A/N: Before making a bunch of excuses, I would like to thank Mark Wink, dizziefinchel, emmet2, jksavedmylife, and mdauben for putting this story on their alerts. And I would like to thank HP MY LIFE and jksavedmylife for faavoriting this story.

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Ah, where should I get started? Well I had it like mostly written in the next few days but I just kept adding onto it. I'm not sure how great it is, but it's a work in progress. Also in the one month of school that I've had I must have had at least 10 tests. (I know, the perils of a middle school student) Anyhoo, here you go.

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The "Minor" Problem

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Last Time

"I'm sorry Harry, but I can't do this now, I can't" And she ran toward the door, opening it and stepping outside into the cold, leaving Harry alone.

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With Harry's last words still echoing in her mind, Ginny raced down the stairs, toward the entrance to the building, feeling tears run down her face. Why in the world did I do that? Ginny questioned herself, opening the heavy metal door that led to the outside world (and none to carefully) then slamming it closed. Her feet slammed onto the concrete and she stopped herself for a second, taking a much needed breath to calm herself.

It's not even 6 in the morning, no one will ever find out.

What do you mean?! Of course he's going to find out!

Calm down Ginny, nothing bad is going to happen, he'll never know.

But I have the worst luck in the world!

No you don't! You're awesome Ginny!

How about last practice when Mitchel sent that blud-

That was totally an accident though. The sun was in her eyes.

Fine, how about in my first year when Tom Riddle possessed me?

...

I thought so.

Back and forth she argued with herself and eventually, she had calmed herself down enough to gather her thoughts and make a decision on what to do. Shaking her head slightly, and giving her surroundings a quick glance, she apparated to the front of her own flat. Opening the door quickly, before any of her neighbors happened to catch a glance, she made her way inside, discarding her heels by the front entrance and padding into the small but cozy bathroom.

I really should get around to using that undetectable extension charm, she thought to herself as she took two steps over to the oval mirror hanging magically on the wall.

"Guuuuuuurl, you look horrible!" The talking mirror declared in a disgusted voice.

Normally Ginny would have had a rude comeback ready, but today she had to admit that her (usually very offensive and loud mouthed) mirror was right. Forgetting for a second of her current dilemmas, she stared into her own eyes in the sharp reflection. She had two dark circles forming under her eyes from lack of sleep, her hair was a tangled mess at the moment, and her face was pale and gaunt looking. Her eyes were also red and bloodshot, and she looked as if she had just witnessed a murder, though if things worked out the way she thought it might, that thought might turn into reality. She pulled her wand out and muttered a spell and soon her hair was silky smooth once more, her face had a bit of flush, and her dark bags were forever gone. But underneath that you could still sense the tiredness, the sadness, and the regret.

"I really think that nothings going to help your appearance today, honey," Her mirror broke through her concentration, and she flicked her wand at it angrily and hissed, "Shut up!"

But there really was no point in denying it, she did look pretty awful still. Dejectedly, she peeled off her dress and undergarments, and hopped into her shower, turning on the spray of cold water. She let the frigid liquid wash over her, letting the cold numb her body, but wake her mind.

She was supposed to have gone over to his place the night before. He had planned on coming to the wedding with her, but had caught a nasty flu at the last minute. Ginny had stopped by his flat before heading over to the wedding to check in on him, and had promised to come by later that night to spend some more time with him, and have a late night snack together. Then after the wedding had ended, she had gone absolutely mental and gone home with Harry. She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering the night before, when she had been so stupid. Granted, even if she didn't want to think so, it had been a great night, but how was she going to get out of this mess? Getting out, she wrapped a fluffy towel around herself, and headed toward the kitchen. She was already 12 hours late, a few more wouldn't hurt, right? Making herself a cup of coffee, she glanced at the clock, 7:13 am. Just a few more minutes before her issue of The Daily Prophet should arrive. Lately Rita Skeeter had been going through some problems that had occurred a couple months back in the Magical Law Enforcement Department. They hadn't been too interesting, but this morning's issue should be covering Ron and Hermione's recent wedding. Still clutching her hot cup, she made her way to her bedroom, hurriedly putting on a large red and white sweater, and some shorts. Setting her cup down on her bedside table, she pulled her damp hair into a loose bun and sat down on the bed.

What exactly had happened the night before? Ginny remembered having a few drinks, then somehow ending up in Harry's apartment. Taking a sip of her coffee, she thought of him, her secret boyfriend. (A/N: And if you're confused, it's not Harry) After the war, Harry had talked with her for a while, but after starting the mandatory year of training (not that he really needed it) for the aurors, and Ginny being given a spot to play for the Holyhead Harpies, they had gradually stopped talking. Though Ginny had always held a sliver of hope in her heart that she and Harry could get together again after the war had ended, it had never happened, and as the days passed, she thought of it less and less. She had begun to see him (A/N: Again not Harry) 6 months ago, after a run in at the Leaky Cauldron. He had been so kind and handsome, and Ginny had found herself falling for him. They had been blissfully happy until about a month ago when- no, she wouldn't think about that now. It had only happened a few times, and it was an accident, wasn't it? Besides, he had apologized profusely after.

Tap!

Tap!

Tap!

A soft but insistent tapping was heard on her kitchen window, and so Ginny bounced off her bed and onto her feet. Reaching the kitchen, she took some sickles out of a bowl by the window, and reached for her paper. After paying the delivery owl, she settled herself onto her worn couch, taking a sip of her almost gone coffee.

But as soon as she unfolded the morning's issue onto her lap, she spit it out. Cursing, she siphoned off the hot liquid from her clothes and the couch, glaring at the front page. Gracing the front page were two large pictures. One was of Ginny and Harry talking at the bar, a few moments before he had kissed her. You could see the slight smirk on Ginny's face, and the faint blush tainting Harry's cheeks. The next picture was one of Ginny, her hair a mess and her dress zipped up only halfway. It looked like a hidden passerby had taken the second picture quickly just a few moments before she had apparated back to her own little flat. The headline that accompanied it screamed, "WEASLEY AND POTTER: A SECRET AFFAIR?" Her stomach clenched, and she proceeded to quickly scan over the article.

The youngest member of the Weasley clan, Ginny Weasley, has been keeping a low profile these days. The star chaser of the Holyhead Harpies, now running right behind Puddlemere United in the rankings, has apparently been keeping a big secret from the rest of the wizarding community. She was seen leaving with the famous Harry Potter the night of her brother's (Ron Weasley) wedding. Guests at the party say that she was seen getting cozy with Potter all night, and almost seemed to be throwing herself at him.

Ginny scoffed, she knew that no one she knew would have ever said anything like that, but when he read it, he would never understand or believe her if she said otherwise. Skipping over a few more lines, she started reading again.

Then, earlier this very morning, Miss Weasley was seen leaving the flat of Harry Potter looking like a crumpled mess. What was she doing that early in the morning? Only she may know the whole truth, but we can bet that something fishy is going on here, and I as a reporter am determined to find out. For both your sake, and mine.

Signing out,

Rita Skeeter

Groaning Ginny crumpled up the paper and flung it into the fireplace. It burst into flames and burned up quickly, but not quickly enough for her taste. She was sure that he would have read it already, as he was always so proud of the fact that he was always up to date on the latest news, even if the sources may have been a bit unreliable and biased, and she was sure that this day wouldn't be any different.

Slowly she got up, tugging down her shorts a bit as she stood, and grabbed her wand from the couch where it had been carelessly tossed aside after cleaning up her spill. She proceeded to walk towards the front door, walk out, and lock her door. Though she could also use her wand to lock her door, she preferred to use actual Muggle keys most of the time. They gave her a second to think, and it usually gave her an excuse to use if she was late to anything. Most wizards and witches had no idea how to use this muggle form of locking doors, and Ginny usually didn't bother explaining the actual method to anyone who didn't already know.

Turning, she then apparated to his street. Since he lived in a wizarding neighborhood, she didn't have to particularly worry about being seen by anyone, but nevertheless, she kept her head ducked as she jogged slightly toward the front door of his house, and sneaking one last glance around, she quietly tapped on the door.

"Come in!" A soft and scratchy voice made it's way through the walls of the building and Ginny responded by slowly opening the door. Stepping in, she peeled off her shoes and set them by the door. A bit timidly, she walked down the hallway and opened the bedroom door, her dread growing with every step she took.

"So you're finally here," A cold voice stopped her in her tracks, and she stood like a deer caught in headlights. Even sick, he could still be very intimidating at times.

"Uh, yeah, sorry I couldn't make it last night, something came up," She blurted out her hasty excuse and stared down at her feet, admiring the hardwood floor they were on. Maybe this one time he would believe her.

"Something came up, huh?" Ginny couldn't miss the hint of sarcasm in his voce, and heard him twisting around as if to get up, and a few seconds later, she felt him come to her, stopping just a few feet away. "You call this something?" He brandished a copy of The Daily Prophet and waved it in her face, "Look at me!"

Slowly she tilted her head up, and locked eyes with him. Looking at him now should have been a lot more intimidating, but she still couldn't help the way his face took her breath away or the way he made her heart beat wildly. With his short scruffy hair, and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, he really was very handsome. But at the moment his usually cheerful and bright eyes were hidden beneath a layer of cold that froze her on the spot.

"What were you doing with Potter Ginny?" He practically shouted, his glare becoming more and more heated as the seconds went by, "Why were you at his house last night?"

"It wasn't anything like what you're thinking of! I swear to Merlin! We were just talking about the old days, and I was tired after the wedding, and I just happened to fall asleep..." Even Ginny could tell that her excuse wasn't worth more then a galleon at this point.

"The old times, huh? Like when you were in love with Potter?" Ginny cursed herself under her breath, saying that had been a grave mistake. "What a bunch of crap."

"Really, we weren't doing anything bad,"

Ginny looked up at him, and she couldn't help the flood of memories his face brought on.

The sun shining bright in the cloudless sky, Ginny practically sprinted in to The Leaky Cauldron, escaping the usual horde of reporters and paparazzi that followed her around wherever she went nowadays.

"Hey Hannah, can I have the usual?" Walking up to the bar, Ginny got ready to grab the keys to a private room to enjoy a drink.

"Um, about that." Hannah looked at her with a sideways glance, still dishing out several platters laden with food.

"Is there a problem?"

"It's just that we're fully occupied right now, and we had to give your usual room to someone else,"

"What? Who?" If her usual room was gone, then business was going very well for the Longbottoms.

"Dean Thomas, reme- OI! PUT OUT THAT FIRE THIS INSTANT! Sorry about that, you know how it gets around here sometimes,"

"It's fine, mind if I go join him? It'll be better then nothing,"

"Sure, go on up, I'll be there with your drink in just one second,"

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Opening the door timidly, Ginny poked her head in, "Uh, Dean, mind if I join you? All the other rooms are full at the moment,"

His head whipped around and his eyes seemed to bulge for and instant, before he regained his composure and answered, "No problem, have a seat,"

Grinning, Ginny slid into the seat across from him with ease

At that second she felt her head snap backwards then and slam into the wall behind her, a flush of pain blossoming on her right cheek. But that wasn't possible, he had promised right? That that would never happen again. But then she felt herself being grabbed roughly by both arms and dragged toward the bed. He pushed her down roughly and growled, "Then. What. Were. You. Doing."

"Dean I'm sorry, I really am, but I swear nothing happened last night!" Ginny whimpered, and with her head throbbing, she struggled the slightest bit underneath his iron grip.

"Don't lie to me," Dean growled, his face coming dangerously close to hers, "I know how you feel about him,"

"Look, I know that I fancied him when I was younger, but it's different now, I know that he and I were never possible. Can we please just talk about this?" Ginny tried to reason with him, forcing the few tears that she had felt start to form from appearing.

"Talk about what? I can see pretty plainly that you've just been running around," Dean spat.

"No! I haven't!" A few tears managed to find their way out, but Ginny couldn't wipe them away.

"Then prove it." With that Dean started to fumble with the button on her shorts, and was sliding one hand underneath her sweater.

"Stop it Dean! I don't want to do this right now!"

"Then stop me."

But both Ginny and Dean knew that try as she might, she couldn't stop it.

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A/N: Alright thanks for the great feedback on the first chapter and sorry sorry sorry about the late update. I'll try to update as soon as possible, but just know that I probably won't be able to do super regular updates. Thanks for reading and please leave a review on your thoughts!x