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Chapter 10: Knowing

You think you know it all

But you don't know a thing at all

Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me

You don't know a thing about me

Ginny couldn't help but wonder if she was ever going to wake up without feeling like she was pushed into traffic. She slowly blinked open her eyes and the sterile room that filled her vision let her know where she was. Ginny let out a groan while sitting up on the bed, and wanted to know if it was too much to ask for one bloody good day. No arguments, no passing out, no tears, no crazy exes.

The hospital room door slowly creaked opened, and Hermione walked in. "How are you feeling?"

Ginny lay back down. "Confused. How did I get here?"

Hermione pulled chair up next to the bed and sat down. "I came to talk to you, and found you on the floor passed out. The healers say you passed out from an overload of stress and lack of sleep."

Ginny let out a humorless laugh. "Overload of stress? More like an avalanche of it. When can I go home?"

"The healers said you could leave as soon as you woke up, and that you're to try to get as much rest as possible for the next few days."

"Bloody fantastic! Let's go!" Ginny got up, and looked around for her clothes. After she got dressed she noticed Hermione was sitting in the chair with her head down. "What's wrong Hermione?"

Hermione let out a pitiful whimper as tears fell from her eyes. "I'm such a horrible friend!"

"No you're not. You've been there for me more times than I can count," Ginny said as she placed her arms around Hermione.

"I told Harry and Ron about you being with someone else that night, and that it was his memory that you erased."

The hand rubbing Hermione's shoulder stopped moving. "Did you tell them who I was with that night?" Ginny asked.

Hermione turned to face Ginny. "NO! I was able to stop my stupid mouth from blurting out a name." Hermione stood up quickly and began to pace the room. "I just couldn't take that stupid prat making you seem like a liar."

Ginny sighed. "I appreciate you thinking so kindly about me, but I am a liar. I hate to think about the things I've done, but my daughter comes first now, and if I didn't use the obliviate charm that night who knows what would have happened next." Ginny walked up to Hermione and looked her in the eyes. "I swear to you Hermione, I really did believe Matthew was Molly's father. I never wanted to imagine otherwise."

Hermione hugged Ginny. "I believe you, Ginny. You have to find a way to fix this mess, and I'll help anyway I can."

Hermione walked into the door of the home she shared with Ron with no small amount of trepidation. She knew Ron would be full of questions, but she also knew she couldn't answer them all.

Hermione had just sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea when Ron came walked into the room.

"Where have you been?" asked a red faced Ron.

Hermione froze. Ron reminded her of so much at that moment she couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her lips.

Ron placed his hands on his hips. "You think this is funny? You drop one hell of a bloody secret, yell at our best mate, storm out of the house, and now you're bloody laughing.

Hermione only laughed a bit harder. "I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley."

The most puzzled look covered Ron's face. "?"

"Yes. You have never reminded of your mother more than right now with your hands on your hips, yelling."

A smile spread across Ron's face. "I should feel insulted…" Ron walked over to Hermione and pulled her up out of her chair. "but since it made you smile I let it pass."

Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron. "I'm sorry about earlier. I'm not trying to keep secrets, but the story isn't mine to tell. I don't want to betray your sister's trust."

Ron let out a long sigh. "I just hate seeing Harry feeling that way, and I hate thinking there's something going on with my sister that might cause problems, for her and others."

"I know. I love them both dearly, but they need to work this out. I can't tell you everything, but I can honestly say your sister never intentionally hurt Harry. There are things going on right now that not even Ginny understands. All we can do is be here for them both," Even as Hermione said it she looked as though it killed her to have a problem in front of her that she couldn't fix.

Ron leaned down until his lips were only a breath away from Hermione's. "I have a problem you can help me fix."

Just as their lips met they were interrupted by a cough. Ron and Hermione looked behind them to see Harry staring at them with a sheepish look.

"I'm sorry."

Hermione pulled away from Ron. "It's alright Harry."

Harry stepped forward. "I don't mean for interrupting. Although, I am sorry about that too. I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have yelled at you, or accused you of anything. I don't want this…situation between Ginny and I to get in the way of my friendship with you two."

Hermione threw herself at Harry, and hugged the life out of him. "Oh Harry! I'm sorry too. I know this is hard for you. You and Ginny really need to sit down, and talk this out."

Harry pulled away from Hermione. "I can't talk to her right now. Just…just give me some time."

2 Weeks later

Ginny was proud of herself. She managed to avoid Harry for the past two weeks, and she's had two weeks of waking up without the run over feeling. The weekly Weasley Sunday dinner was going to break her streak because she ran out of excuses on why she couldn't attend.

Her main concern is what will happen when Harry does manage to corner her about Molly's paternity. Ginny knew the answer, and she knew it would stir up a cauldron of trouble if anyone found out. Someone out there wanted to cause her trouble, but she wasn't sure why.

"Ginny, go outside and help Hermione set the table," Called Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny sighed. All she wanted to do was go home, and spend time with her daughter until she found a way out of this mess called her life.

"I can't. I need to check on Molly," Ginny answered.

Mrs. Weasley waved a dismissive hand at Ginny. "She's fine. Harry was reading her a story."

Ginny didn't know whether to feel relieved or worried.

Harry placed the book down on the floor next to him. "I think it's time we go see if it's time to eat." Harry went to help Molly up, but noticed she was looking down, and plucking at her dress.

"What's wrong Molly?"

Molly let out a small sniffle. "I didn't like that story."

"Why not?" asked Harry.

Molly turned to face him, and he saw the tears shinning in her eyes. "The daddy in the story always called the little girl in the story his princess. I don't have a daddy to call me his princess."

Harry gathered Molly into his arms. "You can be my princess, Molly. Would you like that?"

Molly nodded her head, and hugged Harry tighter.

Neither one heard the creak of the floorboard as someone backed out of the room, or the sobs they tried to hide as they ran.

Dinner held all of its usual Weasley flare with a bonus fight thrown in for good measure.

Harry was torn between anger, and sadness. After a week of brooding and thinking he was ready to talk to Ginny, but she was avoiding him. He desperately wanted to know if he was Molly's father, and the incident with the book only made his need grow stronger. Harry didn't want to go behind Ginny's back about a paternity test, but she might leave him with no choice.

Harry leaned forward to talk to Ginny who sat across from him. "Ginny! Ginny!" She turned to look at him, and didn't look happy to do so. "Can we meet somewhere tomorrow to talk?"

"I have nothing to say to you," Ginny hissed causing other conversations to stop.

"I think you should have plenty to say to me," Harry said in a raised voice.

Hermione who sat next to Ginny was glad the kids had already finished eating, and had gone off to play because she didn't have a good feeling about this.

Ginny's face turned red. "Maybe I would have something to say to you if I knew you would shut up long enough to truly listen."

Harry was becoming impatient. "Can we meet to talk tomorrow? I don't think this is the time or place."

"Oh well, let me think…NO!"

Harry leaned forward and spoke in a low steely voice. "You owe me."

Ginny jumped up from the table. She opened her mouth to retort, but closed it and stomped away from the table, and into the kitchen.

Ginny began to pace the kitchen. She needed to calm down. She wasn't ready to talk to Harry. Especially after the conversation she overheard. Ginny knew she owed him an explanation, but her pride was getting in the way.

The door slammed opened, and Harry stormed in. "What the HELL is your problem? I only wanted to meet to talk, and you're treating me like I'm the one who screwed up. In case you've forgotten you're the one who screwed up, not me."

Ginny whirled around to face Harry. "I've made plenty of mistakes, but lying to you was never one of them. I already answered the one question you want to know, but you didn't believe me. You're not Molly's father."

Harry quickly advanced towards Ginny. "How can I believe you when I saw the proof?"

Ginny let out a humorless laugh. "You of all people should know that memories can be tampered with, but you would rather believe the worse of me."

"Lately all I see when I look at you is a woman who slept around so much she doesn't know who her daughter's father is." Ginny reached up to slap Harry, but he caught her arm before she could.

"If you really think so little of me, then you never really knew me," Ginny yanked her arm free before walking away.

Ginny couldn't wait to get home, take a bath, and spend time with Molly, but first she had to pick up a book Molly wanted for story night. Ginny kept replaying her fight with Harry from last night as she walked down the streets of Diagon Alley. If she had been paying attention she could have possibly avoided her next encounter.

"Well, look who's showing their face in public after all the trouble she's caused."

Ginny stopped, closed her eyes, and counted to ten before turning around. "Hello Cho! Shouldn't you be off with your latest rich boyfriend, robbing him blind?"

Cho laughed. "I'm meeting my new boyfriend later. You know him quite well as a matter of fact."

"I would love to stay and chat, but I have better things to do, like scrub my toilet." Ginny began to walk away, but Cho's next words stopped her cold.

"How did you like my letters? I think it's time everyone knew just how trashy you are."

Ginny saw nothing but a red haze in front of her eyes before she attacked Cho, not bothering to reach for her wand first.