the pub, he would feel a piece of himself go missing. He still didn't know why he was feeling this way; he just put it down to brotherly love. Until that night…

Harry was sitting in the common room, on one of the plush, red sofas in front of the slowly dying fire that was giving off a homely glow of light and warmth. It was about half past eleven in the evening and all the other Gryffindor's, or so he thought, were fast asleep in their beds. He had gone to bed early after a long day of Quiddich practice and detention but had once again, woken up from another dreadful nightmare about the death of Sirius/Ginny. He had come down stairs to clear his mind as the fire often helped him to regain his train of positive thoughts.

He was staring into the glowing embers of the dwindling fire when he had heard the Fat lady swing open and someone entering the portrait hole. He could hear a faint sobbing come from the entrance and stood up to investigate.

He looked at the portrait whole and none other than Ginny Weasley had walked in. She was much paler than usual, even in the glow of the fire. Her eyes were swollen and red while cheeks were stained with tears that she quickly wiped away with her dainty hand as soon as she saw the standing figure of Harry. Harry had never seen her as this fragile before, she was always a strong girl. He suddenly felt an urge of protectiveness.

"Oh…um…sorry Harry if I disturbed you. I'll just go," Ginny whispered but before she could, Harry walked hastily over to her and grabbed her gently by the wrist so she couldn't go any further. As he did this, she pulled her hand straight back, her face screwed up in pain.

"What is it Gin," Harry asked as she shook her head.

He had always called her Gin. She never let anyone else use that name for her. It brought her comfort whenever he said it.

He grabbed her arm gently again and slowly rolled up the baggy sleeve of her school jumper on her right arm. Harry gasped in horror at what he saw. Her wrist was all different shades of blue and purple as a large bruise ringed around her limp wrist.

"Gin, what the hell happened?" Harry exclaimed as he guided her toward the seat where he had been sitting only moments ago. She flopped down uselessly on the seat and once again, wiped away a fresh lot of tears that were burning in her amber eyes that seemed to have a golden glow in the light of the dying fire.

"Me and Dean…we…we had a fight," She sniffed as if not wanting to believe it. At that moment, Harry shot up from where he had been kneeling on the floor in front of her.

"Did Dean do this?" Harry practically yelled, the anger bubbling inside his body like an overheated potion in a tightly concealed cauldron.

"No…" Ginny whispered, slightly shocked by Harry's outburst. "Um…I did," She mumbled as Harry went back to his position on the soft, carpeted floor.

"Oh good because he would- wait what?" Harry said with confusion etched all across his clear, boyish features.

"Well, he was being such and idiot and I got so angry with him that…I punched him. He's down the hospital wing now with a bloody nose. He had ducked just after I had hit his nose and my hand hit the wall and bent backwards." Ginny explained as Harry failed to suppress a chuckle earning him an evil glare from Ginny who then began to giggle with him.

Just as this had happened, a very angry looking Dean walked in, examining his nose which seemed slightly out of shape. As soon as they noticed him walk in, Ginny leapt up at lightning speed, knock Harry backwards on the floor who soon jumped up and stood slightly behind her.

"Dean, it's not what it looked like!" Ginny gasped, still holding her own wrist.

He just shook his head and headed up to the 6th years boy dormitories.

To anyone who had walked in on that moment, they would have witnessed, what looked like a very loving scene. That's because it was although it wasn't meant to be.

Ginny was overcome with all sorts of emotions as she felt her knee's collapse and her legs hit the floor as she broke down onto the small rug beside the fire. Harry walked slowly over her and hugged her tight, letting her pour her heart out on to his shoulder as he gently rocked her back a forth; wishing he could take all her pain away.