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LAST CHAPTER: "Rubbish." Ron blurted in between bites.

"Harry, is that true?" Hermione asked.

"I..I..."

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Harry blinked, his hands clutching the sides of the paper quite tightly.

"Is it?" Hermione repeated herself.

"I, um, I've got to go." And with that, the brunette crumpled the paper and stood up, his robes dashing around behind him as he sprinted out of the silenced great hall.

"What was that all about?" Ron had finally stopped stuffing his face, and was now eyeing Hermione a bit.

"I don't know…" She shook her head faintly. Part of her was ready to break down and cry more tears than she ever knew she had, while the other part of her wanted to congratulate the couple, if there actually was one.

Meanwhile, Harry was pushing his way through the students of all ages and down the corridors. He mumbled the password to Gryffindor Tower when he approached the fat lady painting.

"Go ahead." She granted him permission to enter, and swung open.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled from the common room. "Ginny, where are you?"

"H—Harry? What's wrong?" Ginny yawned with cracked and foggy eyes from the corner of the room, where she was seated on an attractive leather chair.

"Ginny, what's this?" Harry demanded an answer when he shoved the newspaper into her face almost exactly like they had done to him in the Great Hall.

Ginny took a second to read the headline, and the first few lines of the article. "I should ask you the same thing."

"That's not funny. What did you tell them?"

"Nothing. And who's them?"

"Don't be so naïve, I thought we were going to keep this secret. And I sure as bloody hell didn't tell anyone."

"And you think I did?" Ginny crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a challenging smirk.

"Ginny, listen, I really love you, but it's still to early to tell them."

"What about Ron and Hermione? They can keep a secret."

"We'll talk about it tonight, okay? I need to give 'Mione and Ron some sort of explanation."

"Please, Harry, why can't we just tell them we're in love! We should share it with the world, and I'll be damned if a newspaper article is going to tear us apart."

Harry reached down and entwined his fingers in her own. He brushed his lips feather touchingly against hers. "Fine…we'll tell them tonight."

"Really! Oh, lovely Harry!" She kissed his cheek and giggled to herself. "I love you, you know."

"I hadn't noticed." Harry joked quietly, and slowly pulled away from her embrace to leave the common room.

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"Harry, where have you been?" Asked an eager voice from behind him in the corridor.

"Sorry, I had to deal with something." He grumbled lightly.

"Are you all right?" The girl seemed a bit concerned for her friend.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry rubbed his scar and wrinkled his nose to chuckle away the awkward silence.

"So, um, if you don't mind me asking…is it true?"

"Is what true?" Harry was definitely at little out if it. His mind was racing with thoughts. Some incoherent, others relevant with the conversation.

"The article. Is it true?" Hermione questioned once again, and her eyes were deep with passion and emotion.

"Listen, Herm—" Harry started slowly, but was cut off by Hermione nearly bursting into tears.

"No, Harry! You don't keep something like that from your best friends!" Her yells echoed in the dark hallway. "You just…you just don't." Calming down just a bit, she turned to storm down the hallway.

"Hermione, wait, you don't understand!" Harry shouted into the darkness. And he was suddenly all alone. In the pitch black corridors. Feeling like an idiot. How could he let this happen? Ginny was pretty much something he had on the side. He knew his true love was Hermione, but as much as he tried to convince himself that it just wouldn't work, his heart leapt every time her saw her.

And that very night seemed just like every other night. That is, until he stepped into the Head Gryffindors' common room. His emerald eyes scanned the room carefully for any sign of human life.

"Harry, you're just in time." Ron greeted from the floor, where he sat beside the raging fire.

"Hello, Harry." Both Ginny and Hermione said from the couch, only Hermione was much less cheerful and enthusiastic than Ginny.

"'Lo." Harry spoke softly to all three, and took his seat on a maroon velvet chair that matched the Gryffindor colors.

"Ron, 'Mione, we have some wonderful news." Ginny squealed with delight when she curled into Harry's lap. "Harry and I are in love." She said dreamily while staring at Harry for a reaction.

Harry stood silent. He blinked, sighed, then threw on a fake smile to please his fiancé.

Hermione clenched her fists that rested on her lap beneath the thin material of her blanket. "Oh." Hermione gasped in a cracked voice.

"Well, uhm, that's great, mate." Ron tried to ignore the obvious rhyme he had just so moronicly made.

Ginny's slender fingers found Harry's, and she turned again to face the two. "And…Harry's asked me to marry him." She blurted under her breath, just barely loud enough for them to make out the basic idea of what she was saying.

"So then, it's true?" Hermione's voice was no longer caring and sympathetic. It sounded harsh, and cold, almost as if he had betrayed her.

The dark brunette locks of his russled when he nodded his head in Hermione's direction.

"I better be getting to bed." Hermione excused herself of the group when she made her way up the steps and into the Head Girl's bedroom.

"Me too." Ron silently stood up and brushed himself off. What could possibly be on him? Probably nothing, but he had to do something to break the nerve-racking moment.

"I'll go with you." Ginny said, after stealing Harry's lips with her own. "I'll see you tomorrow, my love."

"I mean…tonight." She added with a whisper into his ear, praying that Ron hadn't heard.

Harry received a devilish grin, and a wink as she stepped out of the room.

"Tonight."