It took months for everything to go back to normal. There were many whispered sorry's and many loud arguments between Harry and Ginny before both decided they could let go of the argument.

During this period the house was frozen. Cold and bitter. Harry and Ginny had an off and on the relationship. There would be days where everything was perfect and normal. But then something would come up.

See, they had made an unspoken promise to each other. When something the other was doing bothered the other. They had to speak up. These small tidbits of annoyance spiraled into full on debates.

There was screaming and tears. Wands were forgotten and words were spat out. Words that one could never take back. Ever.

It became normal for Ron and Hermione to show up and the Burrow. Any time of day. It was random, there was no pattern. But after three weeks of spontaneous visits, Molly no longer questioned the pair when she stumbled upon them talking in the kitchen.

It was August fifth, it had been a wonderful time during and after Harry's birthday, no fights, everything was perfect. Ginny's birthday is in six days, then it happened. The worst fight Harry and Ginny ever had. And it started over the fact that Harry shouldn't be able to go out and risk his life for others when he can't even keep his home life together.

Ginny's words.

That was the day Ginny threw a dish. If Harry hadn't ducked it would have hit his head and knocked him unconscious. The plate shattered against the wall. And both voices stopped. The sound of the breaking glass echoed across the room.

Harry's mouth hung open. And he looked at Ginny shocked. She didn't even bother to pick up the glass before walking quickly from the kitchen and retreating into her bedroom. As she was running out she put her hand on the side of her face so she couldn't see Harry's expression.

Harry didn't pick up the glass either. He also stomped up to his room and started crashing around searching for objects.

Each one too stubborn to talk to the other they paced their rooms regretting their words.

Ginny felt terrible, she had to make this right. It could not go on like this.

Opening her door she took a step before her foot hit a small shoebox.

Removing her foot she started down at it dazed. Sliding down the wall she took the box and pulled it into her examining the contents.

Her purple lace "shirt", a small bottle of her body spray. A bracelet she had led on his desk. The little butterfly drawings they had made in a one-day painting class they took in the last summer. The Holyhead Harpies chest crest that Harry had pinned to his wall. And there it was the picture.

It was a wonderful day trip. In early June they went to the beach for a picnic. After Hermione begged for weeks.

Ginny had run into the water. She was splashing around, soaking wet in her clothes calling the others in.

"There is no way in hell I'm going into that freezing water!" Harry said shaking his head.

"C'MON! IS FUN!" Ginny called back.

Harry walked to the shore and beckoned Ginny back to the dry land. She ran up to him and grabbed his hand. Stumbling he fell and soaked his front.

"FUCK! It's cold in here!" He yelped instantly shivering.

"Well you're in the water now, aren't you?" Ginny said laughing. "You might as well come to SWIMMING with me!" She called splashing her hands in the water.

They both ran out and started running around and pushing each other down. It took ages for Hermione to call then to shore. Soaking wet and clothes clinging to their bodies the pair let motherly Hermione wrap the picnic blanket around them. Pushing the hair that was clinging to their faces, Harry and Ginny's lips met and entangled in a sweet kiss.

They held each other close and touched the tips of their noses. Laughing they held each other cheeks and smiled while leaning into each other's embrace. Before kissing once more Home snapped a photo of the moment of pure joy.

Hermione herself was very happy about the Polaroid camera she had bought and enchanted to make moving photos. Hermioen used it at any chance she got.

The picture was at the bottom of the box.

The picture was moving, Ginny could almost feel the rocks under her feet, the warmth of Harry's hands, and smell the salt coming from the sea.

Then she realized what the box meant. Harry was giving these back, he didn't want them anymore. Slamming the items back in the box Ginn threw it on her bed and started tearing her own room apart.

Three of his sweatshirts, ticket stubs to the amusement park. His Gryffindor tie, and their muggle photo booth pictures, and a rock from the once destroyed Gryffindor tower.

She took a fabric beach bag and dropped everything in.

Tears were burning in her eyes as she took these items from her wall, closet, and desk. She rushed up the stairs rage and hurt fueling her actions. She wanted to knock on his door and throw the bag at him.

She crashed into something and a dizzying flash of pain came across her vision. She hit her head.

"Ow! What the fuck!?" Harry cried. Ginny looked up holding her own head to see Harry leaning against the wall.

He had both his hands pressed against his forehead just above his eye.

Harry took his hand away and saw blood on his fingertips. Lots of blood. Gasping Ginny started breathing heavily. She grabbed the banister and tried not to faint. She never handled blood well, and her head was pulsing from crashing into Harry's.

Regaining her senses she dropped the bag and rushed over to him.

"Oh God! Harry I'm so sorry! Where's Hermione? HERMIONE!" Ginny screamed holding Harry's shoulder desperately trying to comfort him.

"They've been leaving, " Harry groaned. "They started leaving whenever we start arguing." He said shifting uncomfortably still holding his face.

"Stay here!" She cried unsteadily. Rushing down the stairs Harry could hear her rummaging around their bathroom.

"I'm not going anywhere." He muttered.

She came flying back up the stairs with a large plastic box and cup of water and multiple washcloths.

"Let me see." She said gently pulling Harry's hand away.

The cut was from the top of his eyebrow arch to just above his eyelid. It was bleeding heavily. Ginny had to hold back her gag. Shivering she dipped one of the clothes in the water. Wiping the blood away she tried to grab a bandaid.

The blood was flowing steadily. Going faster than Ginny could wipe it away.

"Oh, God." She mumbled. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't open the bandaid.

Harry was wincing and had his jaw clenched. His eyes were squinted and be watched Ginny try to open the packaging.

"Not that kind." He grimaced. "You need to use the thin white one. It holds the skin together." Wincing he strained not the put his hand again his face again.

"Fuck this hurts!" He yelled punching the floor with his fist.

"I'm trying. I'm so sorry Harry!" Ginny cried trying to hold back her tears.

Opening the bandaid she placed it on his face. Then take a dry cloth she wiped the dripping blood away.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered handing him a small pain killer. "I'll leave you alone now." She grabbed the stuff and the bag and started towards the stairs.

"I really am sorry, for everything." She said this over her shoulder just before she descended to the lower level of the house to her room.

Harry wanted to go after her but his forehead was throbbing and the cut stung. His hand was covered in his own blood and he was breathing heavily.

This can't keep happening. He thought to himself still slumped against the wall.

Ginny slowly walked down to her room, she placed the first aid kit on the counter and didn't bother picking up the contents she had scattered everywhere in her frantic search. Then she took each of the items of the bag and put them back where they were. Where they belonged.

I have to make this right. I love him! I can't let this go away. I need to go up there and say sorry. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I can't be without him. I can't argue with him anymore. Ginny was sitting on her bed, running her finger along the photo booth pictures thinking to herself.

She picked herself up and opened her door. Fresh tears were springing in her eyes. She was going to make this right.

She walked up to the stairs with a rigid posture. And she had to pull herself up.

Harry was gone from the hall and was sitting on his bed staring at the wall.

Without even knocking Ginny opened the door, walked in, and just started talking.

"I love you." She started.

"What is–" Harry said confused but was interrupted by Ginny.

"Let me get through this." She said holding up a finger. "I love you. I don't know everything, I only know a little bit, but if I know anything, that is the one thing I know for sure. You, Harry Potter. Are the love of my life. And I can't imagine living a life without you. I hate that we have been arguing like the way we have. And I hate that it's my fault. I can't believe what I have done. I just hope you can forgive me. Because I can't keep living like this! I need you. I miss you. I miss me. I miss us! Harry, this isn't us. I want us back. I don't want to fight with you, I don't want to yell at you. I want to be with you. I want to spend time with you. I want to have a future with you. I want to have a family with you. I want to spend all my life with you. I love you so much. And I am so sorry. For everything. I hope you can forgive me." Ginny had moments where tears leaked from her eyes and her voice broke.

She looked at Harry and waited for him to speak. He didn't say a word. He stood up. And took Ginny's face in his hands. He wiped her tears away with his thumb. He then gently pressed his lips against hers.

"I'm sorrier than you could know," Harry said breaking away. "And everything you just said." I want that too. I want us back too. I want everything to be okay again."

"I want that." Ginny smiled and hugged Harry tightly. They stood there holding each other. Not wanting to let go.

"I love you," Harry whispered into his girlfriend's hair. "Never again."

"Never again," Ginny confirmed.

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"Shhh." Hermione held her fingers to her lips as she and Ron walked back into the house.

They quietly walked so to the kitchen to find a warzone. Two overturned chairs. Papers scattered and a broken glass plate below the wall.

"Bloody hell," Ron whispered. "He better not have hit her," Ron said picking up the papers while Hermione repaired the dish.

"I'm pretty sure Ginny threw the dish," Hermione said putting it back on the counter. "They both can be hotheads but we know Harry, he is more reasonable and would never hurt her."

"Yeah, you're right. What would I do without you," Ron said pulling Hermione close to him and kissing her forehead.

"Make far too many unreasonable conclusions and decisions," Hermione said wrapping her arms around his middle.

"I guess you're right." Ron laughed.

"Should we go check on them?" Hermione asked looking up at Ron, who was considerably taller than her.

"Why would I do that when I could stay here holding you?" Ron questioned leaning down and kissing her neck lightly.

Hermione giggled and pushed him off gently.

"Later, we need to go talk to them." She said winking.

"Is that a promise?" Ron said raising his eyebrows intrigued.

"Possibly." Hermione shrugged as she walked out of the kitchen swaying her hips.

"God, Hermione! Don't tease me!" Ron said in a fake whining voice.

He ran up behind her and tickled her waist. She squirmed and pulled away.

"Not now. I love them but, we don't need to fuel the fire for another row." She whispered. "We should check on Harry first."

Stopping halfway up the stairs to Harry's  Hermione leaned over the banister looking at the bathroom on her floor.

"The bathroom light is on." She states shocked.

"So?" Ron questions continuing to walk.

"What's that?" Hermione gasps pointing to the bandaid wrappers on the floor in front of Harry's door.

"Wait here." She says touching Ron's arm before going back down to her bathroom. She walks upholding the First Aid Kit. "This was on the counter." She says holding the box out to Ron.

"You're not going to like this," Ron says taking the box and noxing his wand.

"What? What is it?" Hermione says squatting down where Ron was.

"There's blood on the floor."

"Oh my God. What the hell happened here?" Hermione says shocked tracing her fingers around the stains on the floor.

"We – we just can't freak out," Ron says shakily helping Hermione stand.

"Let's– let's just go check on Harry," Hermione said grabbing the knob.

"Harry? What happened when–" Hermione starts as she walks into his room.

But she didn't see Harry. She saw a head of flaming red hair.

"What the?" Hemrioen says walking closer to the bed. "I don't believe it." When she said that Ron's hands shot over his eyes.

"Don't tell me!" He groans. 

"Shhh. They are asleep and fully clothed. But they're cuddling. They haven't done something like this since, before, well you know." Hermione said cocking her head.

"Should we wait for them to wake up?" Ron's asked still keeping his distance from the bed.

"No," Hermione said strongly. "I think after all that has happened we deserve a Goddamn explanation." She said.

"Do really want to deal with the possible hellfire that might happen?" Ron said raising his eyebrows.

"They wouldn't dare test me right now," Hermione said taking an angry breath.

"Someone threw a dish, and you're ready to deal with that?" Ron said trying his best to discreetly to talk Hermione out of it.

"You wake up Harry." She said walking over to Ginny.

"Okay." Ron sighed giving in.

He walked over to Harry and poked his shoulder blade with his wand. There were a loud bang and a flash of light, then Harry was hanging upside down from his ankle.

"Huh, what? WHAT THE HELL RON! Put me down!" Harry yelled waking up and thrashing around in the air.

"Payback for sixth year, Mate!" Ron crackled clearly enjoying holding Harry in the air.

"RON! Put him down!" Ginny yelled after she had woken up.

"Fine fine," Ron said waving his arms in surrender. Performing the spell again Harry fell back down on the bed.

"What is wrong with you!?" Harry roared sitting up.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione questioned pointing at his head.

"Oh, nothing," Harry said lightly touching his cut.

"Was this why there were bandaids on the floor out there and the first is kit on the counter?" Ron questioned.

"Umm, yeah, about that," Ginny answered looking between Ron and Hermione nervously.

"And the broken dish in the kitchen?"

"Well...." Ginny said her voice high and squeaky. "It's possible, that I might have, thrown a dish, atHarry'head," Ginny said slowly and mumbling the last part.

"And everything is okay now? You just throw a plate and that makes everything fine and dandy?" Ron questioned sarcastically.

Harry recounted everything that had happened and what Ginny had said and how they hugged for a while and eventually fell asleep.

"You guys realize that if you fight again that I'm just going throw a plate at the wall and bust someone's eyebrow open," Ron said once Harry had finished.

"Just because it's in the past does not mean we are ready to joke about it," Ginny said glaring at her brother.

Ron held his hands up in surrender.

"Okay okay! Don't jinx me!" He cried in exasperation.

"This is a warning," Ginny said making her eyes slits.

"I'm so scared!" Ron cried as he pretended to cower against Ginny's glare.

Harry then proceeded to hit him with a pillow before Ginny could pull out her wand.

But the most ironic thing about all the events of that day is that for their wedding gift. Ron gave Harry and Ginny, the broken dish. The same one Ginny threw.

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Hey Loves. I thought about making this chapter longer but I decided we needed more chapters. Quality, not quantity. That sound very backward.

Sorry, this is sort of a rubbish chapter, nothing special, but it is necessary. A lot of you are going to hate me in the next chapter. But you're just going to have to deal.

As always, point out any mistakes or comment anything co fusing or wrong.

Hope you enjoyed!

See you next time Loves.

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