Living In A Lie

Written: 4/29/11 & 12/28/11

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Beta: Well, technically my professor. ^_^

Author's Note: This is PRIMARILY DIALOGUE as this was my one-act play for a class. It was originally inspired by drarry hence why I'm posting it. I have added some description where needed so you don't have to primarily rely on your imagination. I hope you like this different style. (^_^)

Author's Note 2: The story is already finished. I will upload one chapter a day or less.

Scene 1: The Argument

Late morning of June 5, Ginny and Harry's bedroom

Ginny was asleep in bed. Harry was in the kitchen making coffee. She woke up and smelled the coffee; she ran into the bathroom. Harry entered the room with a mug of coffee and left it on the bedside table. He walked to the closet to get dressed for the day. Ginny walked in from the bathroom a few minutes later and sat back on the bed.

"Morning, Harry."

"You weren't in bed last night. I waited up for you but I got tired. And it's noon."

"Sorry. The girls wanted to go out…"

"Out? You mean drinking again. How many was it this time?"

"None. It was my turn to be responsible last night."

"Like I believe that. Why are you sick then?"

"It must have been something I ate and the smell of that coffee set it off."

"Oh…are you okay?"

"Now you're concerned," Ginny scoffed.

"Of course, I'm concerned. I care about your being. I want to make sure you're up for today."

"All I'm doing today is sleeping, and maybe get my nails done. I haven't fixed them since last week."

"I knew you wouldn't remember."

"Remember what? It's not my birthday…or yours for that matter."

"Just forget it. I don't see a point in telling you. If it doesn't mean anything to you."

"Why do you always get your panties in a twist over some tiny thing I do wrong? Sorry if I have more of a social life than you and that it requires more of my attention than whatever it is that is supposed to happen today."

"Same old Ginny. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with you."

"Because at the end of the day, you'll always pick me."

"Not today," Harry whispered to himself.

"What?"

"Nothing," Harry paused, "Since you're not feeling well to celebrate our anniversary, I guess I'll go. Bye."

Harry opened the front door and walked out.

"Oh shit."

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