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Ginny pointed to the booth where Hermione was waiting for her and Harry, and they walked towards it.
When she and Harry got there she immediately noticed that something was wrong.
"Hermione, dear, what is it?" She said, placing a comforting arm on her shoulders.
"It's Ron… we had a fight and…. We're not seeing each other anymore."
"It'll be alright." Ginny said, knowing this may very well be not true.
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "It's you and Ron. You're bound to work out."
"Maybe not Harry," Hermione said in a worried tone. "I mean what if-?"
She was interrupted by Fred, just now joining them. They all greeted him and went back to their conversation.
"How do you know everything's going to work out? I mean it's me and Ron. It's been four years since the war, and let's face it; he still has some growing up to do!"
"I suppose that's true." Fred contributed.
"And you two," She looked to Harry and Ginny, "You're like the perfect couple."
"Well you're obviously drunk," Ginny replied.
"Yeah, really." Fred said. "Didn't you hear them screaming at each other last night? Real perfect, fighting like that for hours."
"We weren't fighting we were-" Harry said, but caught himself. "You're right, Fred. We had a quarrel it was awful. But, like all couples, we managed to work it out."
"If that's what you call working it out." Ginny said playfully.
"They worked it out, that's what will happen with you and Ron." Fred said, apparently not picking up on Harry and Ginny's exchange. "But for right now, why don't you come to Diagon alley with me? I have some business to take care of at the shop, and you shouldn't be wallowing in this bar. Come along." He held an arm out for Hermione. She took it and followed Fred.
"Thanks, guys." Hermione said to Harry and Ginny. "Ginny, tell your mum I won't be at the burrow tonight."
TBC