"Bang!" A puff of green smoke appeared as Ginny walked out of Hermione's fireplace.

"Hey Ginny," said Hermione, not looking up from her work for the Ministry of Magic. She worked in Arthur Weasley's old position in Muggle Studies. Not hearing a response from her friend, Hermione looked up at Ginny.

"What's wrong?!" Hermione noticed that Ginny's eyes were red from crying and she rushed over to her. Ginny broke down for the fifth time that day and sobbed in Hermione's arms.

"It's… it's Harry," Ginny finally managed to choke out.

Hermione pulled her over to the couch in her and Ron's house. Keeping one arm around Ginny, Hermione handed her a box of tissues, which Ginny proceeded to empty.

"Sorry," said Ginny, her voice muffled through her stuffed-up nose.

"No, don't apologize. Why don't you just start from the beginning and tell me everything." Hermione turned to Ginny, ready to listen. Ginny took a deep breath before beginning her story.

"Three days ago, the day before Christmas, Harry took me to Diagon Alley. He dropped me off at Fred and George's to get some stuff for Teddy, Victoire, and the other children. I got done early and went out in search of Harry and found him at the jewelry store. I had been hinting at marriage for several months and I hoped he had gotten a clue. When we got home, I searched his pockets and found a small box. He worked late on Christmas Eve and I was asleep when he got back. We opened our presents under the tree in the morning and not once did I see that small box. He had to go to work again that day-one of the downsides of dating an Auror-but he promised to make it up to me. Harry took me to dinner that night at a fancy restaurant. During the dinner, his phone rang. It was Luna, now a reporter.
'Sorry babe, but I'm going to have to take this. The reporters are going crazy about us. They're wondering if I'm going to pop the question.' Harry explained to me as he walked towards the toilet.
I want to know also, I couldn't help thinking to myself. After about five minutes, I realized that I too had to go to the toilet. I walked by just in time to hear the end of his conversation:
'Okay, goodbye sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow at lunch. Dress nicely, I have a surprise!'

I never went back to the table. I spent the night at a motel, then came to see you."

Ginny was in tears by the time she finished.

"Would you like to stay here?" Hermione looked at her friend questioningly.

"It's alright, I'll just stay with Mum."

"No, really! You can stay!"

"Hermione, it would just be too weird, what with Ron being Harry's best mate and all."

"Heck! I'll just throw Ron out," countered Hermione jokingly.

Ginny didn't say anything, just apparated to the burrow. "Some people just don't appreciate the things they have," she muttered to herself as she walked up the path to the front door.

When Ron got home, Hermione shared with him what Ginny had told her. Apparently Harry had told a similar story to Ron that same day.

"So, what should we do, Ron?"

"Hermione, don't you get it? There's nothing we can do. Harry's in love, just not with Ginny."

A/N: This is another story I've been working on. I hope you like it, and... REVIEW!