I felt like I couldn't leave that story with that ending, hope this resolves things a bit.

Let's Cheers to This Ending

Ginny had conjured her clothing and redressed, tiptoeing out of Hermione's chambers. The brunette had fallen asleep after the two girls had argued over who should go after Harry. They had collectively decided that it would be best to give him some space for the time being and they began reading in the girl's bed. Ginny had waited until her lovers breathing had fallen to a slow and regular pattern before she got up. Ginny knew that she had to find Harry and explain her actions before it got any worse. The guilt was beginning to weigh on her, and even though she understood that the confrontation would only relieve her of that guilt, she was determined to find him.

The ginger rounded the corner to where she shared a room with Harry while she was teaching. Though he was frequently tied up in London, as he had been the entire week before he surprised her with a visit that morning. They had gotten into a fight over his jealousy, as Dean was a teacher at Hogwarts and he supposed they spent a lot of time together without Harry present. Dean was a friend, but nothing more, as she had never even thought about cheating before this encounter with Hermione. With a sigh, she pressed her hand on the wood and cracked open the door. The sound of another woman's giggling voice filled her ears and she paused, waiting to hear what it was she was walking in on.

"I can't believe she cheated on me, with Hermione. I thought I was never getting out of that," Harry spoke, a laugh coating his voice. Jealousy brewed in the ginger's stomach as she forced herself to remain outside the door. "I mean, I loved her and all that, but she was horrible in bed," Harry confessed, quickly followed by the sound of him sucking in air and kissing someone deeply.

"At least you don't have to break up with her, she's made a mess of things already," she was having trouble pinpointing exactly whose voice it was that was obviously snogging Harry in their living room. The image of Hermione's naked torso flashed behind her eyes, and Ginny took a deep breath. It wasn't like it was unfair that Harry was snogging someone else. She had betrayed him just moments earlier with his best friend, but there was something in the way they were speaking that made her paranoid mind think that this had been going on far longer than her affair with Hermione had.

"I guess, I don't even know why I was jealous, it was such a relief," Harry sighed before he dove into another kiss with the girl. Ginny took the moment to push open the door. Harry sprung from the couch he had been laying on, with Parvati sitting up from beneath him. Ginny laughed, having accused Harry of having feelings for the girl in the past. She always came around when he was staying with Ginny, and Harry always acted flustered around the girl.

"I'll just grab my things, don't let me stop you," Ginny stated, moving towards the door to their bedroom. He stood, keeping her from continuing on and she stepped back from him. Straightening her posture, she stared purposefully into his pleading green eyes.

"Ginny, it's not what it looks like," Harry insisted, reaching out to grab her arms but she pulled away, straightening her jumper and glancing over at Parvati. She was sitting on the couch, watching them intently, as if this was a drama on the television.

"Oh I'm sure it's exactly what it looks like, Harry, but don't worry, I won't stop you," Ginny spat, her anger coming from the presence of a girl she once regarded as her friend. But, she supposed, it seemed as though many relationships were crumbling today, and I'm not exactly broken up about this one. The ginger pushed past her ex and threw open the door.

"Ginny! Wait!" Harry called after her as she snuck into her bedroom. She wasn't quite sure why it was that she thought she needed to back her things from her own room, but she almost felt that her betrayal warranted her removal. It wasn't long before Harry found a way to unlock her door and barge in. "I don't know what you heard, but anything with Parvati only started because I walked in on- on you and 'mione." Harry protested which made Ginny chuckle as she took out her jumpers from the close and placed them on the bed. "Believe me, unlike you I wouldn't betray you like that."

"Oh Harry, I heard so much more than what you think, and it doesn't even matter. We've both fucked this up royally, the only difference is, I am genuinely sorry for not coming and breaking it off with you before I fucked it up," Or rather, fucked Hermione, Ginny teased mentally, pulling out her pile of jeans and putting them beside her other clothes.

"Ginny I-, fuck. This isn't even my place, I'll just... I'll go back to London, don't bother packing up all your shit." Harry cursed, a sense of defeat floating in his words. Ginny stopped packing, it was true that everything she owned was tied up in her dormitories at the school and Harry did spend a majority of his time at their flat in London, so it was smarter for them to split it up that way.

"I guess you're right," Ginny conceded, turning to face her now ex-boyfriend. He looked ragged, and his eyes were sunk back behind his glasses. His hair was a mess, from the snogging, Ginny surmised. "I'm glad we got this over with though, that it's finally over. You don't have to feel guilty, Harry, I forgive you for this mess. We just-" She paused a moment, looking around the room. The walls were empty and she only had one picture of her and Harry, which she should have taken as an early sign of the impending end of their relationship. "We just need to move on, and we both have, I guess." Ginny shrugged, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"I guess we have," Harry agreed, he looked up at her a moment, and she saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. She was half expecting Hermione or Parvati to storm through the bedroom door at any moment, but in that second she felt the burning urge to kiss him. Oh my gods woman, you need to let this go, Ginny berated herself, standing up swiftly.

"Go find Parvati, have dinner. I'll pack your things so you can go back to London, no need to worry about a thing," Ginny explained. It took some time, but Harry finally stood up and walked slowly towards the door, as if he was waiting for her to protest. When he was met with nothing but silence, he pushed through the door and went back into the living room. Ginny put her clothes back where they belonged and summoned Harry's suitcase. Magically, she packed his items back in his case and closed it shut. Once more, the witch glanced around the room, at the emptiness that seemed to come with the end of her relationship and sighed.

This is good, change is scary, but it's good.

-x-

Hermione sat up from her position on the bed and noticed the distinct absence of the ginger. She exhaled a shaky breath, wondering for a moment if it all had been a dream, that perhaps she hadn't betrayed her best friend on such a fundamental level. The logical part of her knew, of course, that she had fallen victim to her desire for the Weasley girl. Pulling her knees to her chest, she felt a sob catch in her throat as she attempted to come with any way she could possibly make it up to her friend, to fix the thing she had broken.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a stream of light tore through the darkness in her bedroom from the crack in the door. She pulled on an oversized shirt and her knickers, before walking out into her living room. "Hey 'mione," Ginny's voice felt like a full bottle of vodka, calming her nerves, and she instantly rushed over to the girl, kissing her deeply. The shock of it all rushed into her and she broke the liplock shortly after it started.

"I am so sorry, Ginny, I fucked up, I should have- I should have stopped this," Hermione stammered, stepping back and placing her fingers to her lips where the tingling of her lover's kiss lingered.

"Everything will work out, don't worry," Ginny comforted, closing the gap between them and placing her forehead on Hermione's. Collectively, they sighed and Hermione buried herself in the younger witch's arms. "Harry's mad, I'm nearly certain he was cheating on me with Parvati long before this ever happened," the witch continued, in an attempt to quell their guilt. Hermione pulled away and looked up into the girl's brown eyes.

"What? Oh, Ginny, I'm so sorry! This is all a mess," Hermione said, a crack in her voice as the remorse found its way into her throat.

"Yeah, it is, but that's okay, this feels more right than any day with Harry ever did, I promise. Everything will be okay." Hermione tucked her head under the ginger's chin and released a sigh.

"Well if it isn't the happy couple," Harry's voice broke the silence that had started to develop and the girls spun around. "Listen, Gin, I'm sorry about everything and I forgive you for- well for this." The boy approached them, a bottle of firewhisky clutched in one hand and four glasses in the other. "It hadn't been working for a long time and honestly, I'm glad this happened." Ginny flinched, but Hermione grabbed her hand in comfort. "It's a mess. How about a drink?" A laugh fell from Ginny's lips and Hermione looked up at her. The girl's face had softened exceptionally before she released the brunette's grasp and started towards the boy.

"Cheers to messy endings?" Ginny offered, holding up her glass. Hermione and Harry joined her, just as Parvati entered the room. No one took their swig as attention diverted to the new guest. She was standing awkwardly by the door, but Ginny motioned for her to join them. Harry filled the fourth glass for their workmate as she sat down beside Harry.

"And new beginnings," Hermione added. The four clinked glasses and swallowed their respective drinks hastily. Nearly instantly, Ginny emptied the contents of her stomach into the conveniently placed potted plant to her left. Hermione looked at her lover with worry, placing a hand on her back and holding the girl's ginger locks back.

"Fuck," Ginny cursed, wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve and sitting upright. "That's been happening a lot lately," the confession drew a silence between all members as they looked at her worriedly. "What?" It took her a moment, but she quickly joined in on their thought process. "Oh, bloody fuck."

A/N What can I say? I'm a sucker for cliffhangers. This should be the end of this little story.