Chapter 6.

AN...OK, when I started writing this fic, "Confessions" was just an album track...an unknown...but, just as I was nearing the end of this chapter, I saw the video on a music channel, so that (probably) means that he is releasing it as his next single (after Burn.) I don't know why, but I don't like artists releasing my favourite album tracks lol. Oh well, it's still an amazing song, and I will still continue this fic...his acting in the video put ALOT more emotion into the song than the lyrics did for me before....which will probably help in my writing later chapters. Oh well. Enjoy, and thank you for the reviews up until now! On with the story...

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Harry woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. He looked around in the darkness, unsure where he was. He reached his hand out beside him and withdrew it quickly as it touched bare skin. Looking at the figure beside him, wrapped in the duvet, he smiled and shook his head. "It's only Hermione." He sighed and lay back down, cuddling closer to her. Then he realised. The moon was still shining in through the window, reflecting on her hair, and he noticed that Hermione's hair was...red?

His memory was cloudy, but he remembered....

"Oh no." He said, sitting up sharply, putting his head in his hands. He was in Ginny's room, in Ginny's bed. Both of them were naked. His mind flashed to Hermione, innocently asleep in their own bed...then to Ron, who was asleep downstairs...and to Molly and Arthur, and any other Weasley who was home...Stomach churning, he sat up. His clothes were crumpled in a heap on the floor, tangled with Ginny's nightie. He quickly shoved on his boxers and grabbed his other clothes, shoving the nightie to the side. With one glance at the sleeping Ginny, he darted out of the room and ran towards Ron's, where he dumped his clothes on the chair and collapsed on the empty bed which he should have slept in.

Quite a few hours later, towards lunchtime, Harry woke again, and immediately screwed his eyes shut again. His head was pounding. He heard the clattering of plates and cutlery downstairs. Stretching, he got up and shoved his clothes from last night back on, which still smelled of that 'pub smell'. He crept downstairs, to join everyone in the kitchen. Arthur was sitting at the table with a newspaper, and Molly was making tea, presumably for Ron, who was sitting at the table with his head in his hands.

"Morning Harry." He grumbled.

"Morning." Harry grumbled back and sat down opposite him.

"Tea, Harry?" Molly asked him.

"Yeah, thanks." He said, putting his head in his hands, although not for entirely the same reasons as Ron.

Molly made tea for the both of them and placed the mugs down in front of them. Harry cringed at this, this normal family morning at the Weasleys...probably one of his last mornings with them if they ever found out about last night. Molly had always treated Harry like another son...and she had been the closest thing to a mother to him...this didn't help his guilt. Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as Ginny came into the kitchen.

"You're up late." Molly looked at her sternly. "At least the boys have an excuse! What's yours?"

"Oh...I...I just didn't get to sleep till late last night." She said, with a coy glance at a mortified Harry.

Molly sighed. "Want a cup of tea?"

"No thanks, mum." She said, sitting at the table beside Harry. Harry started as he felt her hand on his leg under the table.

"So, did you two have fun last night?" He heard Molly ask. He jumped at the question.

"I...uhh...I mean...you..." He stammered, before realising she was asking about him and Ron. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, it was ok. We...we just had a few drinks, that's all."

"Hmm." Molly smiled. "I won't ask any more, shall I?" She looked at Ron, who's head sunk further into the table.

Harry groaned inwardly at his mistake. He genuinely thought that she had been asking about Ginny. It was stupid, why would she ask? Even if she knew, she wouldn't ask like that. He tensed as Ginny moved her hand about on his leg.

"S...sorry Molly, I think I should be heading home now." He said, standing up.

"That's ok dear. Oh, you didn't finish your tea."

"Sorry, I just..."

"It's ok, dear." Molly said. "Floo?"

"Yeah, please." He said, following her to the fireplace.

"I'll speak to you later Ron." He added, glancing over his shoulder.

"Yeah. Bye." Ron groaned absent-mindedly, staring into his cup.

Harry forced a smile at Molly and took a handful of powder.

"Thanks for letting me stay." He said, as she hugged him.

"It's no problem." She smiled as he stepped into the fireplace.

"Bye Harry!" Ginny called out from the table.

"Um...yeah...bye." He said, before disappearing from view.

Seconds later, he arrived into his own fireplace to find Hermione curled up on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea.

"Hey Harry!" She smiled. "How's the hangover!" She giggled as he clutched his head.

"Don't ask." He said, flopping down on the other sofa.

"Well...I'm glad you're in now." She said, putting down her book and finishing her tea. "I'm going out shopping with Ginny and Angelina for something to wear for the wedding."

"You...y...you are?" He stammered, trying to keep his cool.

"Yeah. I'll be back at tea time." She said, kissing him on the forehead. "Happy Hangover!" She giggled, before disappearing into the bedroom to get ready.

Harry watched her leave the room in stunned silence. "She's going out with Ginny." He said to himself. "Ginny!" His stomach churned as he imagined them going shopping together. Would Ginny say anything? Or would she say nothing, and Hermione is spending the day with her...not knowing that...

He shook the thought from his head, not wanting to think of any outcome of the shopping trip.

"Ok. I'm going now! See you later!" She emerged from the bedroom and headed for the door.

"Yeah Bye." Harry said, absent-mindedly.

About an hour later, Harry heard a knock on the door. Sighing, he leapt up to answer it. He opened the door to reveal Ginny standing with a bag in her hand.

"Uh...Weren't you supposed to be with Hermione?"

"I was." She said, smirking. "But I said I couldn't stay long. I just stayed to pick up this." She held up the bag. "Hermione and Angelina were staying a bit longer and maybe going for a coffee. Oh yeah...Hermione told me to tell you that she's going back to Angelina's to try stuff on and wont be back till later this evening."

"Oh. Right." Harry said, hoping that was all.

He was wrong.

Ginny put her hands on his chest and pushed him back into the apartment, shutting the door behind her. She brushed his lips with a kiss.

"Ginny...I...we can't do this." He said somewhat firmly.

"Why?" She said, kissing him again, not really paying attention to his words.

"Ginny. No." He pushed her off him and sat on the sofa.

"Oh come on Harry...what she doesn't know won't hurt her!" Ginny said, advancing on him again. "She may be smart, but she aint that smart!"

Harry looked up at Ginny in disbelief. He'd never heard her saying a bad word against Hermione in all the time he'd known her.

"Hermione's you're friend."

"You want to know a secret?" Ginny said, sitting beside him and turned her whole body to face him.

"Go on." He sighed, knowing that there was no way out of hearing the secret...and he was getting curious anyway.

"In these past few years...I haven't been Hermione's friend. I mean, look at her! What's so special about her...and yet...she's got you..."

Harry didn't know how to react to this, so he just stared at her, waiting for her to say something else.

"But oh what does that matter now. I also have you now! All those years of her rubbing it in my face...how close she's always been to you...and when she finally got you...but now I have the last laugh." She smiled, and she lifted herself onto Harry's lap, one leg at either side of his waist.

"Ginny." Harry said, a little shocked...but he didn't make any moves to push her off. As guilty as he felt...he couldn't deny that she had a point...Hermione didn't know...and she probably wouldn't ever know...just one kiss can't hurt...he said, leaning in and kissing Ginny deeply, running his hands up and down her back and through her hair. Ginny, delighted that he was reacting well, reached her hands down and began to unbuckle his belt.

"Wait..." Harry breathed.

"What?" Ginny asked, heart sinking.

Harry simply smiled and gently moved her off his lap and took her hand. She looked at him confused for a second, but grinned again as he led her to the bedroom. He took her inside and closed the door. She kissed him again, fiercely and backed him towards the bed. They toppled onto it, still kissing. Harry realised that some clothes of Hermione's were still on it and he threw them to the side, still immersed in Ginny.

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Half an hour later, they were laying in each others arms, both smiling.

"Wow, Harry." Ginny smiled, kissing his bare chest.

Harry simply smiled and kissed the top of her head, ignoring the fact that he done the same to Hermione almost every morning. Hermione. He looked at the clock.

"Hey, look at the time, you better get going." He said, untangling himself from her and sitting up, picking his clothes up from the floor and getting dressed.

"Aww. Alright." She sighed and done the same.

When he was dressed, he walked back into the living room, Ginny in tow. He walked her to the door and they kissed one more time before opening the door and letting her leave.

He walked back into the kitchen and put on the kettle. Making a cup of tea, he took it back into the living room and sat with it. Not long later, he heard a faint knock on the door. Thinking it must be Ginny, he leapt up to answer it.

"Missing me already?" He asked, before noticing it was Hermione. Mentally, he congratulated himself on not saying "Ginny" at the end of it.

"Nope!" Hermione said grinning. "Angelina's going out with some mystery man tonight and kicked me out."

"Fine then!" Harry laughed, walking back into the living room.

"So did you have a fun afternoon? Or were you still hungover?" Hermione asked, sorting her bags.

"Oh...umm...I didn't really do...much." He said, stifling a yawn.

"Sounds interesting!" Hermione mused, before going into the bedroom to dump her bags. She re-appeared a few minutes later and leaned against the door-frame.

"Say Harry?" She implored.

"Yeah?"

"Fancy an early night?" She looked at him seductively.

"Erm..." He didn't know what to say. He's already been with Ginny today...but then he remembered that he hadn't done anything with Hermione for quite a few days now. But, being male, his brain was in other places and he grinned.

"Sure!" He got up and bounded to the bedroom, shutting the door.