Yeah...well....this story has about two or three more chapters after this, and then an epilogue, I guess. Then I'll have to come up with a new plot for a new fic (oh, creativity...horror of horrors!) So anyways...I know I promised that this would be *the* Ginny chapter. So I hope I can live up to that ::gulps::
It was about a week into the Christmas holiday, and Ginny, sitting up in Gryffindor tower by the fireplace, was doing some serious thinking. About Harry. Something about him was...different. No, different wasn't the word for it, she decided. Unusual? No... Odd? No... Suspicious? Yes, that was it. Suspicious. But what exactly was suspicious, she couldn't put her finger on, and it was bothering her constantly.
She was torn from her thoughts as somebody plopped down on the couch beside her.
"Harry," she smiled, looking up as he put his arm around her. "What's up?" She was glad that he was here; maybe she could ask him about whatever it was that was bugging her. But before he could even answer her first question, or she could ask another, Hermione walked over.
"Hey guys," she said. "Can you make some room for me?" Ginny's heart sank--with Hermione here, there was no way that she could talk to Harry; Ginny always felt nervous when she was around.
"Sure," said Harry, scooting over to clear a spot for her.
"Have you seen Ron around?" asked Hermione curiously, scanning the common room for the tall redheaded boy.
"He came in a few minutes ago," replied Ginny. "But I think he headed back out again. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing," said Hermione, exchanging a hasty glance with Harry.
"What?" inquired Ginny, looking at the two guilty faces sharing the couch with her. "What is it?"
"What is what?" said Harry, trying to look confused. "Ginny, perhaps you had a bit too much to drink in Hogsmeade today. Speaking of Hogsmeade...did either of you buy anything while you were in town?"
Ginny sighed. Harry was horrible at trying to cover something up, but she decided to wait until Hermione left to confront him about it. In the meantime, she just played along and joined in the conversation.
~*~
Much to Ginny's dismay, it was far past midnight when Hermione got up and left, and Harry went to bed promptly after that, robbing Ginny of any opportunity to talk to him personally. She was just about to head up to the dorms herself when Ron walked in through the portrait hole.
"Hey, Ron," she said, turning around. "Where have you been?" When he turned up his face to look at her, though, she was quite startled by the look it wore.
"Ron, are you okay?" she asked, concerned. "Is something wrong?" There was a long pause before Ron answered.
"Ginny," he said, and then paused. "Are you happy with Harry?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Does there seem to be anything, oh, I dunno...weird about him lately? Like he's trying to cover something up?"
"Of course not," she said quickly, but her mind was racing, thinking back to that something that had been nagging her.
"Have you been noticing all the time he's been spending with somebody lately?" he asked.
"No," she said slowly, wondering where this conversation was heading.
"Nothing weird. At all?" asked Ron skeptically. Ginny shook her head.
"Ron, what are you getting at?" she said.
"What am I getting at? What I'm getting at, Ginny, is that there is something weird going on between Harry and Hermione!" he spat.
"Hermione?!" laughed Ginny incredulously. "No...she would never do that...we're friends! I don't know how you could ever suspect such a thing of your two best friends, Ron!"
"I know, but it's the truth," he said firmly.
"Listen, if you don't want me to go out with Harry, just come out and say it!" cried Ginny. "But don't go around making up lies!"
"Hey, don't kill the messenger," said Ron, and then walked up the spiral staircases to the boys' dorm.
~*~
Ginny was on the verge of tears as she climbed up to her bed. Ron was lying. He had to be lying. There was absolutely no way that he could not be lying. Ah, but wait, she reminded herself. What about that little suspicious something that was bothering you about Harry. Yes, you remember...the one you were going to ask him about? Don't pretend like nothing was there...if Ron is telling the truth, that could be what was strange about him.
But Harry would never do something like that! she argued with herself. He's just not that kind of person...well, at least I don't think he's that kind of person, anyway. And honestly, could you imagine Hermione sneaking around with him when she knows that he has a girlfriend? Absolutely not!
And, with that, she tried her hardest to put the thought to rest but instead just succeed in having a very sleepless night.
~*~
The next morning when Ginny got out of bed she was anything but tired. She had done some serious "soul-searching" as her mother would refer to it, and decided to confront Harry that very morning at breakfast.
"Hey Ginny," said Jewel as she woke. "You're up early today."
"Not really," replied Ginny, practically bouncing across the room to read the clock. "It's only seven o'clock!"
"And hyper, too," Jewel noted as she pulled fresh robes from the bureau. "You must have had one good night's sleep."
"Actually, I didn't sleep a wink," Ginny informed her as she slipped into her clothes.
"Gin, are you sure you're okay?" asked Jewel, concerned. "Maybe you'd better go see Madame Pomfrey..."
"I feel absolutely wonderful," exclaimed Ginny as she bounded out the door and down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
~*~
"Good morning, Harry," Ginny greeted him happily as she joined him that morning at the Gryffindor table.
"'Morning, Ginny," he said, reaching for the orange juice. "Toast?" he offered.
"No thanks," she said politely. "What I really want is--" She was interrupted by Ron sitting next to Ginny.
"Hey Gin," he said, patting her on the head as he stole her eggs. "I hope you weren't hungry."
"Not really," she said, rolling her eyes and passing her plate over to him.
"What were you saying?" Harry asked, turning back to Ginny.
"What I was saying was--"
"Hi guys," said Hermione, taking a seat on Harry's other side and interrupting Ginny again. "What's up?"
"Ginny was just telling me something," said Harry. "By the way, what was it?"
"Well," Ginny said, but faltered. All the courage that she had built up since last night suddenly drained from her body, and she couldn't bring herself to ask Harry about what Ron had told her the previous evening, especially since Hermione and Ron were here. "I was just wondering if...er..." She racked her mind for something to say. "Maybe we could go out for a walk after breakfast?"
"I'd love to go," Hermione exclaimed. Ginny's heart sank--the invitation had not been intended for Hermione.
"But it's freezing outside!" protested Ron. "And it's been snowing all week long."
"That's what coats are for, Ron," Harry said. "Let me go upstairs and grab an extra one before we leave, and I'd be happy to go."
"Okay," said Ginny, but she already felt that her plan had failed before it even started.
~*~
"It was a lovely idea for you to suggest a walk," Hermione said as she walked next to Harry.
"It's incredibly beautiful, even if it is incredibly cold," agreed Ginny, slipping her mittened hand into Harry's gloved one. Ron, standing beside Ginny, looked disgusted.
"What are you trying to do?" Ron whispered to Ginny, leaning over. Ginny shrugged.
"Dunno...seemed like a good idea at the time," she replied. She turned back to talk to Harry, but he was already deeply engaged in conversation with Hermione. Ginny sighed...this would never do.
"I think I'm going to go back into the castle," said Ron suddenly. Harry and Hermione didn't seem to notice, but Ginny certainly did.
"Ron!" she exclaimed. "Why don't you stay out here with us? It wouldn't be the same without you, right Harry?" she asked, tugging on his hand slightly.
"What?" he said, turning around. "Oh, no, of course it wouldn't."
"It wouldn't what?" asked Hermione curiously, looking in their direction, too.
"It wouldn't be the same if Ron went back up to the castle instead of walk with us," Ginny said, annoyed that they hadn't been listening.
"Oh, yes, it's simply wonderful to have us all here together," she said, but when she went to look for Ron he had already headed back around the lake without them noticing.
"Ron!" yelled Harry, but Ron was set in his course and didn't turn back around.
"Er...would you guys mind if I go see if I can bring him back?" Ginny inquired. Harry and Hermione's eyes met briefly.
"No," said Hermione.
"Okay," Ginny said. "I'll be right back." She let go of Harry's hand and raced to catch up with Ron.
~*~
Ginny's lungs stung from the icy cold air by the time she met Ron at the front steps.
"Where are you going?" she asked, breathing heavily from her run.
"Back inside. Isn't that what I told you?" he replied.
"Is it okay if I come in with you?" asked Ginny.
"What about your walk?" Ron said, nodding in the direction of Harry and Hermione. Ginny shrugged.
"I dunno, it was getting pretty boring," she said. "And cold," she added, rushing into the warm entrance hall.
~*~
"So..." said Harry as he and Hermione walked alone along the lake in the bitter cold.
"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked curiously.
"What am I thinking about?" Harry said. "Well..." He stopped. "I'm thinking about the day we...you know...broke up."
"And?"
"And," he continued, "all of the feeling that were still there. All of the feelings that didn't have a chance to sort themselves out."
"Oh," Hermione said thoughtfully. "You know, I've been thinking about that, lately, too..." She looked up, her soft brown eyes meeting his brilliant green ones.
"Really?" Harry asked, hoping his excitement didn't show in his voice. So, he thought to himself, your plan was a success, wasn't it?
"Yeah, really." Hermione brushed a stray lock of brown hair out of her face nervously. No longer able to contain himself, Harry took Hermione's hands into his and, bringing her face close to his, kissed her. Hermione seemed surprised at first, but made no objections.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that," said Harry, straightening up.
"But...but what about Ginny?" asked Hermione concerned.
"You should never let anything stand in the way of true love, Hermione," he said softly, and kissed her again.
~*~
Ginny sat in the Gryffindor common room, curled up in a windowsill beside the fireplace with a book and a cup of hot cocoa.
"Hey Ginny," said Jewel, sitting down in an armchair across from her. "Where's Harry?"
"He's out walking with Hermione," Ginny replied, looking out the window toward the lake. As she did, the sight that met her eyes almost made her scream, but she stopped herself just in time.
Harry was kissing Hermione.
Wait, wait, wait, she told herself. That can't be happening. You're just imagining it; they're just talking like before.
"Gin?" asked Jewel concerned. "Are you okay? You look kind of pale."
"I'm fine," Ginny assured her. "Just warming up...it's awfully cold outside." She peered back out the window and was relived to see Harry and Hermione walking side by side again. But, to her horror, a moment later they leaned back together and if they weren't kissing, well, Ginny decided she was just going crazy. After all, what else do you call it when two people are so close together that they're lips touch?
~*~
Ginny kept her seat by the fire, awaiting Harry and Hermione's return. She had never felt so horrible about anything in her whole life. She was so sure of what she had seen, and yet she wouldn't let herself believe it. Harry and Hermione were her best friends and they would never do anything like that to her. It must have been some trick of the light, reflecting off the snow, she told herself. Yes, that would do. A trick of the light. But still...
She turned around as the two walked in, cheeks rosy red from the stinging cold outside. Hermione headed up to her dorm almost immediately, but Harry made his way toward the fire.
"Ginny." He looked down at where she sat in the window.
"Harry." She swallowed nervously, hoping against hope that she hadn't seen what she thought she'd seen outside.
"We...er...we need to talk," he said, offering her his gloved hand. She slipped in hers, still wearing her mittens, and followed him outside the common room.
"I...um..." started Harry. "It's kind of hard for me to tell you this..."
"Tell me what?" asked Ginny, her voice quavering slightly; she already knew what he was going to say.
"Hermione and I..." He trailed off and looked at Ginny.
"Yes?" Ginny pressed on.
"We...um..." Harry pushed his glasses up the bridge of him nose and ran his fingers through his hair thoughtfully. "We've decided to get back together," he blurted out. He looked at Ginny quickly to see her reaction.
"Oh," she said simply, as nonchalantly as she could. "I see."
"Are-are you okay? I mean, are you okay with that?"
"What? Oh yes, of course...whatever's best for you." She gave his hand a quick squeeze before dropping it and heading back down the corridor.
~*~
Harry stood in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, not quite sure of what to do. He was surprised that Ginny had taken it so well, but there was a slight twang of guilt as the last few minute's events ran through his mind.
Ginny didn't seem to mind, so why should I? he told himself and brushed it off at that. He was just about to walk back into the common room when the portrait swung open and the last person he wanted to see stepped out.
Ron Weasley.
"Hey, Harry," said Ron, continuing down the hall. Harry breathed a sigh of relief; he had been prepared to receive the beating of his life.
"Hi Ron," Harry replied.
"Have you seen Ginny?" Ron asked before he turned the corner. "Mum's sent a letter for her but I can't find her."
"Ginny?" asked Harry. Damn, he thought to himself. He hoped the conversation wouldn't go over to this. "She's...um...well...um..."
Ron stopped suddenly and looked at Harry.
"You did it, didn't you?" he said, slowly retracing his steps. "You finally did it."
Harry stood by the wall silently. After hanging out with Ron for almost seven years now, he had learned when it was best to shut up.
"I hope you're pleased with yourself, Harry Potter," spat Ron, now standing in front of Harry. "Then you're back with Hermione, I trust?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah," he said, taking his chances at talking.
"And Ginny?"
"She's fine. She took it incredibly well," Harry told him. Ron just stared.
"Oh, hell!" he shouted finally. "I'll be damned if she isn't sitting somewhere crying her eyes out right now!"
"Ron," Harry sighed exasperatedly. "Listen to me for a minute, will you?"
"No, I won't," Ron said disgustedly. "Why don't you go talk to Hermione, though, I'm sure she'd be happy to listen."
"I think I'll do just that," Harry replied coldly, and, telling the Fat Lady the password, climbed into the common room as he saw Ron stomp off down the corridor.
A/N Well! Well well well. People always talk about how Ron would react to Harry dating Ginny, but I dunno if anyone ever brought up them breaking up...good reason, too, it isn't very pretty 0_o Um...I know that some of the characters seem a little OOC, but just try to imagine them when their hormones kick in, eh? Hehehe...actually, that's a very amusing thought ::giggles:: Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and the next chapter should be out soon!
It was about a week into the Christmas holiday, and Ginny, sitting up in Gryffindor tower by the fireplace, was doing some serious thinking. About Harry. Something about him was...different. No, different wasn't the word for it, she decided. Unusual? No... Odd? No... Suspicious? Yes, that was it. Suspicious. But what exactly was suspicious, she couldn't put her finger on, and it was bothering her constantly.
She was torn from her thoughts as somebody plopped down on the couch beside her.
"Harry," she smiled, looking up as he put his arm around her. "What's up?" She was glad that he was here; maybe she could ask him about whatever it was that was bugging her. But before he could even answer her first question, or she could ask another, Hermione walked over.
"Hey guys," she said. "Can you make some room for me?" Ginny's heart sank--with Hermione here, there was no way that she could talk to Harry; Ginny always felt nervous when she was around.
"Sure," said Harry, scooting over to clear a spot for her.
"Have you seen Ron around?" asked Hermione curiously, scanning the common room for the tall redheaded boy.
"He came in a few minutes ago," replied Ginny. "But I think he headed back out again. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing," said Hermione, exchanging a hasty glance with Harry.
"What?" inquired Ginny, looking at the two guilty faces sharing the couch with her. "What is it?"
"What is what?" said Harry, trying to look confused. "Ginny, perhaps you had a bit too much to drink in Hogsmeade today. Speaking of Hogsmeade...did either of you buy anything while you were in town?"
Ginny sighed. Harry was horrible at trying to cover something up, but she decided to wait until Hermione left to confront him about it. In the meantime, she just played along and joined in the conversation.
~*~
Much to Ginny's dismay, it was far past midnight when Hermione got up and left, and Harry went to bed promptly after that, robbing Ginny of any opportunity to talk to him personally. She was just about to head up to the dorms herself when Ron walked in through the portrait hole.
"Hey, Ron," she said, turning around. "Where have you been?" When he turned up his face to look at her, though, she was quite startled by the look it wore.
"Ron, are you okay?" she asked, concerned. "Is something wrong?" There was a long pause before Ron answered.
"Ginny," he said, and then paused. "Are you happy with Harry?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Does there seem to be anything, oh, I dunno...weird about him lately? Like he's trying to cover something up?"
"Of course not," she said quickly, but her mind was racing, thinking back to that something that had been nagging her.
"Have you been noticing all the time he's been spending with somebody lately?" he asked.
"No," she said slowly, wondering where this conversation was heading.
"Nothing weird. At all?" asked Ron skeptically. Ginny shook her head.
"Ron, what are you getting at?" she said.
"What am I getting at? What I'm getting at, Ginny, is that there is something weird going on between Harry and Hermione!" he spat.
"Hermione?!" laughed Ginny incredulously. "No...she would never do that...we're friends! I don't know how you could ever suspect such a thing of your two best friends, Ron!"
"I know, but it's the truth," he said firmly.
"Listen, if you don't want me to go out with Harry, just come out and say it!" cried Ginny. "But don't go around making up lies!"
"Hey, don't kill the messenger," said Ron, and then walked up the spiral staircases to the boys' dorm.
~*~
Ginny was on the verge of tears as she climbed up to her bed. Ron was lying. He had to be lying. There was absolutely no way that he could not be lying. Ah, but wait, she reminded herself. What about that little suspicious something that was bothering you about Harry. Yes, you remember...the one you were going to ask him about? Don't pretend like nothing was there...if Ron is telling the truth, that could be what was strange about him.
But Harry would never do something like that! she argued with herself. He's just not that kind of person...well, at least I don't think he's that kind of person, anyway. And honestly, could you imagine Hermione sneaking around with him when she knows that he has a girlfriend? Absolutely not!
And, with that, she tried her hardest to put the thought to rest but instead just succeed in having a very sleepless night.
~*~
The next morning when Ginny got out of bed she was anything but tired. She had done some serious "soul-searching" as her mother would refer to it, and decided to confront Harry that very morning at breakfast.
"Hey Ginny," said Jewel as she woke. "You're up early today."
"Not really," replied Ginny, practically bouncing across the room to read the clock. "It's only seven o'clock!"
"And hyper, too," Jewel noted as she pulled fresh robes from the bureau. "You must have had one good night's sleep."
"Actually, I didn't sleep a wink," Ginny informed her as she slipped into her clothes.
"Gin, are you sure you're okay?" asked Jewel, concerned. "Maybe you'd better go see Madame Pomfrey..."
"I feel absolutely wonderful," exclaimed Ginny as she bounded out the door and down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
~*~
"Good morning, Harry," Ginny greeted him happily as she joined him that morning at the Gryffindor table.
"'Morning, Ginny," he said, reaching for the orange juice. "Toast?" he offered.
"No thanks," she said politely. "What I really want is--" She was interrupted by Ron sitting next to Ginny.
"Hey Gin," he said, patting her on the head as he stole her eggs. "I hope you weren't hungry."
"Not really," she said, rolling her eyes and passing her plate over to him.
"What were you saying?" Harry asked, turning back to Ginny.
"What I was saying was--"
"Hi guys," said Hermione, taking a seat on Harry's other side and interrupting Ginny again. "What's up?"
"Ginny was just telling me something," said Harry. "By the way, what was it?"
"Well," Ginny said, but faltered. All the courage that she had built up since last night suddenly drained from her body, and she couldn't bring herself to ask Harry about what Ron had told her the previous evening, especially since Hermione and Ron were here. "I was just wondering if...er..." She racked her mind for something to say. "Maybe we could go out for a walk after breakfast?"
"I'd love to go," Hermione exclaimed. Ginny's heart sank--the invitation had not been intended for Hermione.
"But it's freezing outside!" protested Ron. "And it's been snowing all week long."
"That's what coats are for, Ron," Harry said. "Let me go upstairs and grab an extra one before we leave, and I'd be happy to go."
"Okay," said Ginny, but she already felt that her plan had failed before it even started.
~*~
"It was a lovely idea for you to suggest a walk," Hermione said as she walked next to Harry.
"It's incredibly beautiful, even if it is incredibly cold," agreed Ginny, slipping her mittened hand into Harry's gloved one. Ron, standing beside Ginny, looked disgusted.
"What are you trying to do?" Ron whispered to Ginny, leaning over. Ginny shrugged.
"Dunno...seemed like a good idea at the time," she replied. She turned back to talk to Harry, but he was already deeply engaged in conversation with Hermione. Ginny sighed...this would never do.
"I think I'm going to go back into the castle," said Ron suddenly. Harry and Hermione didn't seem to notice, but Ginny certainly did.
"Ron!" she exclaimed. "Why don't you stay out here with us? It wouldn't be the same without you, right Harry?" she asked, tugging on his hand slightly.
"What?" he said, turning around. "Oh, no, of course it wouldn't."
"It wouldn't what?" asked Hermione curiously, looking in their direction, too.
"It wouldn't be the same if Ron went back up to the castle instead of walk with us," Ginny said, annoyed that they hadn't been listening.
"Oh, yes, it's simply wonderful to have us all here together," she said, but when she went to look for Ron he had already headed back around the lake without them noticing.
"Ron!" yelled Harry, but Ron was set in his course and didn't turn back around.
"Er...would you guys mind if I go see if I can bring him back?" Ginny inquired. Harry and Hermione's eyes met briefly.
"No," said Hermione.
"Okay," Ginny said. "I'll be right back." She let go of Harry's hand and raced to catch up with Ron.
~*~
Ginny's lungs stung from the icy cold air by the time she met Ron at the front steps.
"Where are you going?" she asked, breathing heavily from her run.
"Back inside. Isn't that what I told you?" he replied.
"Is it okay if I come in with you?" asked Ginny.
"What about your walk?" Ron said, nodding in the direction of Harry and Hermione. Ginny shrugged.
"I dunno, it was getting pretty boring," she said. "And cold," she added, rushing into the warm entrance hall.
~*~
"So..." said Harry as he and Hermione walked alone along the lake in the bitter cold.
"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked curiously.
"What am I thinking about?" Harry said. "Well..." He stopped. "I'm thinking about the day we...you know...broke up."
"And?"
"And," he continued, "all of the feeling that were still there. All of the feelings that didn't have a chance to sort themselves out."
"Oh," Hermione said thoughtfully. "You know, I've been thinking about that, lately, too..." She looked up, her soft brown eyes meeting his brilliant green ones.
"Really?" Harry asked, hoping his excitement didn't show in his voice. So, he thought to himself, your plan was a success, wasn't it?
"Yeah, really." Hermione brushed a stray lock of brown hair out of her face nervously. No longer able to contain himself, Harry took Hermione's hands into his and, bringing her face close to his, kissed her. Hermione seemed surprised at first, but made no objections.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that," said Harry, straightening up.
"But...but what about Ginny?" asked Hermione concerned.
"You should never let anything stand in the way of true love, Hermione," he said softly, and kissed her again.
~*~
Ginny sat in the Gryffindor common room, curled up in a windowsill beside the fireplace with a book and a cup of hot cocoa.
"Hey Ginny," said Jewel, sitting down in an armchair across from her. "Where's Harry?"
"He's out walking with Hermione," Ginny replied, looking out the window toward the lake. As she did, the sight that met her eyes almost made her scream, but she stopped herself just in time.
Harry was kissing Hermione.
Wait, wait, wait, she told herself. That can't be happening. You're just imagining it; they're just talking like before.
"Gin?" asked Jewel concerned. "Are you okay? You look kind of pale."
"I'm fine," Ginny assured her. "Just warming up...it's awfully cold outside." She peered back out the window and was relived to see Harry and Hermione walking side by side again. But, to her horror, a moment later they leaned back together and if they weren't kissing, well, Ginny decided she was just going crazy. After all, what else do you call it when two people are so close together that they're lips touch?
~*~
Ginny kept her seat by the fire, awaiting Harry and Hermione's return. She had never felt so horrible about anything in her whole life. She was so sure of what she had seen, and yet she wouldn't let herself believe it. Harry and Hermione were her best friends and they would never do anything like that to her. It must have been some trick of the light, reflecting off the snow, she told herself. Yes, that would do. A trick of the light. But still...
She turned around as the two walked in, cheeks rosy red from the stinging cold outside. Hermione headed up to her dorm almost immediately, but Harry made his way toward the fire.
"Ginny." He looked down at where she sat in the window.
"Harry." She swallowed nervously, hoping against hope that she hadn't seen what she thought she'd seen outside.
"We...er...we need to talk," he said, offering her his gloved hand. She slipped in hers, still wearing her mittens, and followed him outside the common room.
"I...um..." started Harry. "It's kind of hard for me to tell you this..."
"Tell me what?" asked Ginny, her voice quavering slightly; she already knew what he was going to say.
"Hermione and I..." He trailed off and looked at Ginny.
"Yes?" Ginny pressed on.
"We...um..." Harry pushed his glasses up the bridge of him nose and ran his fingers through his hair thoughtfully. "We've decided to get back together," he blurted out. He looked at Ginny quickly to see her reaction.
"Oh," she said simply, as nonchalantly as she could. "I see."
"Are-are you okay? I mean, are you okay with that?"
"What? Oh yes, of course...whatever's best for you." She gave his hand a quick squeeze before dropping it and heading back down the corridor.
~*~
Harry stood in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, not quite sure of what to do. He was surprised that Ginny had taken it so well, but there was a slight twang of guilt as the last few minute's events ran through his mind.
Ginny didn't seem to mind, so why should I? he told himself and brushed it off at that. He was just about to walk back into the common room when the portrait swung open and the last person he wanted to see stepped out.
Ron Weasley.
"Hey, Harry," said Ron, continuing down the hall. Harry breathed a sigh of relief; he had been prepared to receive the beating of his life.
"Hi Ron," Harry replied.
"Have you seen Ginny?" Ron asked before he turned the corner. "Mum's sent a letter for her but I can't find her."
"Ginny?" asked Harry. Damn, he thought to himself. He hoped the conversation wouldn't go over to this. "She's...um...well...um..."
Ron stopped suddenly and looked at Harry.
"You did it, didn't you?" he said, slowly retracing his steps. "You finally did it."
Harry stood by the wall silently. After hanging out with Ron for almost seven years now, he had learned when it was best to shut up.
"I hope you're pleased with yourself, Harry Potter," spat Ron, now standing in front of Harry. "Then you're back with Hermione, I trust?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah," he said, taking his chances at talking.
"And Ginny?"
"She's fine. She took it incredibly well," Harry told him. Ron just stared.
"Oh, hell!" he shouted finally. "I'll be damned if she isn't sitting somewhere crying her eyes out right now!"
"Ron," Harry sighed exasperatedly. "Listen to me for a minute, will you?"
"No, I won't," Ron said disgustedly. "Why don't you go talk to Hermione, though, I'm sure she'd be happy to listen."
"I think I'll do just that," Harry replied coldly, and, telling the Fat Lady the password, climbed into the common room as he saw Ron stomp off down the corridor.
A/N Well! Well well well. People always talk about how Ron would react to Harry dating Ginny, but I dunno if anyone ever brought up them breaking up...good reason, too, it isn't very pretty 0_o Um...I know that some of the characters seem a little OOC, but just try to imagine them when their hormones kick in, eh? Hehehe...actually, that's a very amusing thought ::giggles:: Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and the next chapter should be out soon!
