Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: sorry it took so long to update. I've been on vacation. But this is Chapter Three. Another chapter will be here ASAP. It'll be longer, too. Here's that reminder again… Throughout the whole story the scenes change between the characters' stories. To make it easier to read…(1) is when it's Ron and Hermione, (2) is when it's Harry and Ginny, (3) is when all of them but one (who is conspicuously absent) are together, (4) is when all of them are together.

(2)

Saturday morning was met with much enthusiasm. It was only the third trip to Hogsmeade and the holiday was just around the corner. Harry was bundled up warm as he kept looking at his watch. The time seemed to be moving ever so slowly for him. This weekend took forever to come and it would be here soon. Harry looked around as Professor McGonagall walked toward the students. Where was she? Why wasn't she here?

She was nowhere in sight…but he could feel her near. He could sense that she was right behind him and…

"Ah!" she screamed. "Harry! You gave me a fright! What's going on?" she laughed.

"Looking for you is all. Do you need to do anything while we're there?"

"I do have to buy a present for Hermione. I wanted to get something that she could use to cheer up here mum. It can't be fun in a hospital all day and night."

"Probably not. That's a good idea. I wonder how Ron is doing there. It's a lot different in the Muggle world," Harry informed Ginny.

(1)

"I still don't understand this, Mione. How do I do it?" Hermione laughed again.

"I'll tell you but it really is the last time. You're being a bit ridiculous, don't you think?"

"That is why you love me," Ron joked. "One more time. I swear."

"Ok." She took the bottle of bleach from his hand. "You put the all the white clothes in the washer. Then you turn the knob to this—see that number? You put it there and fill the Bleach cap to the this line. Pour it in and pull out the button. That's all. When you do the colored clothes and towels you use 2 scoops of the powder detergent. It's really easy, Ron."

"And why can't I just put all of them together?"

"Because you can't. The colors will fade the whites and the towels will make them gross. Ok. Let's get our work."

"Mione, it's Saturday. Let's enjoy it. We have the whole weekend," Ron whined.

"And we already have a three days worth of work. We can't wait until the last minute because then we'll be really far behind." Ron gave in after listening to 15 minutes of reasons to get it done now.

(2)

Harry and Ginny sat down at Madam Puddifoot's for some lunch. The last time Harry had been there, it was with Cho and that had not ended well. But he was here with Ginny now and she was a different. They were different today and they'd had a good day together. They talked about all the things they'd been through together and remember to laugh at Ron for being, well…Ron. "That was great!" Ginny laughed. "So, why'd you ask me out, Harry?"

"What?" the question had taken him off guard.

"Why did you ask me out Harry? I know you already gave me what we called an answer but I really can't do this, Harry."

"Do what? I don't—"

"Do this. Go twenty rounds in the past again. I don't know what you want Harry. You won't tell me. I wish you would, I want you to but you don't. We just dance around the issue. And frankly Harry, if you don't want to be honest with me, there are other guys who would be. I just can't do this, Harry." Ginny lookied at him then got up from the table and raced out of the restaurant.

"Ginny! Ginny wait!" Harry followed her out the door.

(1)

The door closed behind them. "I can't stay here and act like it's all ok. It's not ok. I just need to think. I don't know how to let her be outside when she can't be." Ron kissed her cheek and she left the into the hospital waiting room. He walked outside. There was something about the snow that made him think better. If only it could snow inside. Then, Kate could have her snow and Hermione could be happy and he could honor her mum for the wonderful person she was. But there was no way to do that. Or, was there?

(2)

She went around the corner. Harry saw her and yelled but she didn't answer. As he turned another corner he heard her yelp. His heart skipped a beat as he got closer. "I'm really sorry, miss. Are you ok?" A man asked, helping her up.

"I'm fine. Thank you." Ginny got up and smiled at the man as she handed him something that had fallen out of his bag.

"Ginny!" Harry said as he turned her around to look at him. "What was all that about? That made no ruddy sense. What's going on?"

She looked at him and then anger flew across her face as she turned away from his intense gaze. "What is it Ginny? What?" He grabbed her hand but she pulled it away.

"That Harry. That exactly!" she turned around again. "I can't do this! You are the most confusing—Harry, you don't know what's wrong…and that's the problem. I've made it clear and I don't know how else to tell you without writing in the bloody sky!" Tears started to fall from her eyes. "I can't—we don't have a relationship Harry. We don't. I mean, we do but not the kind that I want. I just want you to be honest about how you feel but you aren't. I don't know why and I can't handle it. I've done everything but beat it out of you. Maybe… maybe this is all a mistake."

"What do you mean a mistake?"

"I mean, maybe we shouldn't be in a relationship…nothing but friends. Maybe that would be easier." Harry thought it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than him. "Yeah, I think that's be best. Later, Harry." She walked away from him.

Harry's head was racing as she took a third and fourth step in the frozen white snow. He could almost feel his heart jumping out of his chest at the thought of her leaving. "Ginny wait!" He yelled, practically jumping in front of her.

"Harry…" she whispered, choking back tears. "Don't do this. It's better."

"It's not better! You want to be honest with you? I'm scared ok? I'm scared. If you get involved with me you're going to get hurt. Every death eater, not to mention Voldemort, is out to get me. They want me gone, Ginny. If I get in a relationship with you…you'll get hurt. I don't want that for you. I care about you too much to lose you like I've lost everyone else."

"You're not going to lose me, Harry. You taught me everything I need to know of how to defend myself. I'm not going to leave you. And if you were to die, IF, then I'll help fight for your memory. It's a risk I'm willing to take, Harry. Really." Ginny whispered to him.

"Ginny, I know but it doesn't change anything. I really want this, I do…but you—"

"I'm right here, Harry! I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. You can't live your whole life afraid of living because you could die. Everyone dies Harry. It's life. But it's not for a long time. Do you want to start this? Do you? If not then I'll walk away and we can pretend none of this ever happened." Ginny let a tear fall from her red, freckled cheek.

Harry looked at her. "If I say yes? If I say, this is what I want, what then?"

"Then, you get it." Harry pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head in the falling snow.

A/N: Sorry this was short. I'm still looking for some more ideas for Ron to try in the muggle world. Thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW!