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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

I feel your knife as is goes right in

Cut to my core but I'm not bleeding

All that you say tryin' to make me small

Well the bigger you get, the harder you fall

Birdy - Words As Weapons

Ginny Weasley-Potter had always thought that she was a strong woman. She had grown up between a bunch of brothers, and her mother was tough herself; Molly Weasley was the kind of woman that she had wanted to become, even when she was still a young girl.

But there was something about her mother that she didn't want to see herself turn into: a housewife. She had reluctantly agreed to become one when James was born, a year and six months earlier. She had even quitted her job to look after her son. Not that her job was exciting, but it was still something that helped her to keep her mind busy while Harry was travelling for his own career.

During this year spent alongside James, she had felt that something was slightly different in her life, something was odd. It wasn't the kind of life that she wanted to have, far from it. When she had married Harry, she had thought that she could have everything: the whole package. The fame, the money, the house, the career and the family that Harry had asked her to build with him. At 25-year-old, she had pretty much everything; everything except the career.

And now, while she sat in front of her husband, she realised that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't have everything. While she was trying to have the career, the only thing that she needed to have everything, Harry was thinking about taking the others things from her, to put what she had consciously built in the trashcan.

Ginny took a deep breath, trying to ignore the tears that were threatening to overwhelm her since the moment when Harry had said that he wanted to break up with her, and looked down at her shaking hands. He couldn't; Harry couldn't take everything from her. He couldn't say that he didn't want to be with her anymore, because they were meant for each other. Wasn't it what he had said when they had won the War? Hadn't he kissed her to show her how important she was in his life? Wasn't James a proof enough of her love for him?

She swallowed to make the ball in her throat disappear, but it wasn't enough and she had to cough several times in order to find her voice again.

"Is there someone else?" she asked in an unsure voice, not daring to look up to meet the green eyes of her husband. All that she could see, all that she wanted to see was her wedding ring, the same one that Harry had given her with a huge smile a few years earlier, in front of her whole family and their relatives.

Ginny didn't notice the moment of hesitation of Harry.

"No," he said in a soft voice, as if he didn't want to hurt her any longer.

"So how can you do something like that to me?" she asked, finally founding the courage to look up at him. "How can you tear our family apart without even trying to repair our relationship?"

"I've thought about it; about giving us another chance, about trying to deal with this year without you. Do you know how many time I say to myself that I should just forget about my feelings and put our family first? Do you have any idea about how lost I was when you left just ten minutes after saying that you would not be here for the year to come?" Harry whispered, and Ginny noticed the pain in the bottom of his eyes. "If there was a way to make things better between us, be sure that I'd say it out loud. But from where I stand, there is no way for us to come back to where we were before all of this happened."

"But you used to love me," she retorted. "You cannot fall out of love with someone in three months, Harry, you cannot decide that you don't want to be with your wife anymore without giving her a chance to explain herself...," she concluded, her bright brown eyes shinning with tears.

"You explained yourself so many times that I can't even count them anymore. And all that I can remember about your explanations is that you are definitely not in love with me, Ginny."

"But I love you!," she shouted out, desperately frowning. "I love you, and I love James, and I don't want him to grow up without his parents by his side."

"Don't bring James into this equation; we'll have plenty of time to discuss about him later," Harry warned her, knowing that Ginny would try to attack him on one of his weakness: his son. "This is about us, Ginny; this is about the fact that I can't live with you anymore, not after everything that happened, not after everything that you've said in your letters..."

"They are just letters," she dismissed with a wave of hand. "I agree that, sometimes, I can be selfish or whatever you want me to be, but don't say that I don't love you. All that I've ever wanted since I am – God, since I am eleven-year-old, can you imagine? All I've ever wanted was to be with you, to be hand in hand with you, to show to the world that I was yours and you were mine," she concluded, her voice shaking as hard as her hands right now.

"Do you even hear yourself, Ginny?" Harry asked, incomprehension all over his face. "Do you even realise that all that you've ever wanted was to have your fair share of celebrity? This was you really desire, and I don't blame you for this; I blame you for trying to hide this desire and to act like you truly care about me."

"You are the one who don't care about my desires," she suddenly said, her lips pursed into a thin line. "You just think that I'm going to sit here in this house like my mum did, nursing your babies and all?"

Harry saw the moment when Ginny's pain and sadness turned into true anger. He saw the moment when she stopped trying to explain herself and instead, wanted to hurt him back, to hurt him just like he had hurt her.

"Is that what you think, Harry?," she repeated in a much louder voice. "Because guess what: this is not going to happen. I don't plan to finish like my mum, like a housewife with plenty of dreams unsatisfied. I am a strong woman, Harry, and I thought that you knew it. But instead, you were just trying to find a replacement to your mum, weren't you?"

"Stop this nonsense, Ginny," he asked her politely, despite the fact that he didn't find her last sentence appropriate.

"Just admit it, for Merlin's sake," Ginny continued. "You are just terrified by the fact of being alone, terrified by the simple idea of being abandoned just for a few months."

Harry got up from the couch where they were seated, his fists clenched. He headed toward the kitchen counter and lean on it, his head slightly bent. He didn't answer anything to this sucker punch. His family... This was his weakness, and Ginny knew it perfectly well. How many times had he confided in her, telling her every fear that he had about losing someone close because it reminded her about his late parents?

"But I don't plan to leave forever like your parents did, Harry. And yet, you are throwing it in my face as if I did something unforgivable."

"Don't you dare talk about them," Harry whispered, not knowing if his voice could be hear from where he was.

"I am here now," Ginny continued, not paying attention to what he said, her voice full of assurance. "We can go through this together."

Harry breathed heavily, feeling his chest moving at each inspiration, and when Ginny walked toward him and put her hand onto his arm, he freed himself from her embrace in a second, his jaw clenched. His green eyes were full of contained anger, anger that he wasn't sure he could control.

"We can't go through this together," Harry echoed her, emphasising every word. "What you've just said to me... I've never thought that you could do something so low."

Ginny shook her head out of incomprehension.

"It's not like I said something that both of us didn't know," she spat bitterly, with no longer a sign of tear into her brown eyes.

"You're right," Harry admitted. "We both know my tendency to be affected to people's departure. I am not going to deny it. But I thought that you were clever enough not to throw it in my face, like you said before."

"You're not twelve anymore, Harry, you need to face your fears," she retorted, visibly not impressed by what her husband had just said.

"Yes, I'm not twelve anymore, I can take my own decisions. And that's the reason why I am going to tell you to leave this place, tonight. I'm sure that Molly will be more than happy to see her prodigal daughter."

"This is my house too," Ginny swiftly said, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I know. But as far as I am concerned, I bought this house with the galleons that my dead parents who had abandoned me gave me," Harry grinned wickedly. "So please, you know where the door is."

"I am not going to leave James here," she continued, desperately seeking for a reason to stay in the house that they had shared since the beginning of their marriage.

"James is currently sleeping, so I wouldn't dare to wake him up if I were you. If your son is important to your eyes as much as you are saying, you know that the better thing for you to do is to leave him here, at least for tonight."

Ginny took a step back, before looking around to see where her suitcase were. Before heading to the entrance door, she turned around to Harry.

"We're not over yet," she muttered, trying to have a reaction from her husband.

The only thing that Harry said got the point across.

"Goodbye, Ginny."

When she left, slamming the door behind her, Harry served himself a glass of wine, with just one idea into his mind.

Why hadn't he done this sooner?

This is a short chapter, but it is an important one, as you can all imagine. I hope that I don't bother you with all of these updates. ;)

Sorry for not having the time to answer you this time - again. When I got back from work, I started to write this chapter right away because it didn't want to leave me in peace. Thank you for your reviews for the last chapter! I hope that this chapter was good enough, and that you are waiting for some Harmony interactions in the future. :)

See you soon.