Author's Note: Wow, this is getting very repetitive: "I do not own any trade marked characters or concepts in this story. They all belong to J.K. Rowling." Thanks again for the reviews, guys :D

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III

Something, At Last

"This is bloody difficult," thought Harry, having just awoken. Of course, he was referring to the past three days; his trials and tribulations with Ginny. Not too much had changed, he discovered. In fact, if he hadn't known better, Harry would've thought that he were reliving the same day each morning. He and Ron would wake up and head down for breakfast. Ron would say something vaguely reassuring like "Give her some time, mate." Ginny would get her things whilst pretending that Harry weren't there, avoid her mother's conversation by mentioning the weather, or the fact that the furniture seemed out of place, and head upstairs, locking herself in her room, emerging only for meals and trips to the loo. Harry thought that things might be better when Hermione arrived, but as it turned out, her parents didn't want her leaving home for another week. The only good news was that Harry thought that he once saw her making eye contact with him during dinner the night before.

He shook his head disappointedly, "I'm probably just going mad," he muttered, and as he headed down for the first meal of the day, he started the cycle again once more.

Or did he? When he arrived at the landing and looked into the kitchen, he'd noticed that Ginny was already awake, and actually sitting around the table. A very peculiar feeling had taken residence in Harry's stomach: The past seventy-two hours had become predictable. Harry had now become afraid of what this change could mean. "Good, I hope," he thought as he walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning all," Harry said as he entered the room and took a seat beside Ron. He caught Ginny glaring at him for a moment before she turned her attention to the apple in front of her.

"Oh, and what a beautiful morning it is, Harry!" smiled a usually happy Mrs. Weasley.

Ron nodded, "Morning, mate," and then returned to his food.

And then something completely unexpected, yet welcome, occured. Ginny had mumbled something. Something that vaguely sounded like it might have been "Morning." Certainly, this wouldn't seem like much to the average onlooker, but it caused Harry's stomach to flip. Over this small, hardly even kind gesture, his first genuine smile in three days appeared. It seemed to Harry that the impossible had happened: Ginny had acknowledged his existence. He happily poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice, grabbed a banana from the bowl on the table, and began to consume his breakfast with a look of triumph on his face.

Ron seemed to notice this, "You've gone bloody mad, haven't you?" he said as he cleaned up and left the room, not waiting for a responce.

"Well, dears," Mrs. Weasley spoke up, "I've got yard work to do. See you 'round lunch time!" She happily left toward the garden, leaving Harry and Ginny alone at the table.

The tension that swept into the room was thick enough to cut with a chocolate frog, Harry felt. He wanted to desperately to talk to Ginny and tell her what he'd been thinking the past several days. He felt his heart begin to pound as he thought of her, and there she was in the room with him. He then frowned. Though things had seemed to be getting better, she still seemed to be too angry with him to look at him; he knew that apples weren't this fascinating. He needed to say something.

"--," breath was all Harry could get out of his mouth before Ginny suddenly sighed heavily and stood up, shoving her chair under the table, and strode out of the room. Although Harry hadn't expected this, he wasn't the least bit surprised. He returned to Ron's room to get ready for the day.

About a half-hour later, Harry emerged from the bathroom fully dressed and showered. As he walked down the hall, he stopped beside Ginny's door. He heard what sounded like the object of his supreme affection, in tears. He knocked.

"Go away!" Ginny's voice was muffled. Perhaps she was crying into her pillow...Harry hung his head and sighed. Was there nothing he could do? He decided to go help Mrs. Weasley, see what she had to say.

"Oh, Harry..." Molly Weasley's usually happy face saddened, "I...well...Ron told me your concerns and why the two of you split, and I must let you know that I agree." She was weeding her garden as she said this.

"You do?" Harry asked, "Then what do you think I can do? What do you think I should do?"

"Somehow," she stopped working and looked at him, "you need to find a way to talk to her. Face to face. Her behaviour has gotten to the point where I don't care what you say, as long as you think it'll get her to be a little more friendly. Especially since the wedding is in two weeks."

The wedding. Harry had forgotten. As the full moon was early this month, the Ministry had Bill moved to St. Mungo's in order to see just what the extent of his wounds entailed. Fleur stayed with him every moment, which Harry thought was a sure sign of true love. He smiled at this and wondered if he and Ginny could get married after all of this mess. He shook his head. What as he thinking? She wouldn't even speak to him, he needn't get his hopes so high. Mrs. Weasley appeared to be watching Harry fight with himself and spoke up.

"Are you alright, dear?" she asked, frowning. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, thanks," Harry responded, "I've just got a lot on my mind. Hey, would you like some help?" Harry decided that he needed to put his mind elsewhere for the moment.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, "Why yes, in fact it would be wonderful if you could degnome the garden. Those little pests are driving me mad."

Harry grinned and started immediately on his task. As he worked, he tried to determine what he'd say to Ginny when he got a chance. First, he'd apologise, of course. Then he'd mention the reason he broke it off with her in the first place, just to make sure they were on the same page. The next part was the hardest. He had to tell her how he felt now, maybe not everything as her heart could still be quite tender, but enough to make sure she knew. Harry frowned again when he realised that he would basically be telling her that all of this horrendous pain she'd been tortured with was just a rather hefty mistake on his part. He panicked as he repeated this to himself. "Bugger! What if she hates me for putting her through this meaningless pain!" Harry became apprehensive and the rest of the degnoming proved to be much more difficult than it normally would've been.

Later that same night...

The clock struck two in the morning. Harry tossed around in his bunk. Ron was snoring loudly. "I just can't sleep," Harry decided, and got out of bed. Harry had quietly exited the room and crept downstairs with every intention of heating himself some milk, when he heard something just as he stepped into the kitchen. A strange sniffing sound coming from outside. Harry walked over to the window and peered out. His heart leapt a foot from his chest: On the porch, sitting in a chair crying, was his beautiful Ginny. Harry felt uneasy and his breathing rate increased quite a bit. He needed to talk to her. Hell, he needed her. This was his chance. Harry mustered up every ounce of courage in his body and quietly opened the door.

"Ginny..." Harry said quietly. She stopped crying and, for the first time in about four days, looked at him expectantly.

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Well, there you have it. Your third chapter. I really hope you're all enjoying the story thus far. Having recieved some more reviews, I just thought I'd thank all of you again :D

dude: Thanks, and they'll be together in due time :D. As for the Horcruxes and the Final Battle...I think that'll may be a while off, yet.

fritz42: You've no idea how awesome it is to hear you say that. I appreciate it, and I'm really glad you're enjoying it.

Queen Tigress: Like I said, things'll work out in due time. And I agree, they are made for eachother.

Discombobulatedperson: I agree, when Harry decided to break off with Ginny I felt as if all trace of happiness was drained from the end of the story.

Well, it appears that I'll be able to continue pumping out a chapter a day. So I'd expect number four about this time tomorrow, if I were you :D Thanks for reading, everyone.

-Walz