Hey guys…I cant offer any apologies on how come this chapter was soo late…things just haven't been working out for me…but hopefully, now, they are all better! :D anyway here it is DUN DUUN DUUUN CHAPTER SEVEN!!!

Oh and my thanks to all the reviewers!!! I love you alllllllllllllllll

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           Unexpectedly, Hermione felt someone rubbing her back, soothingly.  Her sobs stopped for a moment as she looked up, and saw Parvati's face, looking comfortingly mother-like.  Hermione sniffed, and then masked her face back into her down-feather pillow.  * What IS Parvati doing? She's never been this…nice before. *

          "Calm down, Hermione…shhh, it's OK.  We can sort it out together, once you're feeling OK again…" Parvati continued to make crooning, motherly noises while Hermione sobbed herself into surrender.  She sniffed again, then reached for a tissue to touch lightly at her streaming nose.

  Has it ever struck you, Hermione that these two only want information from you? Scandal? Gossip? Rumors to spread? * A voice said sternly in Hermione's head.  Hermione took a deep breath shakily.  *I'm not going to listen to that voice. I'm not going to listen to that voice. I won't. Just ignore it. You NEED someone to tell this to, obviously you can't keep it to yourself, * Hermione thought disgustedly of her crying explosion.  She took another deep breath, and turned to face Parvati.

"Does it have something to do with Ron Weasley?" Parvati asked gently.  Hermione, despite her best efforts, gave a dry sob and nodded.  "He -  *dry sob* - I…" Hermione trailed off, and then started to heave again.  Apparently, it was too much for her to admit the night's detail just yet.

Parvati rubbed Hermione's back.  "He told you he liked you, didn't he?" she said quietly.  Hermione, too overcome with controlling her embarrassing heaves to orally respond, nodded.  * Pull yourself together, Granger.  Parvati is just trying to help.  SO LET HER. *

"It's not that I have anything against Ron. Lord knows I don't…it's just…the sudden…outburst of his feelings…it scared me. I didn't know people could be that intense [* oh yes, ya do*].  I just…………didn't know." Hermione sighed. "Do you know what I mean, Parvati?" Hermione looked beseechingly into Parvati's dark coffee eyes.

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Ginny looked deeply into Harry's bottle green eyes.  Harry stared right back into Ginny's tawny ones.  Ginny could feel Harry's warm breath on her baby hairs on the top of her forehead.  She closed her eyes in order to enjoy it more thoroughly.

Harry was uncomfortable with Ginny so close.  Well, more like a mix of feeling uncomfortable and feeling like this was the most right, most passionate, best feeling that he had ever encountered.  As he listened to their heartbeats thump together, he felt a tingly feeling all the way down to his toes.  Ginny's fiery hair was right beneath his nose, smelling like a lily-of-the-valley.  Harry breathed in her scent heavily, and unknowingly pressed himself closer to her, taking in the curves her body, and vaguely noticing that they fit perfectly into his body.

* Kiss her, you great arse. She's right in front of you, just go for it!*  Harry's brain teased him.  Harry, without thinking of the consequences, repercussions or penalties of doing so, leaned down and replaced the air around Ginny's mouth with his own lips.