Sorry this took so long but my computer crashed and I lost my 90% completed version of this chapter, which was very disheartening to try and write again because I never felt like I was getting it quite right. I'm sure anyone who has had this happen knows what I mean. Anyway thanks for sticking with this and this is officially the last chapter. :D

It was a long ride back to his flat. She hadn't really acknowledged him and he wasn't even sure if she was still properly conscious or not, so Harry was left to stew in his own thoughts as he drove the distance to his place. He didn't think he could do this much longer, being this close to what he wanted, but having it still out of his grasp was killing him.

Ginny groaned and leaned over until her head rested on his shoulder as he drove. After a moment's pause he let his hand rest lightly on her knee in a reassuring gesture. At this point he wasn't even sure which one of them he was trying to reassure, but it felt nice, almost felt real- like he was allowed to do this all the time- so he left it there. The ride seemed to go a little more quickly after that.

He was too tall to just put her arm around his shoulders and help her walk, so he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her up to the door. She didn't put up much of a fight and she was small enough that it wasn't really all that inconvenient anyway. He jostled the keys in the door, swinging it open and flipping on the lights as he felt her stirring in his arms.

He sat her down on a chair at his kitchen table while he went and got her a glass of water. When he returned, her head and arms were resting on the table. He slid the glass over to her and she glanced up at it from her resting spot, before sitting up and bringing the glass to her lips. She didn't put the glass down until it was gone, finishing it in one long swig. She placed the glass back onto the table with a slight thump and a satisfied sigh, wiping the corners of her mouth.

Harry laughed from where he stood near her,

"Did that help a little then?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him, really took him in, for the first time that night, seeming to just become aware of her surroundings. But as quickly as the surprise had come, her eyes were narrowing at him into a glare that would make her mother proud, as she pushed herself up from the table.

"You." She spat, jabbing her index finger into his chest. Or trying to. She leaned forward a bit too far and lost her balance, his hands at her shoulders the only thing keeping her upright.

She glared at him, long and hard, eyes spitting fire, as he stood there keeping her on her feet. His hands slid down from her shoulders to her waist, holding her hips steady. It was less confrontational, more intimate, more them. This is what they did after all. She watched his hands as they descended and her eyes softened, lost their fire. She stared at his hands for a long moment, as if not comprehending and then slowly turned away, pulling her body lightly out of his grasp

"I can't do this anymore." She whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. She didn't meet his eyes as she sank to the floor, pulling her knees up under her chin. The flat was silent and all Harry could do was stare, stare at the broken form of the girl he loved as she quietly cried. He could practically hear the little splashes as the moisture hit the wood floor.

He sat down next to her; legs stretched out on the wood floor, and hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder. She stilled but did not look up right away.

When she finally looked up, her eyes were bright and slightly unfocused,

"I can't do this anymore, Harry. I just can't." she said, still whispering.

He sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "Me neither." He whispered this too; somehow talking in normal voices would make this much too real.

"You can't do this anymore?" She asked incredulously, the pitch of her voice reaching a hysterical note. "What part of this doesn't work for you?" her voice starting to shake with anger, "What more could you possibly want?"

She sat up on her knees hovering over him, hair glinting like wildfire, beautiful and frightening all at once.

Harry stared at her bewildered, as she shoved him, hard, so he was now only propped up by his elbows, in an awkward half sitting half laying position, with Ginny now straddling his middle.

"Finally gotten bored of me?" She asked as she placed open mouthed kisses at the base of his throat, using more teeth than necessary.

"The sex not good enough for you?" She said as she ground her hips into his, and in any other situation Harry would have groaned in appreciation.

She gave a strangled half laugh, her next words coming out rather hysterical, "Is 'no-strings-attached' getting too serious for you?"

At these words, Harry broke out of his stupor and looked at her hard, "That arrangement was your decision, not mine." He said in a low voice.

"My decision?" she whispered, a look of incredulity on her face. "It was my decision that once I finally got the guts up to kiss you, that you were disgusted when you woke up next to me in the morning? My decision to kick myself out of your place?"

"I didn't..." He started, but Ginny cut him off.

"Oh no, of course you didn't say it. You never say anything; perfectly polite Harry Potter." She said scornfully, "But I could see it, that look in your eyes that said, 'please hurry up and leave so I can go vomit over what a huge mistake I just made'."

He looked at her incredulously,

"It wasn't because of you, or because I hadn't liked it, but Jesus, Ginny, you're my best friend's little sister! Waking up in MY BED. He would KILL me if he found out! And then I thought about you; what would you think of me now? Would you think I had used you? How could I ever look your family in the eye?"

"So I became the mistake you just kept making." She said interjected in a quiet, defeated voice. Not a question but a statement.

Harry moved her from his waist back to the kitchen floor, kneeling right in front of her, forcing her to meet his eyes. His hand reached out to gently tuck the curtain of hair hiding her face back behind her ear. She unconsciously leaned into his touch, the side of her face resting in his warm palm.

"Ginny, you can't possibly believe that." He whispered, a gentle reprimand.

She looked up at him, the fight gone out of her, treacherous hope flooding her consciousness.

"I thought all that was what you wanted." He said earnestly, "I didn't want to scare you off with commitments and feelings, and scary words like dating and girlfriend," he continued with a small smile.

She let out a strangled little laugh, easing the tension in the room.

"Don't you know you're everything to me?" He said gently, "That every night we have, I hope beyond words that by some strange miracle you'll still be there in the morning?"

His green eyes stared into hers, as tears silently brimmed over and made little tracks down her face. His rough thumb tenderly stroked away the tears while her face still rested in his palm.

"Don't you know that I'm in love with you?" He whispered.

The morning came, with a throbbing in her head, as Ginny squeezed her eyes shut tight trying to block out the unmistakably bright rays of sunlight. She took in a deep breath and her senses were filled with the one scent she would never forget. Harry. As she lay there, trying to get her bearings, she felt a warm body pressed up against her, the comfortable weight of an arm around her waist, and fingers gently running through her hair. Suddenly her head didn't really hurt all that bad anymore.

"I thought you'd never wake up." A low voice murmured into her ear.

"Mmmm…" she mumbled into the pillow as Harry continued to place soft kisses down her neck. She smiled into the pillow as his soft lips brushed against her skin. She could get used to this.

"I had the best dream last night."

"Oh, yeah?" he murmured into her skin, rolling her onto her back so he could reach more of her neck.

She got her first glimpse of him that morning, hair tousled, glasses already back on and bare-chested, and she couldn't help but grin into his lips as he placed light kisses all over her mouth as well.

"The best." She murmured into his lips.

He grinned down at her roguishly and said, "Well how can I beat that?"

"Mmmm…" She said, fingers lacing through his messy black hair, pulling his mouth down to meet hers. "You're off to a pretty good start."

Alright well thats it. :) I have class really early tomorrow and its getting late to the point that I can't think of anything better to say, so, thank you to everyone who has favorited/alerted/reviewed and given me such positive feedback, I hope you liked it and sorry for the delay. :)