Hello everyone!

This is a one shot I just recently thought up!! It's a Harry/Ginny ship, and takes place during the summer between 6th and 7th year...I wrote this before Deathly Hollows, so if it doesn't correspond with the new book, I'm quite sorry

Hope you like it!

Much love
.:Adrienne:.

“Ginny, come on! Just let me talk to you!” Harry followed her upstairs, past Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ron, Hermione, Tonks, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and at least six other people, who were watching the pair, half amused and half curious.

It had started at dinner time when Harry had made some stupid comment that set Ginny off. The fight between the two escalated until Ginny was so angry she threw a fork at Harry’s face before storming out of the kitchen, screaming, “Things were so much easier when you weren’t such an enormous git who completely withdrew himself from the rest of the natural world!”

Harry had followed her into the living room. “What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it’s supposed to mean, Harry James Potter! You won’t talk to anyone! You won’t even look at me! All I want to do is talk to you, but apparently that’s not possible when it concerns Mr. ‘My-World-Is-Collapsing-Around-Me-Because-My-Friends-Actually-Want-To-Help-Me-With-The-Task-That-Has-Become-My-Sole-Purpose-In-Life!’” Ginny hurled a pillow from a nearby sofa at Harry and made her way to the front door, where she threw it open and proceeded to go outside, causing Harry, because it was December, to be blasted with an icy burst of 20 degree wind.

“What are you on about?” Harry asked, frustrated. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset with me all of a sudden.”

“Well maybe you should figure it out!” Ginny shrieked, walking around to the back of the house. “And for Merlin’s sake, quit following me!”

“Ginny, I just want to figure out what’s going on in your head.” Harry said hoarsely, following her despite her protests. “Talk to me.”

“I’ve been TRYING to talk to you, you arrogant jerk!” She said angrily. “But you won’t LISTEN, you pompous, unfeeling, irrational, over-dramatic—“

“Ginny, I get it. You’re mad at me.”

“OH, YOU GET IT NOW, DO YOU? AFTER TWO AND A HALF MONTHS, YOU FINALLY UNDERSTAND? TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, DON’T YOU THINK?”

Harry ducked a well-aimed Bat-Bogey Hex that was surely created just for him. With that last, loud statement, Ginny flung open the back door and stalked into the kitchen, which brings us back to where we began. Harry followed her in the house and up the stairs, past Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ron, Hermione, Tonks, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and at least six other people, who were watching the pair, half amused and half curious, listening as Harry said, “Ginny, come on! Just let me talk to you!”

“No!” She slammed her door closed with a resounding tone. “Just stay away from me, you gigantic prat.”

“Gin, open the door.” Harry knocked softly. “Please let me talk to you.”

Ginny was silent.

“Why are you so angry with me?”

“Because you won’t talk to me, won’t even meet my eyes anymore. Because you can’t accept the fact that Hermione and Ron want to help you. Because you’re withdrawn and are such a drama queen about doing everything on your own. Because you always have to be so damn heroic. But mostly…”

She trailed off.

“Gin?” Harry prodded. The door clicked open and she let him come in. Harry looked for evidence of tears on her face. There were none. She was the same stubborn, strong, and fiery Ginny Weasley he’d always known.

She stepped aside as he entered, tripping on one of Fred and George’s newest inventions, a bag of Veritaserum pills, which, when given to the consumer, made them spew out the truth as fast as they could. Harry saw her trip and reached out to catch her and steady her, but she seemed to push him away and break her own fall, falling to the ground and landing in quite an awkward position.

Harry stooped down quickly and helped her up. “Gin, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She said stonily.

“Why didn’t you let me catch you?”

“Because I didn’t know if you were going to actually come through for me and catch me!” She said angrily.

“What do you mean?” Harry said. “Why would I not come through for you?”

“Because sometimes you mean to do things for me, but you get distracted by the human race. They always seem to captivate your attention more than I do. If they need you, you come running. If I need you, I usually have a fifty percent chance of you being there for me.”

“Give me one GOOD example of when I’ve not been there for you.” Harry snapped, sick of being patronized and made to feel like a little boy doing something wrong.

“How about the end of school last year?” Ginny asked. “When you made me fall in love with you and then dumped me because you…I don’t know, you felt that you needed to protect me…that I couldn’t protect myself because I’m not the first year girl you rescued in the Chamber of Secrets when you were twelve. Did you know that I needed you the most right then and there, and you abandoned me? Did that even run through your puffed up head?”

“Gin—“

“Don’t ‘Gin’ me, Harry Potter! I’m not going to stand here and let you tell me that you only did it because you loved me so much, and you needed to know that I was safe! That’s not how it works with us, Harry. We’re both too stubborn to act like that! You should know that by now.”

“Ginny, I’m sorry.”

“You should know that a simple sorry isn’t going to do much, either, Harry. The only thing that’s going to work is if you go away and don’t ever come near me again. Take your heroic self to some girl who needs to be rescued, and is a complete pushover, and will do whatever you want even if it means hurting herself. Because that isn’t me. Relationships are give and take, Harry, and being in love with you means that I get to take a little. I’ll give you everything except the satisfaction of knowing I’m at home, acting like a completely useless lump, while you’re off fighting the Dark Lord.” Ginny took a deep breath and finally said, “You need to go now.”

“No, I bloody well don’t.” Harry said firmly. “I need to say something.”

“You can say it in the hallway.”

“No, I can’t. I love you, Ginny. And words like that aren’t meant to be said in a hallway.”

“Harry.” Ginny sighed. “I know you love me. I know that. Hermione knows that. Ron knows that. Bill and Charlie and Fred and George and Mum and Dad know that. For Merlin’s sake, Crookshanks probably knows it by now. We all know. But you aren’t acting like it. That’s why I’m so angry. Don’t you get it?”

“No.” Harry said simply. “But I don’t care. I love you, and I’m not going to stand here and let you get away because I’m a prat.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, holding her tightly in his arms, and rocked her there for a moment, before looking down at the top of her head. “You know, Gin, as appealing as the top of your head is, I’d rather kiss you somewhere else.”

Ginny looked up at his jade green eyes, her own sparkling mischievously. “Then just where would you like to kiss me, Mr. I’m-Just-So-Damn-Cute-That-I-Can-Make-My-Ex-Girlfriend-Fall-Back-In-Love-With-Me-By-Saying-Three-Sentences?”

“For starters,” Harry replied, “I think I’ll start here.” He leaned down and met her lips with his own, unhurried and protective.

“That sounds good.” Ginny said breathlessly after the kiss ended. “I can work with that.”

“Good.” Harry laughed. “And by the way, I thought I was Mr. My-World-Is-Collapsing-Around-Me-Because-My-Friends-Actually-Want-To-Help-Me-With-The-Task-That-Has-Become-My-Sole-Purpose-In-Life.”

“You got a name change.” Ginny said, smirking. “Come on, we’d better go downstairs, or Mum’s going to get suspicious. And then she’ll send Fred and George upstairs to find us, and God knows how terribly that’ll end.”

“Agreed.” Harry took her hand and together, they walked downstairs.