A/N- Okay everyone. Usually I don't add chapter's this quickly, but I had to get this one out as soon as possible. (but I'm sure none of you are complaining!) Well the whole thing is I've had this chapter burning in my head ever since I finished chapter four and this weekend I'm going to North Carolina for a family reunion and I won't have access to a computer whil I'm there. So I figured I'd burst if I didn't type this up quickly. Well I don't know why you're reading this, you need to be reading my totally awesome chapter. Haha. I'm kidding. Unless of course you actually DO think it's awesome. Then I'd have to ask you for some teeny tiny reviews to come home to on monday. I'd be really happy if I got some, that way I could continue with the awesomeness. Now I'm rambling and you guys have no lives if you're actually reading this entire A/N. THAT was a joke. Don't get upset. I love you all and thanks to those who actually did review. Oh and I added a sentence to the previous chapter that isn't completely important, but it makes sense with what you'll be reading in this chapter. And I know you're still reading so I'll just say...

Chapter 6: Arguments and Multiple Heartbreaks

Ginny's Point of View


"YES, MUM?" I shouted from the top of the staircase. If you're just tuning in my mum just called me from downstairs and I'm going to see what she wants from me. Oh my goodness, what if something went wrong with the forgetfulness potion and she's going to yell at me now? No, no that's not possible. One thing that didn't change about Hermione is she's still the brightest witch of our age and there's no way she messed up a simple potion. I bet she made it with her eyes closed. That's how good she is. But what if she did close her eyes and now it's gone wrong.

Oh, shut up, Ginny stop being such a worry wart. Nothing can dampen my spirits today. Do you know why? I bet you really want to know, huh? I'll tell you later when I'm through with Mum. Speaking of the old toad, here she is standing at the kitchen table with mountanous piles of clothes on the table.

"Ginny, can you do me a really big favor? I need you to bring Ron up his socks. I forgot them when I brought him up his laundry earlier. I'd do it myself, but I'm not as young as I used to be and I'm afraid I can't walk up the steps to the attic and then back up again to bring you your clothes as well and still have enough time to have dinner ready. I have so much to do today."

At first I was going to protest, but after she added that last sentence I felt sorry for calling her a toad and couldnt say no. I took a moment to take in my mum's features. Her flaming, shoulder length hair was already starting to look a bit faded and was greying at the roots. Her face looked like she was really stressed out and I hope that I'm not the cause of this stress. Her body and face look worn, but her sparkling blue eyes look as warm and inviting as ever. I haven't said this in a while, but I love my mum. I give her a reassuring smile and hold out my hand for the socks and say, "Sure mum. I'd do anything for you."

She smiled her warmest smile and placed two pairs of socks in my hands. One had broomstick patterns on them and the other said Chudley Cannons across the top. As I turn toward the direction of the steps mum says, "I really do like your hair like that, Ginny. I'm starting to wonder why I ever decided to cut it so short."

I dashed back over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Now I'm leaving. Up, up, up, the stairs we go.

Oh yeah, I never told you my great news. Ready for it? HARRY ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE!!. Well I don't know if you would call it a date seeing as we're just having hot chocolate in the kitchen,but I definitely would. I turned him down the first couple of times. He was all "Please Ginny,"and I was like "Nah, I don't think so." It was so cool.

Hermione said if I seem too eager to go out with someone then they'll try and take advantage of me. I'm the one calling the shots here and I want to keep it that way so I definitely didn't ant to seem too eager. So yeah its six fifty-five right now. That means there's about and hour and five minutes until our "date." Oh, I just can't wait!

So yeah anyway now I' walking with Ron's fresh socks in my hands when I can hear a faint yelling coming from Ron's door at the top of the second flight of steps. The only words I can make out are "Give my heart." and "Cheap fuck." Yeah, I'm clueless. Who's a cheap fuck? I'm trying to walk as lightly as possible because I want to hear what's going on. I need you to be quiet for a second I need to listen.

"You love her don't you?"

That was Ron. Love who? Me? He's obviously talking to Harry. Wait, does Harry love me? Oh my goodness, so soon? Not that I'm complaining. Wait, why isn't he shouting to the world that he loves me? He's not answering.

"Answer the fucking question, Harry. Do you love Hermione or not?"

Hermione? No, what about me?

"Yes!" Harry answered back.

Yes? No! But, I thought-

"Does she know?"

"No."

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"I meant to, but when the time came she kind of hit me below the belt by telling me she was having sex with you. Gods it hurt so much. My feelings for her were so inexplicable."

Inexplicable? This is not happening.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"No way, I already know she doesn't feel the same about me, so why would I ruin the friendship we have?"

"You're certain you love her?"

Yeah, Harry are you certain?

"I don't know. It's just some days I can't stop thinking of her and other days I remember how bad she is for me, but then I look at her and- I'm just so confused."

"After everything she did to us, you'll accept her for what she is and continue to love her anyway knowing damn well she's going to run out and do it again? Is that what you're telling me?"

After all she did to you, to me. You still love her, Harry?

"Ron, are you mad that I love her?"

"No."

I am. Doesn't anyone care about me?

"Good, because I would hate for you to be upset with me over this. Look, I'm sorry I punched you."

Punched? What were they fighting over her or something?

"It's alright. I would've done the same two months ago. It's obvious to me how much you love her though."

"Yeah, I do."

And that's about all that my heart can take. I start to slowly walk down the steps, not because I don't want them to hear me, but because I'm in a state of shock and this is the fastest pace that I'm able to walk. I don't even care about the socks that I dropped at the door.

So now I'm at the bottom of the steps, near my room, but Hermione's in there. I can't go in there. Hermione. Her name sounds tainted I don't even want to think of it. But yet she's all that comes to mind right now. Hermione? HERMIONE. BLOODY FUCKING HERMIONE! I'm in a crumpled mess on the floor. I don't even remember getting on the floor, but I won't make any effort to get up.

I think everything is sinking in now. Now the tears are pouring down. One. By. One. Why her?

Why not me?

I was right before. Before we even started this all I had a feeling Harry loved her. Remember when Hermione and I were fighting and I told her how wrong she was for sleeping with Harry and Ron? And I told her Harry must have had feelings for her. Why did I go through with this when I had a feeling he loved her.

It's not fair.

Why?

WHY!?

"WHY" I shout to my door as I bang on it in anger. I forgot that Hermione was in there so I was shocked when I threw my fist at the door and the only thing it hit was the air.

At first Hermione thought no one was there since I was on the floor, but when she saw me she gasped.

"What's wrong, Ginny?"

I shake my head.

"Are you crying?"

"Oh, very well spotted. I guess nothing gets past you, does it, Hermione?" I spat angrily as I got up and pushed my way into my room and she peered outside the door into the hall to see if anyone else was there. Then she closed it and turned to me.

"I don't understand," she said.

"Yes you do. You're Hermione, the brightest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw herself, aren't you? The Hermione Granger, am I correct? The very same Hermione Granger who has jolly good sex with her two best friends and now has them arguing over you upstairs. Understand now?" I asked, anger seeping through my pores.

"No, I don't. Are you telling me that Ron and Harry are fighting over me upstairs?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

She gives an awkward look and looks down at the floor.

"Oh," is all she says.

"Oh? Is that all you have to say for yourself?"

"Ginny, forgive me if I'm wrong but it sounds like your blaming me for this."

"Oh what in Merlin's pants would ever make you think that?" I reply sarcastically.

"This is not my fault."

"Oh, don't give me that sodding bullshit. I never really pressed the matter but how could you?"

"Could I what? I didn't ask for Harry to love me."

"No, how could you start sleeping with him when you knew how I felt. I told you how much I liked him the night before you left and went out and did whatever you did when you changed. How could you come back, not only with a rude attitude, but with a goal to ruin my life and sabitoge my friendship with Harry and Ron? Just because you had some nonsensical problem with me you had to make them hate me too?"

"I never told them to stop being your friend."

"Yeah right."

"No, really. They did that on their own."

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" I asked, my temper rising at the same time.

"No, no, I was just saying that I never asked them not to talk to you. I actually never had anything against you until Ron started ignoring you. Harry and I followed suit. Then he told us to stay away from you. He seemed really serious so I did what he asked."

"Ron asked you not to talk to me?"

She nodded quickly.

My own brother turned on me. For no reason. At first I thought Hermione had brainwashed him into her "I Hate Ginny" club, but now I'm finding out that he was the founder of it. What did I ever do to him? Why does he hate me?

Hermione placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, Ginny. It must be awful for you having a brother like Ron. I know how you feel."

I shook her arm off and said, "Oh you do? I'm having trouble believing that since you're an only child. And for your information, Ron is the best brother I've got."

Hermione looked sad now.

"No, I meant I know what it feels like when someone you're close to stops loving you."

"And once again all conversation turns to you. How do you do it? Even in the presence of another totally depressed girl you somehow manage to talk about your breakup with Viktor."

"I'm not talking about Viktor."

"Who then?"

"Forget it... It's not about me, remember. Right now we need to devise a plan to win Harry back for you. You still have that date later don't you."

"No, the deal's off! I never had him in the first place so i cant 'win him back.' Forget about everything."

"No don't give up. You'll never get him like that."

"I dont want him anymore. He loves you and that's all there is to it."

"You're joking."

"Do I look like I'm bloody fucking joking?" I shouted at her.

"You can't quit."

"Watch me!" I say while going throught my closet and finding on of my plain blue tee shirts and a pair of shorts. I start to undress and then redress in the new outfit. I pul my hair back into a ponytail and yank the toe ring from my foot and well as my belly ring and hand them both to her.

She reluctantly took them from me and placed them on my desk.

"It's over," I say.

"Fine, have it your way."

There's a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Hermione said.

"No I can answer my own door, thank you," I say as I push past her again to get to the door. I cracked it open just to see who it is

And look who it is. Harry.

"Oh maybe you should've gotten the door, Hermione seeing as it's for you," I say bitterly while opening it fully. I start to walk back to my bed, leaving Harry at the door with a bewildered look upon his face. I bet he's wondering how I keep changing my appearance.

"Actually, I came to see you, Ginny," he said when he found his voice.

"See he's here for you, Ginny," Hermione said.

"Oh? Did you now?" I asked ignoring Hermione.

"Yeah I...er... wanted to tell you I have to cancel our plans."

What a surprise.

"Uh huh," I said unfazed. He gave me a confused look. Obviously he wasn't expecting that reply. He probably thought I was going to ask why. But I already know why. He's here to cancel my date and then replace me with Hermione.

"Yeah, um and I don't think I'll be able to reschedule."

"Uh huh."

"And I also came down to say...uh... that I don't think we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on. I think it's best we keep our distance."

"Uh huh."

He truly looked like he was at a loss for words now.

"Have you been crying?" he askd me.

"What do you care?"

"Because I'm your fr-I was just wondering is all."

"Well you don't have to wonder anymore okay?"

"Gin, are you angry with me?"

"Thats Ginny to you, Harry."

He seemed hurt by my words. I did feel kind of bad at first but then I remembered that he was going to ask Hermione out any second.

"Harry your time is up," a voice from the door called. We all look over and find Ron leaning against the doorframe. I can almost feel Hermione swoon. She makes me sick.

"What the fuck is this? Did Hermione invite you two over for a sleepover?" Ron gave me a look. And all three of these prats ignored my comment.

"Ron..." Hermione said walking over to him.

"Harry did you hear me?" Ron asked ignoring her.

"Uh...yeah I was just leaving."

Harry gave one last fleeting look and shoved his hands in his pockets then walked out of the room. Hmm he never did ask her out. I wonder why. Oh yeah maybe he doesn't want to do it in front of Ron. And what did Ron mean when he said 'Your time is up.' Was Ron timing him and if Harry wasted al of his time then Ron could get his chance?

Ron turned to follow him. What is going on? I thought he wanted her too.

"Ron, talk to me, won't you?"

"Nope."

I start to feel sorry for her before I catch myself.

"Why not? Did I do something wrong?"

At that he scoffed.

"Ron, I can't make things better if you won't tell me what's bothering you."

"You're bothering me. Look, are we done here?"

"No. We are far from done, Ronald Weasley."

I can't help but grin at that glimmer of the old Hermione. I miss her calling him Ronald.

"We won't be done until we fix whatever your problem is with me."

"What if I don't want to fix it?"

"And what if I do?"

"What if I don't give a shit about what you want?"

"What if I told you I love you"

Ron went pale.

"And what if I said I didn't care?"

"You're joking!"

"No I'm completely serious, I have no feelings for you whatsoever. I think it's best if we just go our seperate ways before this turns into something it shouldn't be."

Hermione glares at me. She really thought Ron loved her after I told her he and Harry were fighting over her. Her eyes are extremely glossy. She turned back to him.

"I'll change. If that's what you want. What do you want me to be? You want me to be innocent, I'll be that for you. You want me to be intellectual or- or- anything? Anything you want me to be, I promise it's what I'll be for you. Just don't leave me again."

"I don't want you to be anything but the best you that you can be, okay. I don't want you to change for me. You're obviously content with what you want to be," he said with a look of disgust

And he walked away from her as tears spilled down her cheeks and onto the floor.

Now what do we do? I can't stand her. I can't stand Ron. Ron hates me. I'm ticked off at Harry. Harry loves Hermione. And my mum is getting old! What else can possibly go wrong?


A/N- WOWZERS!! I don't know what to say about that. Thank you for reading. Hopefully I'll have thought up the next chapter for you. LOVE YOU ALL!!! i gotta go finish packing. Please review!!

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