Authors Note: Yeah, I know. I really should be working on Rain Check, or Detectives Would Ride, or any number of other stories I'm in the middle of writing. But hey, since when did I do the things I was supposed to do? ;) R&R!

Disclaimer: If this was mine...I wouldn't be living in Podunk USA.

The fire licked at the parchment, effectively destroying the harsh words inscribed on the offending paper. Ginny watched it curl and burn, falling away as ash while she held it by the corner. Glaring at it, she dropped the still burning scroll into a water pitcher.

The dormitory for sixth year girls was dimly lit, and silent, the other inhabitants of the room at dinner. Five four poster beds were situated around the room, all neatly made, curtains hanging limply at the ends of the beds. Several pictures were pinned to the walls, many of them moving, waving and smiling.

Ginny was sitting in the middle of the room, on a large circular throw rug, surrounded by her bag, the contents strewn out around her. Books, quills, parchment, inkbottles, her wand, dragon hide gloves, a few trick trinkets from her brothers, Fred and George. The water pitcher sat in front of her, gleaming dull silver in the failing light. Smoke curled out of the top, and the water inside was transformed into a murky gray from the ash.

Sighing, she glared at the pitcher again. Burning the letter, while satisfying, had not done her any good. The lines that were important in it were seared into her mind, and no matter what she did, they would not leave her be. She closed her eyes, and the letter came to mind, a scrawling vision in her mothers handwriting.

Virginia,

I have the most wonderful news, my darling! Harry's going to propose! At the end of the year, isn't it wonderful, dear? Now, don't tell him I told you, darling. He'd never trust your old mum with a secret again! Best you make yourself available to him, keep your free time open!

You're father's…

Ginny began grabbing her books and stuffing them back in her bag. Soon, the floor was cleared of everything except the pitcher, which she suddenly grinned at. After dumping her bag onto her bed, she picked up the heavy pitcher with Quidditch trained muscles and set it back where she'd gotten it. To say the least, she'd enjoy watching the other sixth years splutter when they realized what they were drinking.

She glanced at the clock, which sat ticking persistently at Clayr's bedside table. Only a quarter past seven. She had at least fifteen minutes to herself before the Gryffindor's began filing back in.

Ginny shuddered at the thought of Clayr, Ophelia, Ryelle, and Lona all twittering about what she'd done to the water. She escaped to the bathroom, leaving her thoughts of her dorm mates in the middle of the room.

She rested her hands on the edge of the counter, leaning on it as she looked into the mirror. Her red hair was pulled back in a bun, and her bangs fell just to the sides of her chocolate eyes. Freckles dotted across her small nose, which rested above her small full lips. Her chin was pointed, but her face was heart shaped. She was skinny, bordering on scrawny. The only part of her that really wasn't scrawny was her chest, which was straining against the plain white button up shirt she wore. She wore the traditional Hogwarts uniform, a mid thigh length pleated skirt, plain white socks, and Mary Janes. Her robe lay discarded on her bed.

She sighed, turning on the water to cold, and splashing some on her face. Running her hands over her hair, she smiled as the formerly bright red locks were dark. It glittered in the light as she moved, and she shut off the water, leaving the bathroom.

She didn't want to marry Harry. In fact, she was sick of dating him. He was so…clingy, and in public, too! He was always the good guy, surrounded by throngs of women, and she watched from the back of the pack, knowing that he was hers to command. It was a nice feeling, but she was sick of it.

He was so perfect; he had the perfect smile, his glasses made him look cute, his messy hair made him gorgeous. He had a nice body, his chest hard and compact. Not to mention the bum! It was perfect, but so was the rest of him.

Grabbing her wand, she left the dormitory, escaping Gryffindor Tower just as the first from dinner returned. She couldn't stand Harry anymore. She heard footsteps around the corner, and voices.

"Speak of the devil." She muttered as Harry, Ron and Hermione rounded the corner.

Hermione's face brightened, "Oh, Ginny! We were just talking about you. It's your birthday in three weeks, right?"

Ginny nodded, "Yeah, seventeen."

"That's brill, Gin." Harry said, grinning. "We were just wondering what to get you."

Ron nodded, "Didn't you say something about a new broom?"

Ginny nodded again, "And full Quidditch armor. My old stuff's falling apart."

The Trio nodded again, all wearing grins. Ginny forced a grin onto her own face and made to move past them. Harry caught her around the waist, stalling her movement, "I need to talk to you."

Ron and Hermione were suddenly gone, leaving Harry and Ginny alone in the hallway. Ginny braced herself against Harry's finely muscled arm. She turned too face him, placing her hands on his chest to hold herself up. Sure, she was sick of him, tired of his always being perfect, but physical attraction was hard to fight.

"Missed you at dinner tonight." Harry said quietly, taking her hand and leading her to a unused classroom. Ginny shrugged, fighting down a thrill. This was the side of Harry that only she knew. The quiet, intense Harry, the one that made her want to lay him down and shag him senseless.

"Where were you?" He shut the door behind them, turning to look at her.

"In my room, playing with fire."

He smiled softly, it was a predator's smile, and she was the prey, at least for tonight. "I always knew you had a kinky streak, Gin."

She flashed him a forced smile of her own, and he began to advance, backing her up into the wall. She bit her lip as he began to kiss her neck, and she leaned her head back against the wall. "Harry…"

Harry pushed down the neck of her shirt so he could reach her collarbone, pressing up against her. A small gasp escaped her, and she snapped shut her eyes. "Harry…it's over."

Harry pulled back from her, a frown furrowing his brow, "What?"

Ginny looked up, "It's over, Harry. Us, we're through."

Harry blinked, then shrugged nonchalantly, "Whatever you say, Gin."

Her jaw dropped, "You mean, that's it? You're just going to let me walk away from this classroom without a backwards glance?"

He shrugged again, "If that's what you want." He gave her a considering look, green eyes dark behind his glasses, "Besides, we both know you'll be back tomorrow."

Ginny's eyes narrowed, and her fingers twitched, itching to pull her wand down from her sleeve and hex him into oblivion. You just wait, Harry Potter. She thought vengefully, turning without another word and storming from the room. Slamming the door behind her, she hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. You just wait.