A/N: Well, here is chapter 9!! I wanted to get it out before Christmas, so here you go! Now, a fair warning – ANGST and SADNESS are ahead of you.  This is probably one of the most depressing chapters I've ever written.  And I cried while writing it, but that's just me, and I'm weird *lol* But it really is angsty, and I thought you should be warned. I'm expecting many threats in reviews for this chapter! But at least tell me if it was well written (after you tell me that you're going to murder me when I least expect it...ha!).

I got a few flames, for last chapter...and to those sad, pathetic few (Seapooper, and someone who reviewed anonymously)...I was not hurt or upset by your reviews, and I did not feel anger towards you.  On the contraire, I actually felt sorry for you. You actually had to read all the way to chapter 8 before you decided that I have no talent and should stop writing here. For your 1 review I have 191 people who disagree with you.  So thanks...for giving me a good laugh at your pathetic-ness.  I needed that.

Disclaimer:  Check chapter 1. The song is titled "You Don't Know Me" (sound familiar?) by Jann Arden



A shrill voice pierced through my wonderful dreamland where I was with Harry, which on its own is pure bliss, and I fell out of bed, the covers following after me, and my hair billowing all in front of my face.

The door swung open and in walked Cho. She stomped into my room stopping as she looked down at me. I quickly scrambled up to meet her gaze so she couldn't pull a fast one. "Sorry. Did I wake you?" She said in a monotonous tone, her face contorting into a disgusted impression. She did not sound the least bit sorry.

I licked my lips and shrugged. "Oh no, I was just in the middle of a really long blink," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. I wasn't going to show her that I was scared...of her. I wasn't going to let her know that her stupid gift had made me cry. I was going to be strong. I had to be strong.

Cho sneered. "Well, that's nice to hear then," She said her voice dripping with disdain. It was interesting how she could be such a bimbo at times and yet at other times so scary and intimidating.

She stared at me, ever so often flicking her hair back and forth, making me want to scream and grab her hair yanking it out just so she would stop but I held back. She looked like she could stand there all night into morning with not a thing to say.

"Well...if you don't mind I'll just be going back to sleep then," I said, wanting to give her a good swift kick out the door.

"I feel sorry for you."

I stopped mid-turn for heading back to my bed, and let out a little huff of air.  Slowly, ever so slowly, I went back to facing her. "Oh?"

She smirked. "Ginny, you are so naive!" She laughed. "You have no idea what's happening around you. Clearly." She made a tutting sound with her tongue.  It was so...not like her.

"Oh? What is happening around me, then?" I asked. I was trying to act like I wasn't scared, like I wasn't thinking about that stupid diary, or anything else she did or said.

"Do you really wanna know?" She asked in this little girly voice, as though she were talking to a two-year-old.  I couldn't stand it.

I shrugged. "Now that you mention it. No!" I said imitating her tone. Putting on a huge fake grin, like I just found out that my birthday was going to be made a national holiday. I then rolled my eyes, dropped the smile and said, "I actually want to go to sleep.  What a concept." And I made to get back into bed.

"He's lying, Ginny," She said suddenly.

I turned around slowly, and licked my lips. I tried to ignore the sincerity of her tone. "Who?" I asked, even though I had a pretty good idea.

She swallowed, like this was the hardest thing she had to do in her life. "Harry.  He's lying.  It's all a lie. He-he hates you Ginny."

"You're the liar," I snapped. "He does not."

Cho folded her arms across her chest. "Oh really? I didn't think you would believe me, but maybe if you heard the whole story, it would make more sense."

I was livid. "I don't want the whole story. There is no story. There can't be."

Cho ignored me. "It was a plan. He knew you were in love with him, so I was to leave, and then he would play you - like a pawn in his game of chess - and suddenly I would come back, we'd reveal the whole plan to you, and you would be crushed. Sounds like fun, huh?" The weird thing was, she said the last sentence sarcastically. She knew it wouldn't be fun. She hadn't said it in a menacing way.

"That doesn't even make sense," I said, my voice cracking. "Why would he hate me so much?"

She shrugged. "Who knows? He said that he was sick of you being in love with him...sick of you bagging on me, and always rolling your eyes at us-"

"He would never be so cruel."

"No? But you saw that side of him. When he called you a bitch, remember? You saw what he could do."

I shook my head. "No.  Harry couldn't hate me...because before you came along, Harry and I were practically best friends. Or did he hate me then too?" I smirked. I could hardly believe I was even having this conversation with her.

"But I changed him. I turned him against you."

I didn't like being in the same room with her. "Then why was Harry so reluctant to let you back into the house if that was all part of the 'plan'?"

Cho sighed. "Well, that was where it all backfired. He actually fell in love with you, Ginny. That wasn't part of the plan. So, when I came back, I just about ruined all he had with you. But you still didn't know about the plan."

My throat had run dry. "Then why would you decide to tell me?"

"You may hate me, Ginny-"

Got that right.

"And I may hate you..." She paused. "Hell, I do hate you," She said with venom. "But Harry doesn't want me now...so why should I keep his plan a secret?" And in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

I laughed to myself, after she left. There was no way I was going to believe that load of bullocks.

I looked down at my bed. But still, I suddenly felt as though sleeping wasn't an option tonight.


I wearily walked down the stairs, trying not to trust or think about any of Cho's words.

I entered the living room, realizing how chilly it was, and threw a log onto the fire, and grabbed a match.  I hated having to do things the muggle way over break.

Soon enough a fire was crackling, and I was sitting in front of it, my knees hugged to my chest. I stared at the dancing flames, and breathed in the smell of burning wood. I closed my eyes tight, and felt moisture leak out of them.  I wasn't sure why I was crying, I was just simply aware that I was.

"Ginny?" A voice said tentatively from the other side of the room.

I turned around, wiping my face to conceal that I had been crying. I could just make out Harry's profile from the light of the fire. "Harry," I said surprised. "What you doing up?"

Harry sat down next to me. "I could ask you the same."

I took a shuddering breath. "I was just..." Just wondering if you're a complete player, and about the biggest jerk I've ever met in my entire life, is what would have been the real answer. Not giving you the benefit of the doubt, and completely not trusting you. I didn't think that would go over too well. "thinking."

Harry nodded. "I couldn't sleep."

I nodded too.

We both stared into the fire for a while, the heat warming us inside and out, and right when I said "Harry...?" at the same time he said "Ginny...?"

We both laughed, though it was a little awkwardly.

"You go first," He said.

"No, you."

He swallowed. "Okay. Ginny, I'm sorry about Cho coming back, and I know I told you already, but it's just...I know that she's ruining everything between us, and I just wanted to-" He said this all in one breath, and I had to cut him off.

"What is the story with her, Harry?" I surprised myself by the harshness of my tone. I hadn't meant to say it like that...Hell, I hadn't meant to say it, period.

"What?" Harry asked. "What do you mean?"

I had delved into it; I couldn't just leave him there. "I don't know," I said. "And that's what is driving me insane. I don't know why she's here, or what's going on, and I hate it. I hate her. You told me she had left for good.  And then..." I probably should have stopped talking, but it was the Weasley curse. Don't get me started. "And then she says something about her Grandmother?! I'm so confused right now, I don't even know where to begin. It just seems a little curious that you let her right in, and act like it's all normal.  Like nothing weird is going on."

Harry stared at me. "Well, I think you 'began' it pretty well with that."

And then he stood up.

"Harry!" I yelled out, amazed that no one else in the family had awoken to this noise. "Where are you going?"

He looked down at me, his eyes gray and cold. "Where does it look like, Ginny? I'm going to bed, okay? To bed."

Excuse me? I scrambled up, put my hands on my hips, and stood in front of him, not allowing him to get past me. He moved left, I moved left, he moved right, I moved right.

"Ginny, this is ridiculous," He said faking left then taking right, but I was too quick for him.

"No," I breathed, "It's not." I had my teeth gritted, and was glaring up at him. This reminded me of something Ron and I did when I was four and he was five. "You know what?" I said, finally. "Go." And I stopped forcing him to stay and allowed him to pass. And he did, walking straight to the stairs. "Be a coward, because Cho was right. You're just a low-down, nasty, arse who really has lied and made up some plan to-"

In a swift moment, he was right in front of my face, so quickly I hardly even saw him make his way over. I held my breath. "What the hell are you even talking about?" He hissed. The flames made him look like a dark horrible person, that didn't suit him.

"Don't act like you don't know!"

Harry cursed under his breath. "You know what Ginny, you've got such a twisted way of living.  First you're this sweet shy person, and then you're suddenly a daring, brave, and outspoken person.  Then you're back to normal, and now you're changing again! And somehow – just somehow – this is all my fault! God, I don't get you! I don't think I even want to anymore!"

"What," I spat, "are you talking about?" I could feel my face burning with fury.

"You down-right accused me of being un-truthful to you.  Don't act like you're the innocent one here. You know it was an accusation-"

"Damn straight it was!" I retorted.

Okay...so maybe that wasn't the way to go.

Harry's eyes darkened, I couldn't find the emerald in them that I was familiar with. "How could you even ask?" He spat. "How could you even think that I would lie to you? I don't know what Cho said to you. Hell, I don't care what she said.  But I do know that it was a lie."

I shook my head. "Maybe," I said. "But there's a story here. There is, and I'm going to figure it out."

He shook his head. "You're such a hypocrite."

And with that he left.

I was fuming. Head to toe. Hair to toe-nail was more like it. "What do you mean hypocrite?" I asked his retreating figure.

He turned around.  "You say that no one knows you.  You say that no one even tries, that no one knows what it's like. Well, you know what Ginny? Here's something that you don't know. Me. Because if you knew the slightest thing about me, then you would know that I wouldn't tell a lie just to get you, or get rid of you...or whatever Cho said I did."

I stared at him. I could feel the tears in my eyes and I had to turn away. And when I looked back, he was gone.

I felt the familiar feeling in my stomach, right before I lose control.

I ran to the bathroom, bent over the toilet, and felt my stomach convulse.

I sat up, reaching for toilet paper and wiped my mouth. Then I leaned my back against the wall, put a hand to my mouth, and cried, for hours, until I fell asleep.

For the first time in my life, I had gotten what I had wanted.  I had gotten the one thing that I had worked for, for what seemed like eternity.  I had gotten the one I loved.

And for the first time in my life, in a heartbeat, I had lost it all.

"You give your hand to me
And then you say hello
And I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don't know me

No you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
Longs to hold you tight
Oh I am just a friend
That's all I've ever been

Cause you don't know me

I never knew the art of making love
No my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy I let my chance go by
The chance that you might love me too

You give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away beside the lucky girl
Oh you will never know
The one who loves you so
Well you don't know me

You give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away beside the lucky girl
Oh you will never know
The one who loves you so
Cause you don't know me
Oh no you don't know me
Oh...you don't know me"



A/N: Yes, I am serious. It is the end.  I know it was horrible and angsty and....well just terrible, but like I said before, I'm pretty sure I was pissed when I wrote this *lol*.  Ah, and don't you dare worry, there will be a sequel. I promise!!!  I did have my doubts about this chapter...like would Harry and Ginny really act like that? But a friend told me that since they are in a new relationship, they both are a little insecure about each other. I also think both of them had a right to be mad at one another.  That damn Cho. 

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