A/N: Here you are with chapter two as promised. I have two stories at once going now, something I swore I would never do, but there you have it. For full disclaimer by the way see chapter one.

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Harry Potter Year Six: Chapter 2

Ginny sat at the breakfast table sipping her tea thoughtfully as she strung together the thought of that morning in her head. It seemed like a long time ago when in reality it had only been a few hours. Her mother was bustling around cleaning because Hermione was coming to stay with them at the Burro for the reminder of the summer holidays. Ginny couldn't wait to see her friend once more, they hadn't seen each other in weeks and there was so much to catch up on!

Harry was sitting on Ron's bed in his room beneath the attic. The vibrant orange of the bedspread made him feel as though his pants were going to catch fire at any second. Ron was pacing, cleaning up the room and throwing all of his comics in a crate in the closet.

"Relax mate, its just Hermione!" Ron glared across at Harry, "Yeah, I know, I'm not cleaning the place up for her or anything, I've been meaning to do this for ages!" He said defensively.

A sound from downstairs made Ron jump reflexively. Harry looked over at his now pale friend. "Hey, I think Hermione is here," Ron didn't move, he just stood watching a poster of Viktor Krum performing some extraordinary seeking dives. "Well, aren't you going to go down and say hi?" He tried again to garner his attention. "Yeah. You go ahead, I'm almost done here." Ron muttered distractedly as he reached up and ripped the poster down to shove in his closet along with half of the other things that had adorned his room.

Hermione was sitting in the kitchen looking curiously around at the Burro. It had been about a year since she had been there last, but nothing seemed to have changed at all in that time. She loved the cozy, well lived in atmosphere of the dwelling and the busy hive of activity of the many people that lived here. It was such a change from the stuffy and rather formal air of her home.

Ginny was talking to her, telling her al bout the things that had gone on between the times that they had seen each other last. It was so good to see her in person as apposed to letter correspondence. "So is Harry here yet? I knew that he was coming soon." Hermione asked Ginny. She didn't miss the slight blush as she replied that he had in fact come last week. What was that all bout she wondered to herself making a mental note to ask her about that later when she deemed that she would answer her.

Ginny and Hermione looked up from the table when footsteps were herd coming down the stair well into the kitchen. Hermione jumped up and ran to give Harry a hug.

"It's wonderful to see you! I bet your glad to have gotten out of the Dursleys!"

Harry nodded "You have no idea! I thought coming here wouldn't come soon enough!"

Hermione looked at him, "Why didn't you come sooner than?"

Ginny didn't miss the slightly panicked and hesitant look in his eyes.

"Mum thought he should spend some time with his family first, and we were in Romania visiting Bill anyways." She lied smoothly.

Harry looked surprised at Ginny, he knew that was a dead lie, but she was throwing him a bone and he was taking it. Hermione seemed to take that answer without question or suspicion and changed the subject. "Where's Ron?"

Ginny had to bite back a laugh, she saw right through the would-be casual voice in Hermione's question.

"He's upstairs still," He was on the verge of saying "Cleaning his room of anything he thinks you won't like," But knew that Ron would be highly embarrassed, and would probably kill him for that.

Ron came in at the perfect moment, as though he had been waiting just outside for his cue, then again, Harry reminded himself, he probably had, and it would fit in quite nicely with the trend that his best mate had gone completely mad.

"Hermione, it's great to see you again! How has your summer been going?" Ron asked while dropping the glass he had been holding. Luckily it didn't break, but that was because it landed right on Ginny's favorite robe, which she happened to be wearing.

"Oh… cold…. very…cold…" She said breathlessly as she hopped around the kitchen in search of a towel, the ice-cold water dripping from her robes and most certainly not feeling very pleasant on her skin. She ran upstairs, presumably to change, still exclaiming her displeasure. "Sorry Ginny!" Ron called up the stairs. "Not as sorry as you're going to be!" Came an angry voice from the floor above.

Ron blanched at this blatant threat. "Good luck with that mate!" Harry said solemnly, patting his friend on the back. Hermione had to stifle a giggle; this was going to be an interesting stay if nothing else.

"Hey Harry, could you show Hermione where she's going to be staying, as it's Ginny's room I don't think I should go near there yet." Harry grinned and agreed Ron would indeed have to watch his back for a while.

"Right this way milady," Harry said dramatically, causing Hermione to laugh, "You are so weird." "Yeah, but that's what makes me so much fun!" He said good-naturedly.

As they approached a blue door at the end of a narrow hallway, he said, this is where I leave you. Hermione nodded and knocked on the doorway to Ginny's room.

A much dryer Ginny opened the door and let in Hermione. "Tell Ron this isn't over yet!" Ginny told Harry. "Don't worry, he knows, that's why he sent me up here instead." Harry said, earning a laugh from all those present.

Hermione set her bag in the corner of the small room. The walls were painted a light pink and the curtains and bedspread matched, both being a deeper pink shot with gold.

Hermione set her quilt that she had brought from home and her pillow on the mattress that had been laid on the floor. She plopped down and looked up at Ginny who was brushing her bright red hair in front of he mirror.

"So, what's up with Harry?" She asked knowingly. Ginny froze. "What do you mean?" She asked cautiously, this was Hermione after all, the smartest witch like, ever, talking to her about anything like this was like treading dangerous ground. "Well, I just sort of expected him to be more down than he is, not that I'm not glad that he's happy and all, it's just so sudden." Ginny let out the tension in her chest. At least she hadn't been too obvious in the kitchen about her feelings for the wizard. "I don't think he is truly happy yet, I think that he is still struggling inside. You know, not really knowing what to think but he's trying to put on a good face for you and Ron so you don't worry about him. He really hates when you worry about him, it makes him feel guilty." Ginny had no idea where that had come from, the words had just tumbled from her mouth, but she knew right away that was exactly how he felt.

Hermione was stunned, but when she thought about it, she was not at all surprised; she had known all along that Ginny and Harry were very similar. "You like him then?" She asked, but it wasn't really a question and Ginny knew it. " I have always admired him, he is a really nice person." She said diplomatically. Hermione wasn't going to win that easily. She had grown up with six older siblings, each one more conniving than the last; she knew how to play the game.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Ginny had both answered her, without telling her anything at all and she knew that was exactly what she had been trying to do. She decided to take a gamble, if she hit the nail on the head, than maybe she could tell something about her reaction. "So I was right then, you do like him." Ginny was caught, no matter what she said Hermione would know. I knew this wouldn't end well, but she's even better than I thought. Ginny thought to herself. May as well just tell her, you never know, she may even be able to offer me some advice, as she is the only girl around. "Yeah, I do, and have for a while now, and after our two hour talk at five in the morning this morning, I really don't know what to think" She said, sitting back and watching the reaction she knew she would get, she wasn't disappointed.

"What!" Hermione almost yelled. She was flabbergasted, she knew that she was right, but something about how Ginny had just fully opened up and told her surprised her, and she wasn't expecting that at all! Seeing the smug look on Ginny's face she knew that that was exactly what she had been going for. Hermione did a very un-Hermione headshake of her long brown hair as she squealed. "Oh my god, you have to tell me everything!" Ginny laughed at her friend's reaction.

Ginny told all about how they had sat on the log and talked, omitting the parts with the jokes of Voldemort nearly killing them, for some reason, she thought that Hermione wouldn't find them as funny as Harry and Her seemed to.

Hermione was surprised at what Harry had told her, some of the things were news to her. She wasn't really all that surprised though; after all, they did have a lot in common in a certain touchy subject.

"Very cool Ginny, I hope it works out for you!" She said in the end, knowing full well, that she would find a way to make it work, with or without Harry and Ginny's knowing. They were just too perfect for each other.


A/N: So, what did you think, is the story wortha mouse click, if it is, click the mouse and review to tell me what you think of it. I am open to suggestions, as well as what to call this story, because I am not attached to the title to say the least.