DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, I just barrow them from time to time. I hope the brilliant J.K. Rowling doesn't mind too much. ;)

A/N: Where did this come from? Oh, well...I had to write it. Just had to. :) Hope you like it! Little Harry/Ginny drabble set just after the war. Harry goes to find Ginny, and sees her in the common room...

Inspired by: Fall to Pieces by Avril Lavigne

I don't wanna fall to pieces,
I just wanna sit and stare at you,
And I don't wanna talk about it.
I don't want a conversation,
I just wanna cry in front of you,
I don't wanna talk about it,
'Cause I'm in love with you...

When I come undone,
You bring me back again.
Back under the stars,
Back into your arms...

Wanna know who you are,
Wanna know where to start,
I wanna know what this means!
Wanna know how you feel,
Wanna know what is real,
I wanna know everything,
Everything!

Her hair glistens a golden-red in the dim, flickering light of the fire, and don't feel compelled to announce my presence yet. She's peaceful for now, and seems to have cried herself out. The second she sees me, she'll do one of two things: Cry, or hex me. This I'm sure of.

I'd rather she hexes me.

I'd deserve it.

And I don't want to see her cry. I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen tears in those chocolate-brown eyes, and I'm not willing to be the cause of it...again.

I can't get her scream out of my head.

"Harry! HARRY!"

I sag against the wall and sink to the floor, still under my Invisibility cloak, and the sobs I've been pushing back for hours come - finally.

My eyes well up, and I choke back the cry of emotional agony that aches to be ripped from my throat.

Ginny stands suddenly, and her gaze sweeps the room. I prepare to stand and reveal myself, but am too surprised to react when she takes a hesitant step in my direction. I shift uneasily. I'd gotten the impression she knew I was there earlier, walking into the forest...does she now?

She falls to her knees in front of me and reaches up. Her hand touches my face, and I close my eyes.

"Harry..."

She breathes my name, no more than a sigh on her perfect lips.

Her fingers curl around the silvery fabric, and the Cloak falls around my feet.

We say nothing. She embraces me, and we cry.