Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything but the plot.

Plot: Summer after fifth year, Sirius is still very much alive. Harry and Ginny have been together since Christmas. Can Harry love more than one witch at a time? How do the witches feel about this? What do the Weasley's think? How about the Headmaster; will he continue to manipulate Harry's life? We shall soon see. Harry also has an inheritance surprise awaiting him. Molly, Ron and Dumbledore bashing. Pairings: HP/GW/HG/LL/SB/DG/PP/PP; NL/HA; RW/LB

Chapter 1

"Ginny?" whispered Hermione.

"Mmmm…I sleepin'" mumbled Ginny.

"Ginny, please. I need you to wake up. I need to talk to you."

Ginny slowly opened her eyes and looked at her best friend.

"What's up, Hermione? What is so bloody important that had to wake me up at…what time is it, anyway? THREE IN THE MORNING!"

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I really need to talk to you about something very important. But, I don't want you to get upset with me. Just hear me out before you say anything. OK?" Hermione pleaded.

Ginny gazed at Hermione for a long moment. She looked nervous and a bit scared. Ginny's anger diminished as her curiosity and trepidation rose.

"Alright, you talk and I will hold my tongue until the end. I promise."

"Thank you. I want to ask you a couple things first. Do you really love Harry? I mean, real, true, for life type love?"

"Yes, Hermione, I do. I love him from the bottom of my heart."

"How does that feel? Love, I mean? Love of someone romantically?"

Ginny just looked at her, unsure as to where this conversation was going.

"Well, I suppose it's different for everyone. When I am around, or even think about, Harry, I get this warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel like the sun is shining brighter when he smiles at me, and I melt when he touches me. We don't need to talk to each other to always know what the other is thinking or feeling; sometimes, we just know by looking in each other's eyes. We don't always need to be doing anything to be happy either. We could just be sitting and reading in each other's company. I think that is what love starts as. Then, when you realize that the happiness and safety of that person is more important than anything or anyone else, including yourself, you know you are truly in love with the person."

Ginny had watched Hermione as she explained what she felt. From the way her face and eyes brightened, Ginny was sure that her friend felt the same way about someone, but when her eyes dimmed, and she began to worry and chew her bottom lip, she knew something wasn't right.

"What's going on, Hermione? Why are you asking me about this? Are you in love with someone?"

Hermione looked at Ginny with worry and concern clearly written upon her face; she didn't want to lose her best friend, but she needed to know.

"I'm asking because I wasn't sure if what I felt was love. Now I am sure. Yes, I am in love with someone, and I can't believe it."

"Who is it? Is it Ron?"

"No, it is definitely not Ron. He's too insulting and doesn't care about much beyond chess, quidditch and food. He is more like a brother to me, in my eyes anyway."

Ginny laughed, "I completely agree. But…if not Ron, then who?"

"It doesn't really matter, Ginny. He isn't available and even if he was, he would never see me that way. Anyway, you should go back to sleep. Thank you, for helping me figure this out. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome. Hermione? You know you can come talk to me about anything you need to right? No matter what it is?"

"I know. Good night, Ginny."

"Good night, Hermione."

Ginny watched silently as Hermione climbed back onto her bed and curled up to sleep. As she, herself, began to drift off, she heard the light sobs of Hermione crying. That's when she knew something was terribly wrong, and she vowed to fix it no matter what it took. Her best friend, sister even, deserved to be happy, and right now, she definitely was not happy.