Author's Note: Hey, I know it took a long time for me to update and I'm sorry. I think this is going to the first fic I finish. Enjoy!!!!

            Hermione ran to the door forgetting all about the charms it contained. To her surprise, it flew open as she reached for the doorknob. Standing there with an angry, stone look on his face was Arthur Weasley.

           

            "Ginny, Hermione. It's time for you to explain yourselves."

            Harry was sitting by the fire, his face darkened with wounds. His knees were pulled up against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around them. His glasses were lying abstractly beside him and dark hair rested above his eyelashes. He concentrated on the iridescent flames before him. He ignored all other movement in the room, even though there wasn't much.

            Ron sat quietly behind him, sedated almost. The anger he felt towards Harry was unexplainable. The bruises he'd left on Harry were only mere reminders of what he had done to Ginny mentally. The verbal abuse she described to him pushed him over the edge. Ron knew he would always have to protect his younger sister and it was only instinctual. But protecting her from his best friend? He never contemplated that would happen.

            Ginny and Hermione came downstairs with Mr. Weasley following behind them Hermione's face was flushed and the barely visible mark of a hand colored her left cheek. Ginny looked slightly amused. Her smile grew as she spotted Harry by the fire looking so defenseless. Mr. Weasley called the boys and pointed to the table. Ginny sat across from Ron and next to Harry, who wouldn't even glance in her direction. Hermione sat across from him and winced and she saw the damage Ron had done to his face.

            "You've behaved extremely immaturely tonight. I don't know of what kind of disagreement this was but for it to end in violence is completely unacceptable." Mr. Weasley stood at the head of the table for the beginning of his lecture. He sat slowly and faced the teens. "Anyone care to tell me what happened?" The youngsters sat their staring in opposite directions, paying no attention to anything Mr. Weasley had said. They all sat silently, staring at their hands and laps.

            "Okay," Mr. Weasley started again. "Ron, you had absolutely no reason to hurt Harry?" Ron looked up at his father.

            "I did have a reason."

            "What was it?"

            "I can't tell you."

            "What kind of –"

            "Ask Ginny. If she doesn't want you to know then I don't want to be the one to tell you."

All eyes shot in Ginny's direction. The smirk she carried earlier was no longer visible. She was pale and inattentive; her mind seemed to be wondering somewhere else.

            "Virginia?" her father only called her by her full name on very few occasions.

            "Hmm?" she slowly brought her eyes to meet her father's. They were warm, and seeking any advance in this juvenile game. She was ready to play him in the other direction.

            "Did Harry do something to you?" he asked. His body language tensed ever so slightly. Would Harry Potter, this boy he'd trusted into his household and with family really hurt his young daughter? Ginny could tell what he was thinking, and somewhere inside she smiled.

            Then she nodded.

            The stare was then directed to Harry who was looking at Ginny. His eyes were glazed with hatred and, Ginny accepted his silent challenge. She turned her eyes to show everyone else that she felt ashamed but, Harry knew better, her act had only begun.

            "Harry, I don't appreciate having to do all of this because of a disagreement between you and Ginny." Said Mr. Weasley, "I've shown you a lot of respect, I didn't expect you to throw it all me in something as silly as this."

            Every word burned Harry. He knew that he did take the respect to far but if only he knew the game his own daughter was playing under his nose. He watched as a plaster tear fell down her cheek. Harry was once blinded by her false faces but he learned to read them, quickly.

            "Daddy," she sobbed. "Please, he doesn't know any better. He never has a loving family to teach him, forgive him." She glanced at Ron, the tears still streaming down her face. "I never meant for it go get this far."

            Harry was used to being pushed to his limits but, this time she had crossed the line. Was this the same woman he saved from death? Yes, yes she was. Now she had his head on the chopping block and all she could do was smile. Mr. Weasley rose from his seat and went to wrap his arms of comfort around his youngest child. As she continued to sob helplessly onto her father's shoulders, Harry moved from the table, followed immediately by Hermione. She grabbed his arm as he tried to make an escape from Ginny and her father.

            "Why won't anyone tell me what's going on?"

            "I don't know, Hermione. You shouldn't ask me anyway. Remember, I don't know any better." He stormed off leaving Hermione as if she had just been hit by a truck.

            She ran up to Ron's room and collapsed in tears on his bed. She'd never felt so left out in her entire life. She had no clue as to what was going on and no one wanted to fill her in. She had absolutely no one to talk to. Hermione was seconds close to marching right up to Mr. Weasley and telling him she knew just as much about the situation as he did. Zip, Zilch, Zero.

            Hermione had been crying for so long she didn't realize the sun had risen behind the gray nighttime clouds. As she sat up and let the warm sun kiss her face the bedroom door squeaked slowly open. Standing there, looking so vulnerable and hurt was Ron. He sat nest to her and wiped her eyes.

            "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I've no idea what's going on."

            Another tear slid down Hermione's cheek and Ron pulled her close to him. They sat there in silence, holding each other, silently trying to put together the pieces of the evening's event. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ron took her hands in his and whispered.

            "Did Ginny tell you anything?"

            She shook her head.

"Well, this is what she told me…"

Yeah. That's it. Review and I'll update.

By the way, for you folks that didn't figure it out already, the ships are as follows

Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione and Molly/Author.

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