Ginny sat there watching him walk to the fireplace.

Damn, she needed to control her urge to kiss him. He wasn’t her boyfriend, Dean was.

She watched as his loping gate slowed, his eyes darkened and he turned and went the other direction. Why couldn’t he be in the same room as her?

Why couldn’t he lope from place to place anymore? God. Was he done being her friend? Had Ron gotten to him? What was with Harry Potter acting cold and distant to her? Did he hate Dean? Why? Weren’t they friends? Why should he care who she snogged?