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Chapter 4 : Ice Cream and a Hug

"We need to talk." Hermione had opened the door of her Head Girl's bedroom to find a cheery, yet definitely determined red head dressed in blue flannel pyjamas covered in teddy bears holding the biggest tub of ice cream Hermione had ever seen. Hermione was shocked that Ginny had not collapsed beneath its weight; however her delicate arms carried the tub seemingly effortlessly as she welcomed herself into the room and seated herself upon the Head Girl's enormous four poster.

"Girl talk huh?" Hermione smirked at the younger girl as she began to peel back the lid of the strawberry and cream treat, "Last time you invited yourself into my room to eat comfort food was when you split up Dean. So what's wrong now?"

"It's not me. It's you! I'm not stupid I can see that you've been crying."

Hermione immediately shot a hand up to shield her red puffy eyes, "It's just allergies…" she muttered feebly.

"What are you allergic to?" Ginny interrogated, clearly not believing the bushy haired individual.

Your brother, Hermione thought to herself, which made the corners of her mouth rise a little.

"Well, at least you're smiling now. Fine – you don't have to tell me. But you know I only want to help you right? I can't help if I don't know what is troubling you…" Ginny added a little subtle pressure to this last statement, hoping to make Hermione budge – but to no avail.

Hermione, solid as a rock, was resolute – Ginny would never know her feelings for Ron. That would be too weird. Hermione wasn't even that close to Ginny, the only way they knew each other really was through Ron. She was just the little sister. Ok, so they had gotten a little closer since fifth year and the DA meetings, but still, telling a little sister that you were falling in love with their big brother is still really strange. Hang on! Falling in love… Hermione shook her head of the thought.

"Oh well, I'm sure that it's nothing that ice cream and a hug can't fix." Ginny passed over the spoon which Hermione took. Hermione could refuse to reveal her heart, but why deny her kind offer of ice cream.

"Come here," Hermione said, pulling the smaller girl into a hug, "it'll be ok, I'll work it out. Don't worry about me. I'm just a little confused at the moment is all."

Ginny smiled inwardly, step one - complete, she thought to herself.

Letting go of Ginny, Hermione turned her attention to the ice cold tub that had been pushed into her lap. Digging the spoon into the white and pink swirled mass Hermione was surprised at how soft it was. The only other ice cream this soft she had had was Mrs Weasley's homemade ice cream, all other bought ice creams seemed to be rock solid.

"Did you make this?" Hermione asked, an awed expression spreading across her face, she was sure of what her answer would be.

"Yeah, mum's recipe," Ginny smiled back.

Satisfied with the answer and anticipating the taste even more she lifted the spoon to her lips, opened her petite mouth, and placed the icy morsel on her tongue. Swallowing, Hermione thought on how wonderful it tasted, Ginny would clearly turn out to be a witch to rival her mother's cooking. Then, all of a sudden, Hermione heard chimes echoing at the back of her head, and began to feel very different…

"That was disgusting!" Hermione grimaced.

"What?" Ginny, confused and startled rose from the bed; sure she had misheard her friend.

"I've never tasted anything so foul in my life- take this and get out of my room! What are you trying to do? Poison me!"

Ginny was quickly shoved out of the room, the door slamming behind her. She stood outside the door for a few moments trying to figure out what happened, then comprehension dawned on her, "Oh no…" and with that she raced down the stairs, across the common room and up another flight of stairs to the seventh year boys dormitory. But when she got there, it was too late…

"I hate you – you're the worst friend a guy could possibly have. Now stop trying to interfere and bloody leave me alone!

"Mate, calm down," Harry tried to soothe.

"Did you hear me I told you to go away!"

Ginny quickly raced across the room to grab Harry's arm and drag him from the dormitory. Harry didn't protest, confused he allowed Ginny to pull him out of the room, hoping she would give him the explanation he needed, his expression still flabbergasted.

"I don't understand," Harry muttered, "I did everything you said… I hugged him, and he ate the ice cream. Was I supposed to do something else… where did I go wrong...?"

"I think…" Ginny started, fumbling for the right words, an easy way to break it to Harry, but not finding them.

"What?" Harry inquired. Then throwing her one of his puppy-dog looks she melted and lost herself in those green pools, "please Ginny, I need to know."

"I think I messed up the potion. I think… I think maybe… the veritaserum had impurities."

"But that means…" Harry paused, it was too awful to say.

Ginny took a deep breath and finished the sentence for him, "This is going to be a lot harder than we thought."