Disclaimer: All characters of this story do not belong to me. All credit goes to the queen herself, JK Rowling.

Warnings: This is a Dramione fanfic. With Romione as well. Please don't hate me if you support/hate one or the other.

CHAPTER ELEVEN: A Revelation to Ron

Ron ran outside of his attic bedroom and down the stairs of the burrow. As he spiraled down the stairs, he bumped into Ginny, who had just stepped outside her bedroom.

"Geeze, Ron!" Ginny said, exasperated. "What's gotten into you?"

"I thought Malfoy had to talk to Mum!" Ron panted. "You didn't say he had to talk to 'Mione too!"

Ginny had a funny look on her face. She looked like she was about to tear down a brick wall.

"He didn't say anything about Hermione!" Ginny protested. "Is he still here? I'd like to give him a piece of my mind.."

Ron shook his head. "He just left."

Ginny's jaw jerked as she clenched her teeth. "I'm gonna go get Harry and tell him –"

"Why?" Ron asked. "I don't really understand why you're so concerned with this, Ginny. I just asked you because you forgot to mention the fact that Malfoy wanted to talk to Hermione too."

"I didn't know that he wanted to talk to Hermione!" Ginny shouted. "I even told him , I threatened that if he got a step closer to you guys that I would hex him!"

Ron had a confused look on his face. "What is your problem, Ginny? He didn't do anything, there's no need to threaten to hex him! Although he was hugging 'Mione, and a nice hex would put on quite a show."

"He hugged her?" Ginny asked, surprised. The fire returned in her eyes.

"Yeah, I was bloody mad about it too," Ron said. "I was just running to find 'Mione so she could explain, but you got in my way."

"What's with all the shouting?" Harry had evidently heard the conversation between his wife and his best friend, and he walked up the stairs to the entrance of Ginny's room. "I couldn't help but overhear my name."

"Ron's said that he saw Malfoy outside," Ginny said through her teeth. "Hugging Hermione."

"Oh, really?" Harry said. "Well, erm, I wonder what Draco had to say to your Mum."

"Obviously he didn't have to discuss anything with Mum!" Ginny exclaimed. "He lied straight to my face, that spawny git, just to get to Hermione!"

"What is your problem, Ginny?" Ron said, appalled at his sister's angry tone of voice. "You honestly have nothing against Malfoy, so I don't know why you're involving yourself in something that isn't even that big of a deal."

"Yes it's a big deal!" Ginny defended. "If you found out that someone was in love with your wife I think you'd find it quite a big deal—"

"GINNY!" Harry yelped. But it was too late.

"What did you say?" Ron asked.

Harry exchanged looks with Ginny, secretly wishing he hadn't joined their conversation. But it was too late – he had gotten himself in, and he couldn't get himself out without telling Ron the truth.

"Harry," Ron said, turning to him and breaking the silence. "What is Ginny talking about?"

Harry thought carefully, trying to sum up his thoughts into sentences.

"Ron," he said, trying to ease his tone of voice as best as he could. "Do you remember anything about your wedding night?"

Ron looked offended. "Of course I would remember my own wedding! Who do you think I am? Some wild old prat?"

Harry shook his head. "Do you remember the entire night? The reception and all?"

Ron thought for a moment, and then finally shook his head. "Some of the night is a bit foggy to me right now," Ron said, and then added reassuringly, "But I'm sure it'll come back to me by the end of the night."

"Well," Ginny finally chimed in, looking at Harry as if she were asking for approval to speak. "You sort of downed an entire bottle of firewhiskey. You were drunk within minutes."

"Blimey really?" Ron asked, surprised but seeming to expect his behavior. "I hope I didn't do anything to upset 'Mione…"

Harry shook his head. "Nothing that she saw."

A silence occurred between the three. There was Harry, who almost fully regretted what he had just said, Ginny, who was looking back and forth from Harry to Ron, and Ron, who was pondering over what Harry had just said. He gave him a confused look for a moment, and then he spoke.

"What do you mean 'nothing that she saw?'" Ron asked, almost demanding.

"You sort of," Ginny stuttered. "You punched Malfoy."

"Well I wish I would have remembered that, it would have been some bloody fun." Ron said, laughing. "Why'd I punch him, anyway?"

Ginny looked at Harry, raising an eyebrow, nudging him to speak.

Ron thought for a moment.

"Hold on – 'if you found out that someone was in love with your wife' – are you trying to say that Malfoy is still in love with Hermione? You think that he still loves her? There's no flying chance!"

Harry watched as his best friend's face turned a fiery shade of red. He didn't want to tell him what Draco had told him last night.

But it was too late – Ginny had already spilled the secret.

"We don't think it – we know it," she stated.

"Ginny!" Harry shouted, but she continued.

"He told Harry that he was still in love with her."

Ron's face matched the color of his hair, but surprisingly, his anger wasn't toward Harry.

"I need a word with Hermione," he said, pushing past Harry and Ginny and walking down the stairs. "I knew this marriage was a mistake."

"Ron, no!" Harry ran after him. "It's not her fault!"

Ginny followed closely behind as Harry chased his best friend down the stairs. Harry wondered where everyone was – the house was surprisingly empty. Maybe they were on the family's broomsticks, George teaching Mr. and Mrs. Granger how to play two-a-side quidditch…

Harry had lost his thought for a moment, and he didn't realize that Ron had stopped dead in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs. He ran into Ron, with Ginny running right into his own back. They all toppled to the ground, Ron cursing under his breath.

As they stood up, Harry noticed that someone was standing at the foot of the steps.

It was Hermione, a bottle of Dittany in her blood-covered hand, her chocolate brown eyes full of tears.

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