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Ginny Weasley lay awake in bed at one in the morning waiting for her fiancé to come home. She was getting into her first stage of worry and anger as she’d expected home hours ago and this wasn’t the first time he’d kept her waiting for so long.
She soon began to cry, angry tears falling softly on to the cream cotton sheets. She pulled the blankets up higher and snuggled down into her pillow.

It wasn’t until half an hour later that she finally heard the lock click in the front door downstairs. She heard the man that had just entered the house stumbling towards the stairs and listened quietly as he made his way upwards.

Within seconds he was entering the bedroom. Ginny hurriedly wiped her eyes and sat up.
When he saw her sitting, her fiancé spoke, “Ginny!” he mumbled, “What are you still doing awake?”

“I was waiting for you,” Ginny replied angrily, “Where have you been, Adam Lumley? You promised me you wouldn’t be late tonight.”

“I was with a colleague,” answered Adam.

“You were with a colleague? At this time of night?” said Ginny in disbelief, “Don’t lie to me!”

“When have I ever lied to you?” Adam asked as he leaned towards Ginny and tried to kiss her.

“Get off me!” she snapped, “Where were you?”

“I told you. I was with a bloody colleague.”

“No you were not!” Ginny yelled, “Stop lying to me!”

“Ginny, I love you,” Adam said, trying to kiss her again.

Ginny got a strong whiff of Firewhiskey. “You’ve been drinking!”

“I have not!” said Adam indignantly, while still trying desperately to kiss Ginny.

“You have so,” Ginny replied angrily, “You’re drunk. You’re not supposed to drink, remember?”

“I am not drunk!” said Adam, sounding as offended as he could in his current state. “I’ve been sober for five years, you know that.”

“You’ve been coming home drunk all bloody week, and then some. I’m not stupid, Adam. Get out!” she yelled, “You can sleep in the other room.”

“No,” he answered flatly.



“FINE!” Ginny screamed, “I’ll go then.”

Adam grabbed her by the wrist, “Gin,” he said, “Don’t be stupid. Stay here and go to sleep.”

“No. Either you get out or I am, but I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you tonight,” said Ginny, “Now please let go of my wrist.”

“Just go to sleep!” Adam exclaimed.

“No Adam, just piss off!” She managed to wrench her arm from his grip and stand up. She was at the door when he ran to it and blocked her way out.

“Just talk to me.”

“Why should I?” Ginny asked, angry tears beginning to fall again. “So you can lie to me some more? No thank you.”

“Ginny don’t cry. Please. I’m sorry.”

“No, Adam, you’re not bloody sorry. You say it every time and I know you don’t mean it,” she sobbed, “What’s happened to you? You’re turning into a selfish bastard.”
She tried to push him out of the way with a rough shove to his chest, but before she knew it he had slapped her across the face. She stared at him in shock for what felt to her like hours.

Adam froze. “I…Ginny, I’m so…I don’t…I don’t know w…”

Ginny reached up and felt the spot where he had struck her. “Get out of my way right now,” she said calmly, “Just move.”

He moved aside and as she turned, about to disapparate, he looked at her.
“Ginny, wait,” he said, “I love you. I’m so sorry.”
She didn’t answer but locked her gaze on to his hazel eyes for a split second before disapparating.


Before she knew it she was outside Harry’s front door. She was freezing as all she had on was a pair of long pink pyjama bottoms and a white cotton singlet; she hadn’t grabbed a dressing gown or even a jacket, and her feet were bare. Goosebumps popped up all over her body, and she mentally kicked herself for not putting anything warm on before she left. It was the beginning of another cold winter; snow was falling already and it was only mid-October. Shivering she knocked, knowing that Harry wouldn’t care about the lateness of the hour once he saw who it was.

After a few minutes she heard slow sleepy footsteps getting closer. It opened and Harry stood there wearing bottle green pyjama pants and a black dressing gown, his hair a disheveled mess.
Ginny threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.
“Er…” he said in surprise, hugging her back, “…Hi Ginny.”
She said nothing but continued to sob into his shoulder.
“Do you want to come inside?” Harry asked.
Ginny finally pulled away and nodded.

“Harry, I’m so sorry,” she said as they walked into the lounge, “but I didn’t know where else to go.”

“What’s happened?” inquired Harry, leading Ginny to the couch.

“Adam and I had an argument,” Ginny replied, sitting down.

“What about?”

“He came home late. Just five minutes ago, in fact. He was really drunk and I confronted him about it… this has been going on for almost a month.”

“Hang on, I thought he didn’t drink any more?” asked Harry.

“He’s not supposed to,” Ginny said glumly. “He gets carried away when he drinks.”

Harry suddenly noticed the red mark on her cheek.
“Did he hit you?” he asked, suddenly angry.

“He was drunk.” Ginny said almost inaudibly, “It makes him do things he wouldn’t normally do…”

“Ginny, did he hit you?” Harry repeated.

Slowly, Ginny nodded. “Yes,” she admitted, still finding it hard to believe herself, “Only once. But he’s never done it before. I expect it was just a natural reaction. I did over-react a bit…”

“Don’t you go making excuses for him, Ginny!” said Harry worriedly, his temper rising, “You deserve better. How could you defend him when he’s been treating you like crap?! He hit you. It doesn’t matter that it was only once!”

“He loves me, really,” said Ginny, “I think he’s been busy at work lately, you know. Maybe drinking relaxes him after a hard day’s work…”

“When are you going to wake up and see you can do so much better than this?” Harry demanded, “He isn’t good enough for you. How can you be with someone, be engaged to a person that makes you feel this way?! You need someone who loves you, someone who’ll worship you.”

“Harry please,” said Ginny softly, “Can’t you just sit with me? I don’t want to argue about it. Not now.”

“Ginny, I’m only arguing the point because I care about you. You’re one of my best friends,” said Harry.

“I know, and I appreciate your concern, but I can’t leave him,” Ginny replied.

“You can’t stay with him.”

Harry fell silent, but continued to glower at Ginny.
She lent forward and rested her head on his shoulder, “You’re such a good friend Harry,” she whispered.

Harry’s expression softened and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the top of her head, a habit he had picked up during the brief time they were together at Hogwarts, and hadn’t managed to get out of.
She looked up and smiled. Harry gently wiped a lone tear from the corner of her eye with his thumb.
Before she knew it he was tilting her head upwards and they were kissing. The tenderness and beauty of his kisses was something she had long since forgotten.
After what seemed like forever they broke apart and Ginny’s brown eyes locked with Harry’s brilliant green ones.
“Ginny…” whispered Harry, “…you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. You’re so beautiful. You know I’ve never stopped loving you.”

Ginny sighed and smiled; it had been a while since she had experienced this, since she’d felt truly wanted and at home.
Not knowing what to say she simply laid her head on Harry’s chest and shut her eyes contentedly. At that moment she felt happy just sitting there in silence like that, wrapped safely in his arms.
Slowly she began to fall asleep, comforted by the steady rising and falling of his chest.

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