Author's note: Since you guys seemed to enjoy this story so much, I'm now on the third chapter, which is going to be slightly… How shall I put it? Stupid! Review; thank you!

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Ron let go of Ginny's collar and stepped back with a slightly surprised look on his face. "You what?" he asked.

"I was out with Dean!" Ginny repeated, growing more confidence with each word. She stood up, staring her brother straight in the eyes. "Do you have a problem with that?" she asked.

Ron suddenly seemed to shrink. He looked at Ginny like he looked at his mother when she was angry with him. Afraid. He was almost trembling. "N-no…" he said weakly. He slowly backed away from Ginny and turned on the spot once he was out of Ginny's reach. Harry looked impressed at Ginny as she sat down and pushed some of her red hair behind her ear.

"What?" she asked as she noticed Harry's face.

Harry blinked. "Nothing…" he said, shaking his head. "I was just… Didn't think you could stand up against Ron like that!" he said in an awestruck voice.

Ginny shot a winning smile Harry's way and laughed a bit. "Me neither to tell the truth!" she confide in him and grinned. "But it sure was nice to do it!"

Harry couldn't help but to grin himself. "I can understand that!" he said. Then he frowned. "Where you actually out with Dean all night?" he asked, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach.

Ginny shook her head so her red curls danced. "No, no… Heavens no!" she said with temper. "I dumped that boy months ago!" Harry sighed with relief inwards and the knot in his stomach disappeared. "But Ron doesn't know that. And it sure doesn't hurt him to think I'm still with him!" Harry was surprised by the bitter tone in Ginny's voice. It was obviously a touchy subject.

"What happened?" Harry asked, interested. He had thought that Ginny and Dean was still together. They seemed very happy together just a week ago when he saw them laughing together in the common room. Maybe Ginny talked Dean into playing the game at Ron.

Ginny looked down at her hands, rubbing her left index finger with her right thumb. She didn't seem too keen on talking about it. Then, like she came to the conclusion it didn't matter, she swallowed and spoke, with a low and strained voice. "He went home for Christmas", she began, still looking down at her hands. "And when he came back he told me he had fallen for someone else." She looked away, halfly blinded by tears. Dean was really an open wound that hurt every time his name was mentioned, but Ginny was slowly getting over him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean…" Harry said, but got cut off by Ginny who had cleared her throat once again.

"Don't worry about it. I'm over him", she said, knowing very well that it was both a lie and that Harry wouldn't believe her. "I'm at least trying to." She admitted.

Harry stretched out his hand and placed it on top of Ginny's. "Hey…" he said softly. "It's okey!" He wanted to do more for Ginny then say an empty phrase that's been worn out by thousands of people. Ginny smiled up at Harry through the tears that had begun to fall down her cheeks.

"Thank you", she said. "Thank you for being such a good friend."

Harry shook his head. "Don't mention it!" he said, waving his hand as if to chase away an irritating fly. He looked at the watch on his arm. "What do you say to going down to the Quidditch field and watch when Ravenclaw slaughters Hufflepuff?" he suggested with a grin on his face. Ginny smiled and nodded and together they walked out of the now almost full Great Hall and headed towards the Quidditch pitch where the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff players already had gone.