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Chapter 28

Ginny didn't have any dreams before she woke-up late in the morning. She felt quite groggy, but was conscious enough to avoid going though the doors into the kitchen.

She sighed and then contemplated about climbing up the tree to her bedroom windows, but then declined after she remembered attempting to do it when she was younger and suffering from a broken ankle.

"I'll just go through the front doors," she said to herself, and then thought, hopefully no one will notice me.

Ginny was most fortunate to get past the main room and up the staircase to her bedroom without anyone seeing her. Mrs. Weasley would have had a fit if she found out that Ginny was outside all night and she definitely didn't want to run into Harry. She wasn't surprised to find Hermione in her room, but she wasn't expecting Tonks to be there as well.

"Um, hi, you two," Ginny simply said. Tonks was sitting in a chair playing with a Muggle yo-yo.

"Oh, hi! What's up?" Hermione said cheerfully, who was flicking through one of her new books--The Rest of the Runes.

"Wotcher, Ginny! I hope you don't mind me being here--" Tonks was saying. Her hair was in a black bob-style and with short bangs.

"No, it's quite alright! It's nice to have some company," Ginny interrupted.

"Well, Hermione needed to talk to me about something, and it was concerning you," Tonks finished.

"Concerning me? What was concerning me?" Ginny asked and looked at Hermione. She felt sure that neither of the two knew what happened the night before with Harry, but she was meaning to tell Hermione about it, and only Hermione. Though, she wasn't against letting Tonks know about the situation. After all, Tonks was a mature friend who wasn't too old to understand what Ginny must have been going through.

"Well, it started this morning when I was trying to talk to Ron about what happened last night. I really wanted to explain things to him--without letting him know everything of course," Hermione began to clarify. "I couldn't find him or Harry so I figured they were both asleep, but I found Tonks in the kitchen sipping her coffee, and we somehow got into conversation."

"So she told me everything that had been going on," said Tonks. "Please don't be steamed. I sort of brought it up because I heard your conversation with Harry and the twins late last night."

"Really?" Ginny responded. "I hope no one else did!"

"Don't worry, I was sort of in the room next door. Everyone else was upstairs. They wouldn't have been able to hear you since Lupin brought a box of wine to dinner," Tonks explained. Ginny was relieved once again.

"Well, I don't mind if you know everything that has been going on. I like you, Tonks," said Ginny, and Tonks smiled.

"So what ended up happening with you two?" she asked.

"Well, since you heard it all, that was what happened. I really didn't see it coming either," Ginny answered casually. Tonks added some ease to her. "And then I argued with Fred and George and then went to the garden and fell asleep there."

"Wow, you fell asleep in the garden?" Hermione asked. "I thought you were in here the whole time."

"I couldn't go to sleep last night so I went to the kitchen for a drink of water and Harry was there, and you know the rest," Ginny explained. "I felt so horrible last night. I basically cried myself to sleep."

Hermione's lip trembled for a second. "I'm so sorry, Ginny!" She got up closer to her for a hug.

"It's alright. I'll deal with it," Ginny said and looked down and sighed. Since she didn't have any dreams the last night, when she woke-up she thought that the fight with Harry might have been a dream, but then realty crawled into her mind and she knew the incident did take place.

"That's going to be real tough, Gin," said Tonks. "And let me tell you, I would know."

Ginny brightened up to the fact that Tonks might have gone through the same issues she did. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, what happened to you, Tonks?" Hermione asked.

"My heart was broken several times while I was at Hogwarts," said Tonks who put down her yo-yo. "The worst one was with David Sanders. I was going to the Yule Ball with him until his ex-girlfriend needed a date at the last minute. So I had to go alone."

"That's unbelievable!" Hermione exclaimed and Ginny nodded.

"I really liked him too. He always shared his cauldron with me during Potions."

"So how did you get over him?" Ginny asked. She was hoping for some advice.

"I got myself a new boyfriend," Tonks merely answered.

"Yeah I did that too," said Ginny. "That's why I went out with Michael Corner since Harry liked Cho and all."

"What about Dean Thomas?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, right," Ginny answered. She hadn't thought about Dean for as long as Harry has been at the Burrow. "I think I went out with him for the same reasons. I don't think it would really matter for me to break up with him now since Harry is mad at me."

"Okay, Harry might still be angry at you, but you shouldn't try to get over him just yet," said Tonks. "You just had a fight. That's typical in most relationships, plus he and Ron have misunderstood both of you. They need to give you time to explain everything--even if it means explaining everything."

"Harry and Ron don't want to talk to me," Ginny said. "Maybe Hermione can talk to them, but they'll just say that I fooled her into spying on them for my 'selfish and demeaning' ways."

"Better that then nothing at all," Hermione chimed in. "And I'm sure they do want to talk to you. Harry at least. He's just upset and he doesn't want to let you think that what you did--or what we did was right."

"But how do you know? Harry just hates me," Ginny demanded. She started getting uneasy.

Tonks and Hermione exchanged glances with each other. "Harry cannot hate you, Gin," said Tonks.

"That's right. I've had fights and arguments with him and Ron. And remember when he and Ron weren't speaking? We're all still good friends, and I'm confident that they will get over what happened and move on." Hermione said.

"It takes such a long time to get over someone. Harry's not over you," said Tonks.

"Well, what makes you think he was um, under me?" Ginny asked.

"I don't think there are words to show it, but he cares so much about you," Tonks answered. "He never told me anything, but it's just something people can tell. And you might be the only person who doesn't think Harry likes you."

"I agree. You just have to give it some time, Ginny. In a few years, you both will be laughing about it," Hermione advised.

Ginny sighed. "I just don't know what's the best way to handle it now." She felt better over what Tonks and Hermione had just told her, but she couldn't get the fact straight through her head that Harry really cared about her. He sounded very upset the night before.

The day grew longer and Ginny didn't feel like leaving her room. Tonks left at some point. Hermione left a little later to see if she could talk to Ron or Harry. Ginny was laying on her bed and peeking out of her window to see Harry and Ron working on Quidditch moves. They had stopped after it began to rain, and Hermione came in awhile later.

"I talked to Ron, but it wasn't for long," she said as she closed the door.

Ginny sat up straight. "What did he say? Was Harry there?" she asked eagerly.

"Harry was with him, but he wasn't talking," Hermione began to explain. "I caught them while they were drying off by the fireplace. And I tried to explain a lot of things to Ron--without giving too much away of course. He's forgiven me, and I guess Harry has too. But Ron thinks that you're really good at convincing people to do things they would never do on their own."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I did," said Ginny in a not-so-serious tone.

"Well, it's kind of true. I refused to snoop on them, but you got me to."

"That's because I got you to understand why I wanted to do it," Ginny answered. She lied down on her bed again. "So they've forgiven you, but they still hate me, right?"

"Ginny, they don't hate you. Harry seemed to be a lot more depressed then angry," Hermione responded.

"Depressed?" Ginny exclaimed and sat straight back up. The thought of Harry being depressed made her heart fall to a million pieces.

"Not really depressed. He was just so down. I think you should go talk to him yourself. And if he refuses to hear what you have to say, then you should really be extra pushy," Hermione advised.

"I just don't feel so right about talking to him now. I'm scared of saying the wrong thing," Ginny responded. She actually didn't plan on talking to him at all. She had no idea what to ever say to him.

"Well, I'll help you there then. I've made up with Ron and Harry. I'll try figure out some way for them to be softer on you. Don't worry," said Hermione.

The rain started to pour through-out the day and the evening. Ginny hadn't eaten anything until dinner. She chose to sit farthest away from where Harry and Ron were sitting. Hermione was sitting with them. The people seated around Ginny were her parents, Moody, and Bill who had a dreadfully monotonous conversation about flobberworms. The twins were at the table as well and she decided to apologize to them after they ate.

"Well, that was the most boring conversation I've ever heard," she said to them. None of the two said anything until she spoke again. "Listen, I'm sorry for biting your heads off like that last night."

"It's alright. We kind of deserved it," Fred answered.

"Yeah, we should really grow up," George added.

"No, just go along being who you are. Maybe you should have been a little bit more honest with me, but I know you were both having fun. And I know you were trying to help me with Harry so I say 'Thanks' for that," she said. It felt great to finally get something out of her system.

"Alright. Well, I say that we should just forget everything that happened, and think of more happy times," Fred suggested.

"Right, like the time that Percy's hair turned purple after we switched his shampoo," George agreed.

Ginny laughed as that memory went through her mind. Fred and George got her to be the distraction by asking Percy questions about how to be selected as a Prefect. Whatever was going on in her life, she felt better about it, but she was still very worried over what will happen between Harry and her. She managed to sneak a few glances at Harry during dinner and he looked very unhappy. He did not even speak at all.

As she was sitting in her room while the rain continued to pour, she wrote in her diary again. She didn't regret throwing away that last letter, but she wanted to write a new one. It wasn't a real letter, but more of a note:

Harry, whatever I did to you, I did not mean to cause harm. I really wanted to see you, but I couldn't for certain reasons. I hope that someday you will forgive me, and maybe even get to read this.

Love,

Ginny

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A/N: Ooh another Author's note, eh? SeleneA suggested that I change the name of the story. Actually I've been thinking about it. The story was supposed to be a lot more humorous, but it didn't turn out that way I guess. Anyway, I've been trying to think of a good name. Probably something with "Summer" in it.

Oh, and some of you have figured out the significance of the Ginny throwing the letter in the bin. Hey! Shut-up! Lol I'll try to be a little more creative on that note ;)