Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters JK Rowling does. (This applies to the rest of the story but I'm not going to put it on every chapter.)

Author's Note: I'm sorry for the delay I've had a bit of writer's block and my internet is not cooperating with me. Thank-you again to my reviewers. Without further ado here's Chapter three.

Chapter 3

"Did you just say…" Ginny let her thought go unfinished, but both teens knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Umm…" Harry began before being abruptly cut off by Ginny.

"Bloody hell, Harry!" She yelled, "You can't do this to me. First you break up with me to 'protect' me and then…this…" she said adding air quotes to emphasise her emotion. "If you really do…" she paused momentarily, "Do you really think that he will care if you broke up with me, if you…" she paused again, "If you love me," she whispered. She was doing all she could not to cry and had successfully done so until this last sentence. The tears streamed down her face, she averted her eyes. She couldn't look at him; it would only make it worse.

"Ginny, I'm…I don't know…I'm so…Why is everything so complicated?" he spat out. He looked up at her crying form. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and make her forget everything. Take all her pain away. He knew that a great deal of the pain she felt was directly his fault. Without a second thought he took a step closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. "It's gunna be ok, Ginny," he repeated softly over and over to her. She was angry with him, but it felt so good to be in his arms again that she gave in and wrapped her arms around his torso returning the hug..

"I …" Ginny started but she was silenced by Harry's lips meeting hers in a sweet, but brief kiss. They broke apart.

"What does this mean?" Ginny questioned him placing her head on his chest.

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out," Harry replied stroking her hair.

Ron and Hermione sat on opposite beds in an awkward silence. She glanced around the room trying desperately to think of something to say. Why all of a sudden was it hard to talk to Ron? He was one of her best friends and they had been talking for years. Just say something! She thought to herself.

"What do you think is gunna happen with Harry and Ginny?" she asked lamely. Ron looked at her as if he just realized she was there.

"Huh, oh, I don't know," Ron spluttered. You sound so thick! He mentally scolded himself. "They're both so stubborn so who knows what will happen." They fell into the awkward silence again. All of sudden, their silence was broken with a shrill voice.

"THAT WON'T 'APAN," the two teenagers looked at each other.

"Should we go see what the problem is?" Ron asked tentatively.

"I suppose," Hermione stated standing up from the bed. Ron followed suit. When they reached the bottom of the stairs they saw Bill, Fleur and Mrs. Weasely standing in the kitchen. Fleur was clearly the one who had been yelling but Mrs. Weasely looked as if she had almost reached her breaking point as well. Upon seeing the three angry faces Ron turn on his heel and made to go back upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked him.

"Back upstairs," he stated plainly, "Mum looks ready to explode and, personally I don't want to be here when she does. I could very easily be blamed for something not related to this at all," he said.

"Oh, Fine," Hermione agreed beginning her ascent as well, "Let's go see how Harry and Ginny are," she stated. They silently ascended the many stairs to Ron's room, and tentatively gazed at the open door. "They're not yelling at least," Hermione offered.

"Let's just get this over with," Ron suggested. He pushed Hermione lightly through the door ahead of him. He did not want to be the first through that door. They entered the room only to see Harry and Ginny fast asleep, wrapped in each others arms on Harry's bed.

"Guess they made up," Hermione pointed out. "Should we wake them?" she asked.

"Yes!" Ron stated, walking to the bed. He began shaking the two sleeping forms. "I don't wanna see this. This is my sister and my best mate," he said sounding disgusted.

"Wha… What's going on!" Ginny exclaimed, while attempting to stand up. Her in hasty attempt she rolled herself off the bed and landed on the floor with a thump. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" She yelled at Ron, after realizing he had woken her up.

"Removing this disturbing image from my room," Ron argued back.

"Would you two stop," Hermione and Harry said.

"THAT IS UNEXCEPTABLE!" the shrill voice of Mrs. Weasely rang through the house from the kitchen.

"What is that about?" Harry and Ginny asked.

"Fleur is here," Hermione stated as if that awnsered all possible inquiries.

"Oh," Ginny said, "Makes sense. Let's go see if we can help." Ron groaned but followed the girls when Harry gave him a look that simply said, 'If I have to, and I do, than so do you.'

"What could they possibly be fighting about now?" Ron asked.

"Loads of things," Ginny replied as if it was the stupidest question she'd ever heard, "I guess we'll soon find out." She turned her glance from Ron to Harry briefly before she concentrated on the direction she was going. Hermione looked at her and Ginny gave her a knowing look. Later they would discuss the details but for now that look told Hermione all she needed to now for now.

"Let's see what the trouble is," Ginny said as they rounded the corner towards the kitchen…

Author's Note: Love it, hate it, tell me in a review. Also, I'm not completely sure were this is going I am just writing whatever, so if anyone has any suggestions I would be glad to hear them.