A/N I want to apologize for the problems with the alerts last week. I know they never went out, which really made me mad because I love the previous chapter. Make sure you've read 15 before jumping into 16!

The next three days could have very easily been the longest of Ginny's life. During the war, when she would wait anxiously to hear if her family had made it through one more battle intact, the time went faster. It was like she was living in her own personal hell, and no one even realized anything was wrong. She was tortured with seeing Harry, yet having to keep her distance, she was constantly paranoid that someone was watching her every move, trying to find something to blackmail her with, and ever since her nightmare she was terrified of losing Harry; whether it be to another woman or to death.

Needless to say, when Monday rolled around Ginny found herself in the best mood she had felt since her glorious day with Harry. She was almost giddy when she watched the team leave the house and head out on the pitch for practice. She would soon be able to talk to Harry and finally figure out what was going on. She looked one of the windows at the back of the house and could barely make out seven people flying around the pitch. She became so wrapped up in watching them she didn't realize that someone was in the room with her.

"Hello, Ginny."

Ginny quickly turned around and let out a squeal of joy. "Dad!" she exclaimed as she ran over to where he was standing and practically jumped into his arms.

"Be careful now; I'm not as young as I used to be," Arthur said with a chuckle.

Ginny pulled back and looked at her father. Despite his age, she couldn't help but notice that he looked younger than he had since her mother died. "What's different?" she asked curiously.

Arthur smiled at his youngest child. "I'm happier."

"And why are you happier?"

Arthur put his arm over Ginny's shoulders and pulled her closer to him. "Because you're happier."

Ginny fought back the happy tears in her eyes and led her father into the living room where they could sit and talk. "So, what are you doing here, anyway? You're a couple of hours early."

"Well, from your last letter it really sounded like you needed some time alone with me, so I went by your boss's office and he said he didn't see why I couldn't come in before the other guests," Arthur explained.

"Well, it's a wonderful surprise," Ginny said.

"So, you and Harry," Arthur said, raising an eyebrow at his daughter.

Ginny blushed and looked around the room nervously, as if she were expecting someone to come leaping out of the shadows at any moment. "Yeah," she finally answered, unable to keep her joy out of her voice.

"And you're happy?"

"Well, not right now," Ginny said with a sigh. "You have no idea how hard it is to want to be with someone so much and know you can't. I just want to run into his arms and never let him go every time I see him, but I know I can't."

"Wait until you have kids," Arthur said chuckling. "Then you'll really know what it's like to have to wait to be with someone you love." Ginny blushed again and Arthur looked at her appraisingly. "You love him, don't you?"

"Am I that obvious?" Ginny asked.

"Well, I've gotten pretty good at picking up on that look on your face; especially when it comes to Harry," Arthur said gently. "So, shall I assume you've fallen for him again?"

Ginny shook her head. "I realized I never stopped loving him. I just tried to bury all of this hurt and pain with anger and I never realized the reason why it still hurt so much."

"Because you're in love with him," Arthur finished for her.

Ginny sighed. "I think I always have been."

"And what does Harry think?"

Ginny collapsed back into the overstuffed chair she was sitting in. "Harry doesn't know what he thinks. He knows he loves me, and that he was in love with me, but he's just not sure where his feelings lie now."

"But he does want to be with you?" Arthur questioned.

"As soon as we can without getting into trouble," Ginny answered. "He wants to work on rebuilding our trust and our love."

"Well, that's as good of a place to start as any," Arthur said. "Love is work, Ginny. There were days when I didn't like your mother very much; there were plenty of days when we didn't get along. But I loved her with all my heart, and I knew that as long as we had that we could work through anything that came our way. If you and Harry really love each other, everything will work out for the best."

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to talk to someone about this who actually knows me better than they know Harry," Ginny said gratefully.

"Well, I'm just glad now I didn't manage to convince Ron to come here with me," Arthur replied.

Ginny's eyes widened. "Ron was invited here today?"

Arthur nodded. "His friend Jeff invited him because none of his family could make it. Ron refused though since Harry would be here, and because I think he was worried Hermione would be here as well."

"She will be," Ginny said, obviously relieved. "I'm glad to have avoided the scene that would have caused."

Arthur looked at Ginny questioningly. "So when are you going to tell Ron about all of this? When are you going to tell any of your brothers for that matter?"

Ginny couldn't help but groan at the thought. "I don't know when because I don't know how. I've found out some things that really clear everything up, but I'm not allowed to share those things with other people. I know for a fact that Harry and Hermione were never dating, and I know for a fact that Harry hasn't been parading around with different women all over the country, but to explain things to Ron would mean betraying people's trust. I've worked too hard to get Harry to trust me again to do that."

"So just tell Ron that Harry and Hermione were never together and let him question them," Arthur suggested.

"Do you think Harry and Hermione haven't tried that already? Dad, Harry sent Ron and I letters everyday for a week trying to explain things, and not only did Ron send his letters back unopened, but he intercepted mine and sent them back as well."

"I wasn't aware…"

"Neither was I. Ron's lucky I haven't hexed him into next week yet," Ginny said sourly. "So much of this could have been avoided…"

"I'm sorry you've had to endure all of this," Arthur said sadly.

"Have you made any progress with him, Dad?" Ginny asked. "I think that if he could accept Harry, the twins and Charlie would follow easily. After all, he's the only reason we were all so mad at Harry."

"I've made some progress with getting Ron to open up a bit more, but I haven't said anything regarding Harry. I didn't feel like he was ready to cross that bridge yet," Arthur replied.

"Well we have until after the World Cup to get him ready, because I'm not going to stay away from Harry a second longer than I have to!" Ginny proclaimed.

"Do you have any idea what you're going to do?"

Ginny shook her head. "I'll come up with something. Maybe Tonks can help me… Did you know she's been keeping tabs on our family for Harry this past year?"

"I did," Arthur replied. "Ginny, I must confess something to you."

Ginny's relaxed state vanished instantly and she felt her paranoia start to creep back into her mind. "What?" she whispered.

"I know why Hermione broke up with Ron, or at least I'm pretty sure I know why," Arthur said slowly. "I know what's wrong with Harry, and why he stopped trying to make you understand what happened."

"I don't understand," Ginny interrupted, her voice barely audible.

"I have access to Harry's file… I was one of the original people who worked on his case…"

Ginny's jaw dropped. "And all this time you couldn't find it in your heart to help Ron and me fix our lives?" she asked, her voice filled with accusation.

"I couldn't have even if I thought it was for the best. And you won't be able to say anything either if you pass through all of the clearance," Arthur said gently.

"All this time…"

"I'm sorry. You don't know how much it tortured me to see what you all were going through, knowing I held all the answers. It was killing me; I thought your mother would have just said forget the ministry, forget the contracts, I'm helping my babies… I felt like she was so disappointed in me…" Arthur's voice trailed off and Ginny could see the tears in her father's eyes.

Ginny wanted to be furious. She wanted to yell and scream and kick her father out of her life for keeping something so important from her. But if there was anything she'd learned since starting her job it was that staying angry didn't solve any of her problems. "If anything, she'd be disappointed in how we let our family fall apart," Ginny said quietly. "But we're trying to fix that now, aren't we?" Ginny forced a smile to try and reassure her father.

"Yes, yes we are."

"I wonder why Harry didn't tell me you knew," Ginny said, more to herself than her father.

"That would be because I asked him not to. I thought if the issue were ever to come up, I should be the one to tell you," Arthur explained, regaining his composure. "I didn't want you to take your issues with me out on him." Arthur paused, trying to examine the expression on Ginny's face. "Do you hate me?"

"No… I am angry, but I understand that you were in a tough position. I hope that I'm never put in a similar situation. It's just frustrating that so many people know the things I've been trying so desperately to find out," Ginny explained, surprisingly able to keep her emotions in check. "I think you're going to have a much tougher time if Ron ever finds out."

"I know, which is one of the reasons I just wasn't talking to him the way I used to. I was afraid that I would see how hurt he is and just spill everything to him."

"Do you think I'll ever know everything?" Ginny asked quietly.

"I'm sure of it. I know Harry was talking to Minister Bones just last week about his file," Arthur said gently. "I think he'll tell you when he feels like the time is right."

"I'm getting tired of waiting," Ginny said.

"You sound like your mother when she was waiting for me to propose," Arthur mused, smiling at the memory.

"I miss her so much right now."

"Me too. You remind me of her."

Before Ginny could respond she heard the back door to the house open and knew that her time alone with her father was over. "Are you ready to meet the team?" Ginny asked. Arthur grinned broadly and nodded his head right as the team walked into the living room, led by Tank.

"Mr. Weasley!" Harry exclaimed happily.

Arthur walked over to Harry and shook his hand. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Arthur, now?"

"Probably at least one more," Harry joked. "How've you been? I haven't seen you in a while."

"Oh, you know. Some days are harder than others, but I have a feeling things will be looking up again very soon," Arthur said with a glint in his eye.

"Dad," Ginny interrupted, "Let me introduce you to the team. This is Tank, Dustin, Wesley, MJ, Jacob, and Jeff." They all exchanged pleasantries and shook hands.

Arthur looked around the room. "Now, MJ, are you Angelina's cousin?"

"That's right. I just love Fred and George," MJ said with a chuckle.

"And Jeff, Ron's brought you by the house before, hasn't he?"

Jeff nodded. "I came by once before we went to a Quidditch match together."

"Well, it certainly is splendid to meet all of you. Ginny speaks so highly of you all," Arthur continued.

"Dad!" Ginny said, trying not to blush. She turned her back to her father so she could address the team. "You lot better go ahead and clean up if you don't want to stink when your guests arrive," Ginny said.

"Tank, since you gave me your room you can use my shower first. I want to talk to Mr. Weasley a bit before I go up," Harry said as the team headed for the stairs.

Tank turned around and looked at Harry curiously but didn't let his voice show his question. "Thanks, mate."

Harry, Ginny and Arthur all sat back down in the living room; Harry and Ginny on the couch and Arthur on one of the armchairs.

"How've you been, Harry?" Arthur asked.

Harry snuck a shy glance at Ginny before blushing. "Never better."

"We'll talk more about that later," Arthur said, pretending to be stern.

"I'm assuming you told Ginny?" Harry asked.

"I did."

Harry turned his attention to Ginny. "And you're not mad?"

"I am, but staying angry wouldn't help anything."

"But the question is still how do you make Ron understand," Arthur added.

"Hermione will never tell him," Harry said. "I've been through it with her a thousand times; she's not going to give in. She still believes it's for the best."

"Maybe I can talk to her," Arthur suggested.

"She doesn't know you know… We're going to have to work to keep her from freaking out when she sees you here," Harry said with a sigh. "But I'm going to go clean up now; I'll see you both in a little bit." Harry stood up and walked upstairs towards his bedroom.

"Why is everything about wanting to be with Harry difficult?" Ginny asked her father, groaning in frustration.

"Because, Ginny, the best things in life don't come easily. Just have patience."

An hour and a half later, the entire team had eaten and was anxiously waiting by the door for their loved ones to arrive. Ginny hung towards the back of the crowd with her father, simply enjoying being in his presence for the first time since her mother's death. She put her arm around her father's waist and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Do you think I should tell them that everyone is arriving by a portkey in the living room?" she whispered, grinning.

Arthur looked at his daughter and chuckled. "Let them be surprised."

Ginny glanced down at her watch. "They'll be figuring it out any second now." True to her word, there was suddenly a loud crash coming from the other room. Everyone exchanged nervous glances before hurrying to see what the commotion was. Ginny linked her arm with her father's and sauntered into the next room. The scene before them could only be described in one word: chaos. It appeared that the portkey had landed several of it's travelers on top of the coffee table, there were three women in a tangled heap on the floor, and at least three children crying loudly. Ginny watched as the team rushed to separate their own guests from the mess that lay before them. Ginny had to fight to keep herself from laughing when she realized Hermione was on the floor, underneath a blonde woman she didn't recognize. She watched Harry pull the other woman off the floor, and then helped Hermione off the floor. She wasn't surprised when she saw Harry wrap Hermione in a tight hug, but she had to keep her jealousy in check when he pulled the blonde into a tight hug as well. Ginny had to admit she was very attractive, if you liked that long legged, curvy, doe eyed type. Ginny saw Wesley lean over and whisper something in Harry's ear, causing Harry to chuckle. Harry noticed Ginny watching him and beckoned her to join them, but she shook her head no. For the moment, she was content to watch everyone else interact and enjoy their guests.

"Minister Bones thought it would be best if Tonks came as one of her other personalities," Arthur whispered in Ginny's ear.

Ginny looked at her father and tried to keep the look of relief off her face. "I figured as much," she lied.

Arthur laughed. "I'm sure you did. I just wanted to make sure you didn't hex her or Harry without it being necessary."

Ginny tried to glare at her father but couldn't keep the smile off her face. "You caught me. But if you'll excuse me for a moment, I think it's time I pulled this crowd into a bit of order." Arthur nodded his approval and Ginny stepped away from him. "Sonorus. Excuse me!" The crowd silenced accept for the one child who was still crying. "Quietus. For those of you I don't know, I'm Ginny Weasley. I live here at the manor and work with the team on a day to day basis. I can honestly say that nothing is ever boring living with these guys! I guess I want to thank you all for making the sacrifice and being away from them for so long. It'll all be over soon." Ginny smiled at everyone before continuing. "Tank, why don't you start off all the introductions?"

"Sure thing!" Tank replied happily. "This is my wife Marissa, and these our kids Helen and Eric." Ginny smiled sympathetically as Marissa tried to get Eric to stop crying.

"Sorry about him," Marissa said, sweeping the young boy up in her arms. "He'll calm down eventually."

"Don't worry about it, Marissa," Dustin said. "We all just know now that he takes after his father." When the laughter died down Dustin spoke up again. "This is my wife, Beth, and our two sons, Marcus and Davis." The two boys looked to be around six and ten, just old enough to feel awkward around such a large group of adults.

"I'll go next," MJ spoke up. "This is my lovely, wonderful, talented, beautiful mother, Marjorie."

"And now all I have to do is figure out why he's sucking up to me," Marjorie added, causing everyone to chuckle.

"Your mum's got your number down, MJ," Wesley said. "This is my wife, Lori. She's flying solo today; our son Drew is with his aunt this week."

"Well, my dad couldn't make it here today," Jeff spoke up. "And one my good friends declined to come as well, but my good friend Gabby hung in there and came to see me today." Gabby was very beautiful, very exotic looking. Ginny couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be surveying the room, as if she was taking inventory of all the men. The thought made Ginny feel slightly uneasy.

"It's very nice to meet you all," Gabby all but purred, drawing in the attention of every man in the room.

"Harry, why don't you go next," Ginny spoke up, desperate to break the trance everyone seemed to be in.

"Well, this is my roommate and best friend from school, Hermione Granger," Harry said, motioning in Hermione's direction, "And this is Alexa Mallory, I met her after my first Quidditch match and we've been friends ever since. Apparently she's my biggest Quidditch fan."

"Haven't I met you before?" Wesley asked. "After one of our matches?"

"I believe so," Tonks replied, sporting a false Irish accent. "It's lovely to see you again."

"I think that just leaves you, Jacob," Ginny said.

"Well, this is Chloe," Jacob said wrapping his arms around her waist. "The best thing that's ever happened to me." Jacob leaned forward and placed a kiss on Chloe's cheek.

"Now see, Matthew, he sounded genuine with his compliment," Marjorie said, swatting MJ on the arm. Everyone started laughing.

"Definitely got your number down, mate," Tank said through his chuckles. "So what's next for all of us, Miss Weasley?"

"You're free to do whatever you want as long as you don't leave the grounds. Dinner will be at seven, we'll reconvene in the dining room then. It was a pleasure to meet you all and I hope you all enjoy your time here." As the crowd began to scatter, Harry, Hermione, and Tonks walked over to Ginny and Arthur.

"Hi, Arthur," Tonks said, extending her hand politely. "I'm sorry for the formalities, but I don't want to make anyone suspicious."

"Not a problem, dear," Arthur replied smiling. "Hermione, it's lovely to see you again."

Ginny thought it looked like Hermione reverted back into a shy twelve year-old girl. "It's nice to see you too, Mr. Weasley," she said meekly.

"Why don't I show you all my quarters?" Ginny suggested. Everyone seemed to understand that they needed the privacy and followed Ginny up the stairs to her room. Ginny ended up walking directly beside Harry, and she leaned over so only he could hear her. "What did Wesley say to you that was so funny?" she whispered.

"He asked me how it felt to have three of my girlfriends in the room at the same time," Harry replied.

It took all of Ginny's strength not to completely lose it on the stairs. "He thinks I'm your girlfriend?" she hissed.

"Calm down, I'm pretty sure he was just referring to the fact that we did have a date once… but he has been asking a lot of questions lately."

"Would you two care to fill the rest of us in?" Tonks asked.

"As soon as we get in my room," Ginny replied. A few moments later, Ginny had ushered them all into her bedroom. She cast a locking and silencing charm on her room, while Tonks transfigured her bed into a table with chairs.

"Before you all start any conversation, I think it's important that Hermione knows I've seen her and Harry's files," Arthur said, sitting down at the table.

Hermione's eyes grew wide. "You know?"

"I haven't told anyone yet, Hermione," Arthur said gently. "I'm not going to anytime soon."

"I appreciate that," Hermione said quietly.

"That's not what we need to discuss now," Tonks interrupted. "I'm sure Hermione knows where we all stand on the topic."

"Well, I guess you all know that Ginny and I both received cryptic messages from Tank the other day about someone trying to use our relationship against us," Harry began. "When we got back to the manor after our day off, I had a letter from someone threatening me." Harry pulled the letter out of his pocket and set it out on the table.

"Quit the team," Tonks read out loud. "Not exactly the worst threat on you I've ever seen."

"The thing is, that letter could have only come from someone directly linked with the team… it's the way our mail system works," Ginny explained.

"But that doesn't mean they actually know anything," Hermione said reasonably. "They could just be trying to freak you out."

"Well they're doing a good job of it," Ginny muttered.

"I think the important thing to consider," Arthur said slowly, "Is who would gain anything from you quitting the team." They sat in silence for a few minutes while everyone pondered question.

"I don't think anyone would gain much of anything," Harry said. "None of these guys are all that close with the reserve, and honestly their best chance at winning anything would be with me on the team."

"Maybe it's because you get too much attention from the press," Tonks suggested. "Maybe they're jealous."

"But that could be just about anyone," Ginny said, groaning.

"Doesn't sound like Tank," Harry said thoughtfully. "He gets enough attention on his own; being the captain and facing retirement. And, while Jacob doesn't get much attention, I think he's too shy to really want any."

"Not to mention the fact that he worships the ground you walk on," Ginny teased. Harry only responded by rolling his eyes.

"I'm just not sure what to think," Arthur said.

"I know one thing," Tonks said. "This isn't the last threat. This was just something to try and get to you worked up. They haven't even said what they really want yet."

"Why do you say that?" Ginny asked.

"Because the contract I signed forbid me from quitting. If this came from a team member, they would know that," Harry explained.

"Great," Ginny said bitterly. "So there's nothing we can do?"

"Not for now," Tonks said. "You two have to be very careful and just wait it out."

"In that case," Ginny said, forcing a smile, "Why don't you all enjoy yourselves while you're here?"

"I can take you guys out to the pitch," Harry suggested.

"Before we go, I'd like to show you all something," Hermione said. She reached down in her purse and pulled out a picture. The photo was of an infant, not even a year old, cooing and sucking on its hand. "She's mine," Hermione whispered. "Her name's Lillith Casey, soon to be Lillith Casey Granger. I get her in about a week."

Harry stood up and embraced Hermione in a loving hug. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Congratulations," Ginny added. "She's beautiful."

"Her parents were murdered by Death Eaters a few months after she was born. Her mother had enough warning to hide Lillith in a secret room under the house. The Aurors found her sleeping peacefully there the next morning." Hermione looked at Harry and smiled sadly. "I'm going to call her Lilly, if that's okay with you. When I heard her name, I knew it was a sign that this was meant to be… I was meant to raise her."

"I think that'd be wonderful," Harry replied, his voice obviously choked up.

"Hermione, I'm happy for you too, but I want to get out to the pitch before we have to leave," Tonks said suddenly. "No offense, but I don't want to spend our short time here being sad."

"No, you're right," Hermione said. "I just wanted to share this with all of you."

"Well, you lot go outside and have fun," Arthur said. "I'm getting too old to keep up with all of you. I'll just sit downstairs and relax."

"I'll stay with you, Dad," Ginny said immediately. Ever since her talk with her father that morning, she had felt closer to him than she had in years. She wasn't going to be ready to say goodbye to him when he had to leave later that night. She linked her arm with her father's like she had done earlier in the day and walked back downstairs. They said goodbye to Harry, Hermione, and Tonks and sat down on the couch. Ginny saw her father close his eyes, so she walked over to the nearest window to view the pitch. She saw Harry laughing with Hermione and Tonks, Tank was taking his daughter for a ride, and Dustin was demonstrating plays in the air for his boys with his wand. Jacob and Chloe were suspiciously absent, and Jeff, Gabby, Marjorie, and MJ were sitting under a tree talking. It looked to Ginny like MJ was trying to put the moves on Gabby, while Jeff was looking none too pleased. The sound of someone arriving by Floo snapped Ginny back into reality. Her first thought was panic, knowing that the Floo Network wasn't supposed to be open, but she tried to assure herself that Mr. Perry had opened it. She was shocked when she walked back into the living room to find Ron standing there, brushing himself off.

"Ron!" she exclaimed nervously. "I didn't think you were coming!"

"Well, I didn't want to," he replied sourly. "But Mr. Perry knew I was invited and insisted that I come."

"Good for him," Arthur said. "I'm glad someone can get through to you."

"I'm not staying long," Ron said. "Just long enough to appease Mr. Perry so I don't lose my job."

"Oh," Ginny said, trying to hide her relief. The last thing she needed the week before the World Cup was any kind of a fight.

"Don't look so disappointed," Ron said sarcastically. Instead of responding Ginny rolled her eyes and walked back over to the window.

"You need to watch your attitude," Arthur said firmly. "Your sister did nothing to provoke you. You should apologize."

"Fine," Ron said. He followed Ginny's path over to the window. "Sorry," he said sheepishly.

"It's okay," Ginny replied. "Let's go back and sit with Dad," she said quickly, trying to pull Ron away from the window. But it was too late, the damage had been done. From the window Ron had a perfect view of Harry, Hermione, and Tonks as Alexa. The three of them were now lounging around in the grass, talking and laughing. Ginny could see the anger boiling up in Ron, his expression turned cold.

"Ron," Ginny began, but found she didn't really know what to say. She was trying to come up with something to try and calm him down, but she knew it was futile when she saw Hermione give Harry a kiss on his cheek.

"I think I should go…" Ron walked back into the living room and Ginny followed behind him.

"Don't be like this, Ron," Ginny said quickly. "You haven't even seen Jeff and he's the one who invited you."

"And why didn't you invite me," Ron shot back.

"Because I didn't think you'd come!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Or was it because you were afraid to let me see how close you've become with him? Did you feel guilty for betraying me while you were getting close to him?" Ron snarled.

He might as well have slapped Ginny across the face; his words hit her like a bucket of cold water. Everything she had been working for with Harry suddenly felt like disloyalty to Ron. She was so sure that she would be able to convince him that everything had been a big misunderstanding, but hearing his reaction she was losing her faith. She was frozen in place as she watched Ron walk away. She didn't know what she was supposed to do now. She couldn't abandon Harry, no matter how much Ron may hate him; it would be like giving back a delicious cake you had only had a bite of. She knew what it was like to be with Harry now, and there was no going back for her. But at the same time, she couldn't lose another family member; especially over something like this.

"Ginny?" Her father's voice brought her back to reality. "Ron just left… he seemed to be really upset about something."

"He saw Harry, Hermione, and Tonks outside and snapped," Ginny explained quietly. "He said I was betraying him by becoming close with Harry again, and he doesn't even know the half of it!" Ginny could no longer control her emotions, and she threw her arms around her father and began to sob.

"I was afraid of this," Arthur said as he consoled her.

"I thought he would just remember that Harry was his best friend, accept everything, and then we could all move on!" Ginny cried.

"It's been too long for it to be that simple," Arthur said.

"So you're saying we need a plan?" Ginny asked.

"I'm saying that Ron needs to talk to Hermione, and they're both too stubborn to do it on their own," Arthur replied.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, walking into the room with Hermione and Tonks.

"Well, Ron was just here," Arthur explained. Ginny couldn't help but notice that Hermione looked like she had just seen a ghost. "He said some hurtful things to Ginny and then left, don't worry."

"It's okay, I'm fine," Ginny assured them.

"Well, I just wanted to say goodbye before I had to go back to the office," Tonks said, obviously feeling a little awkward. "I could only get a little bit of time off."

"It was so good to see you again!" Ginny said, giving Tonks a hug.

"You too. Bye everyone!"

"Wait, Tonks, how are you leaving?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, Minister Bones gave me another portkey so I could get back." As she spoke Tonks pulled a pocket watch out of her robes and winked. She pressed the button on the top of the watch and in a flash she disappeared.

"Hermione," Arthur said suddenly. "It's been so long since I've gotten to talk to you, would you like to take a walk with me?"

Picking up on his hint, Hermione smiled and nodded. "I'd love to, Mr. Weasley." She took his arm and led him back outside.

Ginny took a look around the room and motioned for Harry to follow her before taking off in the direction of her room. She reached her room in record time, and had barely cast a locking and silencing charm on her bedroom when Harry attacked her. She responded eagerly to his advances, barely registering his roaming hands and kisses. He was leading her back towards her bed, not breaking their contact. Ginny would have given anything in that moment to give in and enjoy her time with Harry, but when they fell over on her bed she was brought back into reality. She separated herself from Harry, and lay on the bed trying to catch her breath.

Harry seemed to understand her reason for stopping, because he didn't protest. He rolled over on his side and ran a hand up her arm whispering, "I've missed you so much," over and over again.

"We have to do something about Ron," Ginny said finally. "He's not going to come around on his own, and I'm starting to think he won't come around even if I tell him everything. I think he needs to talk to Hermione."

Harry sighed. "She'll never agree to speak to him. And she's finally settling down; she's finally happy. I can't take that all away from her now."

"She'd be happier with Ron," Ginny pointed out. "She's just too stubborn to admit it."

"And what do you propose we do about that?"

Ginny's eyes twinkled. "I have a few ideas."

A/N Well I almost missed my Sunday deadline after the first week I set it. Fortunately, everything worked out. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and as always, please review! Thanks for all of your support. This was a hard chapter to write due to the number of people involved, and I'd love to know how you think it came off.