A/N: Okay guys... It's been a while... a bit more then a month actually but I've had some stuff on my mind. And sorry it's really short. First I'd just like to thank alaskanwoman25, Your Smile Makes My Day 123, Mark Wink, Lucyintheclouds, and Ceative Touch for following the story. I'd also like to thank alaskanwoman25 for favoriteing this story. And finally thank you to Guest, Creative Touch, and emmett2 for reviewing.

Emmett2/Guest: So sorry for the long wait

Creative Touch: Like I said before, thank you for your advice, and I hope you have at least a bit of fun reading this chapter.

Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own this... Obviously. I wish I did though.

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A Short Discussion that Got Nowhere

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Last Time

"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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Harry's POV

The door slammed closed and Harry stood still for a moment, still replaying the scene over and over. Harry declaring his love, and Ginny running out in a flurry of red hair. Frustrated, he whirled around, and slammed his fist into the wall, making the whole place shake the slightest bit. The night was long over, and here he was again, all alone. Just two days ago, the biggest thing on Harry's mind had been about completing all his paperwork on time. Now he had to deal with all this. Granted, Harry didn't necessarily regret everything from the night before, but now things would be even tenser then ever, and he might have lost her for forever this time. He stomped over to the kitchen, pulled out a bar stool, and sat himself down on it.

Groaning, Harry put his head between his arms and closed his eyes. Memories flooded his mind. Her eyes, her kisses, her body, her hair, her. Ginny. Harry had honestly never gotten over her, he wouldn't deny that. After the war through, he didn't know how to approach her. She seemed so broken down about Fred's death, and had been closed off from everyone, even him. Then she got her job on the Harpies, and she'd been so busy. Of course, that was around the time that Harry had began his training as an auror.

A few hours later, Harry was still in the same position, mulling over his thoughts. That was about the time that Ron rushed into his flat, screaming bloody murder.

"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON HARRY!"

Groaning, Harry swiveled around, coming face to face with a very red faced Ron, who was violently waving his copy of The Daily Prophet through the air.

Harry snatched the paper still violently cutting through the air in Ron's hands, and smoothed it out, coming face to face with a picture of himself and Ginny, talking at the bar, and another of Ginny seemingly outside his flat that morning. How in the world had they gotten that picture, and managed to have it printed so quickly? Great. Now the entire wizarding world knew about his relationship dilemmas.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE DOING AT YOUR FUCKING HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT?"

Well this was going very well.

"Well that felt like an explosion of f-bombs," Harry mused, he'd just have to wait for Ron's initial anger to pass before he could really talk and explain himself. That would also give him some to explain himself to himself.

"I INVITED YOU TO MY FUCKING WEDDING AND I EVEN TOLD GINNY TO GET ALONG WITH YOU AND LOOK HOW WELL THAT TURNED OUT!"

Harry briefly wondered what Hermione was doing at that very moment. She couldn't be too happy about this whole situation either, what with Ron being at his flat so early in the morning. He'd have to owl her an apology later.

"WILL YOU OR WILL YOU NOT EXPLAIN YOURSELF HARRY?"

Sighing, Harry started to speak, "Well if you could calm yourself do-"

"CALM MYSELF DOWN? CALM?! MYSELF?! DOWN? THIS IS MY BABY SISTER WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE HARRY! THERE WILL BE NO CALMING DOWN!"

Shaking his head, Harry muttered something under his breath, and quick as lightning he pulled his wand out of the waistband of his boxers and muttered a quick spell, silencio, shutting off Ron's rant mid sentence. At any other time, his red face yelling silently, probably cursing Harry's name, would have been hilarious, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

"Look, I know the paper makes it seem really bad..." Harry trailed off as he met the glaring eyes of Ron.

Actually it was exactly as the stupid paper said. God damn it what was he supposed to say?

"Last night I was at the bar, and Ginny came up to me. We started talking, and we uh, had a lot to talk about..."

By now Ron had cooled down enough to remember his own wand, and had reversed the spell cast on him by Harry.

"Talked? Talked? All night long?!" Ron's words grew louder and angrier as he said each word.

Sighing Harry pondered his options, and decided to go with the more straightforward but noticeably more dangerous route.

"Fine..."

"Fine what?" Ron spat out, still glaring at Harry.

"Fine I slept with her."

"What."

"I. Slept. With. Her."

"You what?" Ron spluttered. He had the most hilarious dumbfounded expression on his face at the moment, but Harry knew that he was in a tight spot, and laughing would not help his odds with survival.

"Look Ron, you wanted the truth, you got it."

Then with his face matching his hair, Ron charged.

Hermione's POV

1 Hour Before

Hermione felt a smile spread across her face as she slowly woke up. Judging by the warmth she felt on her back and legs, she was being held in the arms of Ron, but the sun had yet to rise, and soon, she fell back into a peaceful asleep. Some time later though, she heard a soft but consistent tapping on the window. The owl must have come early today. She heard a soft groaning, as Ron stirred, and she couldn't help but smile. Their wedding had been wonderful, and the night even better.

"Ron? Could you get that?" Hermione whispered, tilting her head up the slightest bit so that she could stare into his sleeping face.

It took a few seconds, but Ron eventually peeled himself away from Hermione, and got up, and taking a few short steps to the window, he retrieved the paper. With his eyes still half closed, Hermione could see Ron squinting at the front cover, just like always. He would always read the title, but never got much further, relying on Hermione to fill him in later. But today, Hermione watched out of the corner of her eyes as Ron's face went from a dazed sleepiness to a full out rage in a matter of seconds. Suddenly he was in action, pulling on some dirty clothes, picked off the floor, grabbing his wand, and he was running out of their room.

"Ron? What's wrong?"

The only reply she got was the tell tale swooshing sound one got when they used the floo network, and the infuriated scream of Ron, who she swore said something like, "I WILL KILL THAT GIT!"

Who in the world had made him that angry? Hermione and Ron had both taken 3 weeks off of earth, so it couldn't be anything from the office. Sighing, and a bit disgruntled, Hermione lifted herself off the warm bed, and padded over to the door, where Ron had carelessly thrown the paper.

Grabbing the paper, she brought it up so that the faint light coming through the window could shine down on it, and admittedly, she chuckled a bit.

"WEASLEY AND POTTER: A SECRET AFFAIR?"

She was a bit annoyed at Ron for walking out so early in the morning, but in her honest opinion, his protectiveness for his younger sister made him all the more sexy.

Sighing, she ambled back to bed, knowing just as well as anyone that Ron would be gone for a while.

Words: 1200's

A/N: Right. So I actually had a chapter written a few days later, but something told me to wait. So I did, and I read it again a few days later. And it was crap. I've been oober stressed lately, which sounds so stupid, even to me, since I'm not even in high school. But yeah, and so I re-wrote this chapter finally. The ending for this chapter is a bit rough, but I'm planning on some exciting stuff in the future, so hopefully I write a chapter a lot sooner this time. Again... I'M SO SORRY!