A/N Thanks to reviewers:

Zeropolis79: Thanks, I think it was a good way to round off a chapter!

SierraPotter: Lol, thanks for liking the chapter, but don't worry, I'm not trying to make you like Ginny. To be honest I don't like her myself, she's playing with Harry a lot, don't you think?!?! Grrr to her! Lol!

Kp: Hhmm… I didn't say she found 'the place' yet… She's looking for it. She just doesn't want to be lonely anymore, so she asked Harry to stay with her. See what I mean about her playing with him???

More Truth

"Harry! Wake up!"

Ginny's whispering panic finally jolted Harry awake and he opened his eyes to see her with a towel rapped around herself, her hair soaking wet. She looked beautiful.

"What's wrong?" He croaked in his early morning voice.

"Ron's looking for you!" She replied in a panic.

"So?" He asked, flipping his legs out of the bed.

"He'll go mad if he finds you here!" She said, trying to pull him up.

"Why?" He asked in a comic fashion, finding the whole things rather funny. He didn't care if Ron knew about it; he was going to tell him anyway!

"Just leave, and don't let him see you!" She said, fumbling with her towel around her naked body.

Harry laughed and stood. He walked over to her and took one hand, "Ginny…"

"Get out!" She suddenly shouted.

Harry's smile dropped slowly from a smile to a blank. He let go of her hand which fell to her shaking side. Without saying a word, he turned and picked up his t-shirt from the end of the bed.

"Harry…" Ginny tried.

"NO! Just, leave me alone," He said as he walked out of the room.

As he closed the door behind him he put his back to it and heaved a sigh. He was about to blink out the tears that were fast approaching, but when he saw Hermione running up the stairs, he swallowed them down and turned to walk towards his own room.

"Harry!" She called behind him.

He quickly swallowed again and turned to face her.

"Where have you been?" She asked, not waiting for a reply to carry on. "Ron's been looking all over for you, I don't know why… But he says he needs to talk to you urgently."

"Oh, right," He replied, struggling to take in the information over his high pressured emotions.

"Harry!"

Ginny's bedroom door burst open as she began to run out. But at the sight of Hermione she pulled her towel back up and hid behind her door.

"You ok Gin? You're all red!" Hermione exclaimed at the sight of Ginny's tear strewn face. Then Harry saw the realisation on his friends face as she looked at his clothes, and her wet face. He was still in yesterdays clothes and Ginny had been crying. It must have looked bad from Hermione's point of view.

"Do you two…" Hermione started to ask, signalling that they should talk to each other.

Harry saw Ginny's mouth open to say yes, but he said "No," much quicker and he walked off in the opposite direction.

However, as he was walking, he heard Hermione ask Ginny, "Did you tell him then?" And another short, 'No', was the answer.

Almost an hour later, when Harry was cleanly dressed, Ron finally found him out in the garden. He suggested that they go for a short walk while he spoke to him.

After about half an hour of making small talk, Harry noticed that Ron was getting very jumpy and not really concentrating on the subjects they were talking about. And although Harry wasn't really in the mood to offer help at the very moment, he decided to see what was wrong.

"Ron, are you ok?" He asked, stopping by a large green bush with purple flowers growing on it.

"Well," Ron replied, looking around as if to make sure no one could hear them, "I wanted to ask you something…"

"Yeah…" Harry replied, a little worried at Ron's anxiousness.

"Mate… I… Well… Listen, you know me and Hermione are… together…" Ron stumbled over the words like he was trying to climb a mountain.

"Yeah…" Harry said again.

"Well how would you feel if… Well if…"

"What?!" Harry shouted, getting very impatient.

"If I asked her to marry me…" Ron said quickly.

Harry's face erupted into a smile and he grabbed Ron around the arms so that he could hardly move.

"That's amazing!" He said loudly, "Why did you have to ask me?"

Ron gave an awkward smile and replied, "Well, we've always been a bit of a trio really haven't we?"

"A bit of?" Harry cut in sarcastically.

"Yeah… Well I didn't want you to feel, left out…"

"Ron, it's not like I'm going to marry you as well, is it?" He laughed. "And it will be about time too! You've waited ages!"

Ron suddenly went very silent and started at his feet.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"I… I was, waiting for you, to get back…" He replied quietly.

Harry's breath started to catch somewhere far below his mouth, but he managed to get out, "You, you waited for me?"

"I knew you'd come back some day, mate, and I didn't want you to miss it." Ron replied easily.

"But what if I'd been gone another ten years?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Then Hermione would have had to have waited."

"Ron… I… I'm so…"

"You don't have to say you're sorry," Ron cut in, reading Harry's mind, "I don't blame you for going away. I blame Ginny."

Harry couldn't think of anything to say to tat, it was her fault after all, so he carried on walking back towards the Burrow. It was a while since either of them spoke again; but when they were close to the house Ron asked, "Where were you this morning mate?"

"Why?" Harry asked. This question was very randomly asked and had put Harry off whatever he was thinking in an instant.

"Well, I was looking for you for ages, that's all," Ron shrugged.

Harry stopped walking again and gathered his thought. The truth or another lie? He had to stop lying to Ron, he couldn't stand it anymore. Ron had been through so much just because of him, and he didn't deserve anymore lies. But Ginny didn't want Ron to know for some reason… Then again… Harry was angry with her…

"I was with Ginny," He said slowly.

"What?" Ron asked vehemently.

"Well, I stayed in her room last night," Harry explained, adding quickly, "But nothing happened!"

"That little bitch…" Ron muttered.

"What?"

"Did she tell you not to tell me?" Ron asked angrily.

"Yeah…"

"She knew I'd be angry," Ron said, more to himself than to Harry, shaking his head.

"What have you got to be angry about? I thought you'd be happy we made up!" Harry said. "Well, I thought we made up, but she shouted at me this morning, told me to get out of her room…"

"Mate," Ron started, looking Harry solidly in the eyes, "You have to tell her to explain what's been going on. You have to make her. She'll never tell you if you don't!"

"Tell me what?!" Harry asked, angry that Ron again, knew something he didn't.

"I can't tell you mate, Hermione made me promise not to!"

"You always break promises to her!"

"Not anymore! You haven't been here for a year Harry! Things change! Relationships change!" Ron yelled at him.

And with that he walked off back to the Burrow. Leaving Harry standing puzzled on the spot. What was it that Ginny hadn't told him? This day was turning out to be a complete rollercoaster ride of emotions, and Harry had a feeling that the ride was going to take a turn for the worst.

After dinner that night, Harry knocked on the door of Ginny's bedroom. He was getting so accustomed to doing it that it was almost second nature to him now. She hadn't been in the house all day, so this was the first chance he had gotten to talk to her. He didn't know where she'd been; he expected she had gone to Diagon Ally for something. Or to meet up with old school friends. Something of the sort anyway…

"Come in," Came a tired reply from inside the room, and Harry walked in.

Upon seeing Harry, Ginny jumped up from her desk and covered something up that she was writing with a book. "Harry!" She yelped, obviously surprised to see him. "I didn't think you'd want to talk to me."

"What's been going on?" He asked, without even so much as a 'hello'.

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked edgily, now sitting on top of her desk.

"Don't pretend anymore," He said, "Ron told me you have something to tell me."

"Oh did he?" She replied, blood rushing to her face from anger at her brother.

"What is it?" He asked again.

Suddenly Ginny's tense figure slumped and she stood up off her desk, apparently too tired to keep pretending. "Oh Harry," She said, "I've been meaning to tell you ever since you got back. But I couldn't find the right time…"

"Don't even start with the 'right time' thing. I've been in here most nights and there's been just me and you, so you could have told me," Harry argued.

"Just let me finish ok?! I thought you came here to find out!" She shouted. Harry went silent and she carried on. "Look, you were gone a long time. And I didn't think you were ever going to come back. So I…" Tears started to build in her eyes and one or two fell down her cheeks, "I started to… I'm seeing someone…"

Harry stood for a moment, silent and disbelieving. But when she said nothing all he could ask was, "What?"

"I've been with someone for about three months and then you showed up and…"

"And you didn't have the decency to tell me?" He said more than asked.

"I didn't want to hurt you!" She tried, more tears rolling down her face.

"And you thought finding out this late wouldn't hurt me?!" He shouted loudly, striding up to her.

She squeaked and ran backwards to the wall. He squared up to her and was breathing heavily.

"Who is he?" Harry asked violently.

"I'm not telling you," She shook her head.

"I'm not going to kill him!" He spat out.

"I wouldn't be so sure."

Harry slapped her round the face again and pushed her back so that she hit the wall with quite some force.

"Get out…" Ginny cried, holding her face.

"Tell me who he is," Harry ordered.

"No way."

Harry stared at her for a moment and then turned around and walked away from her. Tears flooded his face as he struggled to say a sentence.

"How could you?" He cried.

"You were the one that went away!" Ginny shouted behind him.

"No! Last night…" He started, "You got my hopes up when you knew you were just humouring me!" Then something dawned on him, "That's where you've been today isn't it!"

"I… I hadn't seen him since before you got back…" Ginny replied quietly.

"Did you miss him?" He cried.

There was a pause before Ginny said, "Harry, I hate to see you cry…"

"Did you?" He repeated.

Another pause. "No… Not as much as I missed you…"

Harry wiped his face before walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked as he put his hand on the handle.

"I don't know."

He went to open the door, but it burst open in front of him, hitting him on the head and knocking him over, only to hit the back of his head in the wooden part of Ginny's bed.

"Harry!" Ginny ran forwards and put her hands on his head, but then everything went blank.

A/N Oohh a cliffy! Who opened the door on Harry? Is he ok?! What's going to happen?!?! I think it's good. But that Ginny is so awful isn't she? Thanks for reading!