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Hermione waited in Blaise's office while he scribbled out a note to his secretary, she was still feeling slightly giddy, partly from all the champagne Emma had got them to drink (for the photos of course) and part of it was the feeling she got from being close to Blaise all day.

Today, she had managed to put all her doubts about Blaise, all her doubts about them breaking up, behind her, today she, Hermione Granger, had managed to fall in love all over again. With the help of Blaise's wonderful cousin of course.

"Are you ready madam?" Blaise asked in a fake French accent, coming up behind Hermione who was standing at the window. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, her entire body shivering beneath the golden silk dress.

"Indeed, I am," She replied in the same mock voice he had used, "Mr. Prime Minister," she giggled at the face he pulled when she said that, as much as he wanted to be the next prime minister, he hated title's, especially ones that put people in power of authority, he said it seemed too formal.

Hermione placed her small hand inside his larger one, and let him lead the way out of his office, then out of the building into the car.

"Where are we going?" She asked, leaning her head against his shoulder, as the rested against the hard leather seats of the chauffeur driven cars.

"It's a surprise," Blaise answered softly, as the car stopped at a red light.

Minutes later, the car pulled up to the front of what Hermione recognised as the Malfoy Manor.

"Oooh, your big surprise is taking me to see Draco," Hermione said playfully, as Blaise reached to open the door.

"You could only wish," He joked back, "He asked me to stop by after the photo shoot, I won't be long, but you have to wait here, something about keeping it secret from Ginny," he kissed her on the nose quickly before climbing out of the car taking a large yellow envelope with him, leaving Hermione to watch him, in his perfectly fitting black suit as he made his way to the entrance door of the Malfoy house.

Smiling to herself, she wondered how she had any doubts about him.

Ginny Weasley sat nervously in the living room she shared with Hermione. She had just been to the Burrow. She had just seen him. Her best friend who she had not expected to see for at least another couple of years or so. It had been a shock to her entire system.

"Mum," Ginny Weasley called as she stepped out of the fireplace into her childhood home, "Dad? Anybody home?"

After a minute of waiting and receiving no reply, she turned back toward the fireplace, ready to return back to her apartment, before she had been stopped.

"Gin?" his voice came and she froze, one foot was already inside the fireplace.

She must have been hearing things, that was it, she had heard Harry's voice plenty of times in the burrow, she was just hearing it now because she felt guilty about keeping it secret from Draco, he couldn't have really been behind her, could he?

"Ginny," Harry's voice came again.

Finally the small redhead turned around, squeezing her eyes shut, just in case.

"Ginny, stop being a loser and open your eyes, Harry's really back," Ron's voice came, laughter following his comment.

Slowly Ginny opened her eyes. To find herself alone, standing face to face with the boy who lived. His green eyes seemed to take her in, and smiled at her from behind his black frames.

"Hello," He spoke and the smile travelled down the rest of his face to his mouth.

"Harry," Was all Ginny could muster. He looked at her, taking in her transformation over the past four years. Neither spoke for the nest few minutes, just standing in Mrs Weasley's kitchen in silence.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" Ginny finally broke the silence, finally staring straight into his eyes. Finally feeling the confidence Draco had given her.

"I'm Back," He answered simply, shrugging slightly. He sat down at the kitchen table and picked up one of the papers that was strewn across it.

"What do you mean your back?" Ginny asked, leaning against the sink on the opposite side of the room.

"I mean I'm back. For good, well at least a while," Harry said, the last part under his breath, "I missed everyone, I thought you'd be happy I was back, just before your wedding and all."

"That's it, that's why your back," Ginny said, her tone full of confusion.

"I thought you'd be happy I was back Gin," Harry looked up from the paper and directly at her.

She didn't reply, she couldn't reply, a large lump had just formed in her throat when she realised that Draco would cancel everything once her found out she had lied to him for the last four years every time he had tried to look or Harry. She face the window and watched the Garden gnomes in her backyard so Harry couldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ginny, what's wrong? Did you and Draco have a fight?" Harry stood next to her at the window.

She shook her head.

"Then what is it?" he put his arms on her shoulders so that she would face him, but she bowed her head and refused to look at him.

"I kept your secret Harry, everyday for four years, I never told Draco or Ron or anyone, just like you asked me to," She paused, looking up at him as the first tear finally fell, "Now Draco's going to find out I lied to him. He's going t hate me forever,"

But Harry wasn't looking at her anymore, he was looking behind her. All colour from his face gone.

"You knew the entire time?" Draco's voice came from behind her, from the fireplace.

But before Ginny had the chance to explain anything further to her fiancé he had already flooed out of the burrow.

Ginny collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I've tried getting hold of Hermione and Blaise but,- Gin, what's wrong?" Ron asked, Kneeling next to his sister, "What happened?" he demanded from Harry.

"I'll explain later," Harry replied, moving toward the fireplace, pulling his own small bag of floo powder from his pocket.

"Where are you going?" Ron shouted, standing up from his sister, "Why is Gin crying?"

"I'm going to see Draco, I'll explain everything later," Harry replied, stepping into the green flames, then disappearing in a swirl of green.

Ginny remembered her mother getting home shortly after and getting Ron to bring her back to her apartment, he told her to wait there until he returned. Harry had not come back to the burrow before they left.

Finally she couldn't wait any longer. She moved toward her own fireplace and threw a handful of the green powder into the centre.

"Malfoy Manor," She shouted as the green flames swallowed her tear stained face and red hair.

Blaise closed the door behind him, Draco had just left for the Burrow, now he had the night free to spend it with Hermione. Who was still waiting for him in the car.

He quickly rushed back, to find her smiling politely at him from the back seat.

"You took, your time," She said as he slid on tot the leather seat and cuddled against her.

"What did you miss me?" he asked, kissing her gently, tracing her jaw with his fingertips.

"Not, at all," she replied cheekily, "I merely spent my time thinking about our dear old friend Ernie Macmillan, you remember him don't you"

"He was in Hufflepuff wasn't he? Hey, you weren't?" Blaise replied, it finally dawning on him what she had said, "Were you?"

"NO," She giggled, I just wanted to see what your reaction was going to be.

"Oh, good," Blaise replied as the car began to move. They sat comfortably together in the backseat, on the hard leather, Blaise couldn't help but take in her beauty.

Her deep brown curls, the small scar she had over right eye brow that she got five years earlier, not during he last battle though, Blaise remembered, when they were in his apartment and she hit her head against the coffee table after she tripped over a book. He brown eyes carefully taking in the scenery that they past, the beautiful dress, the cute smile that lit up every room she entered.

"Andy," Blaise celled out to the driver, never taking his hands off Hermione, "There's been a change in plans, you couldn't take us back to our apartment now could you?" from the corner of his eye he saw the chauffeur, Andy, nod.

"Blaise," Hermione began as he traced her hand with his fingers, "I thought you were surprising me…"

"I can still give you the surprise at home," Blaise whispered as the car pulled up to his apartment building. Without waiting for Andy to open the door for him he climbed out of the backseat and carried a giggling Hermione up to his own apartment.

Draco stepped into the empty apartment in the tall building that Blaise Zabini called home. He had come here because he knew that it wasn't a place people would likely to think of if he disappeared. He also knew he could be alone since he had only seen Blaise earlier and he knew they were going out. (At least that's what they had planned, right?)

He sat on the green couch and put his head in his hands. He still couldn't believe Ginny had lied to him the last few years, let alone that the one person he felt was like his real family had come back.

He stood up and began pacing the room. he always felt comfortable in Blaise's house, it was modern and tasteful, yet it was homey. He guessed that was Hermione's part, the books that she had put in order for him, the cottageness feel of the entire place, even though it was in one of the new high rises in the centre of the city. Suddenly he heard a lock in the door. His head snapped up. Blaise said they weren't coming home, and no one else had a key to the apartment.

Hermione let Blaise carry her into the apartment, she felt safe in his arms. Carefully he opened the door and began to make his way toward his couch, kissing her neck.

"Ahem," a dry cough from the living room came.

Blaise stopped moving and let Hermione slide out of his arms into a standing position.

"Draco," Blaise said, "What are you doing here?" he didn't try to cover up the rudeness in his voice, and Hermione could hear his annoyance of being interrupted clearly just in his tone.

"I, um, needed to get away," Draco finally said, fingering the books on the coffee table.

Hermione knew what was going on, she had only seen Draco like this once before, and it had been when him and Ginny were contemplating a 'break'. Breaking free from Blaise's grasp, she sat on the couch, motioning for the blonde man to sit with her.

"Draco, what's happened? Have you and Ginny had an argument?" She tried to be as gentle with him as possible, not wanting to upset him further. He shook his head.

"Not exactly," he said as Blaise sat in a chair opposite the couch, finally facing the fact that Draco was not going to be leaving yet.

"Well what happened then/" Blaise asked, hoping to nudge things on a bit further.

"She lied to me, she lied to me for four years," Draco said examining a magazine cover that was sitting on the table.

"Who lied to you about what?" Hermione asked, taking the magazine out of his reach.

"Ginny did," Draco paused, "About Harry. She's known where he was for the last five years Mione, and she never told me. All those times I've tried looking for him and she knew but never felt the need to say, 'oh by the way honey I know where your long lost brother is',"

it took Hermione and Blaise both a minute to take this information in.

"How do you know this Draco?" Hermione asked.

He took a deep breath; it was time to tell her.

"He's back," He whispered looking at Hermione, "Harry's back," he watched her eyes widen with disbelief.

"Draco, did you just say Harry's back?" Blaise asked, standing up, beginning to pace the room. Draco nodded.

"He was at the burrow, with Ginny," Draco replied.

Hermione stood up and moved towards Blaise's fireplace.

"Hermione," Blaise began

"Blaise, you know I have to see him," She said stepping into the fireplace throwing a handful o f the glittering green powder into the fireplace before saying the word 'burrow' loudly and disappearing.

"He's not here," Ginny said as she came face to face with Harry in the Malfoy Manor as he stepped out the fireplace.

"He wasn't here before when I stopped by either, I was hoping he had of come back," Harry replied, his voice apologetic.

Ginny just stared at him, her anger building up inside of her.

"Gin, you know I'm really sorry for all this, but you know Draco, he'll come around," He paused as he watched her face tremble.

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't of made me keep it a secret," She sobbed, as Harry had to grab hold of her to keep her from falling to the floor.

"Ginny, you didn't have to keep it a secret," Harry began.

"You asked me to," She snapped, pushing away from him, "You wanted me to, if I hadn't seen you that day you would have just disappeared forever, not telling anyone, but you asked me not tot ell anyone so I didn't. now your saying this is my own fault?"

"I didn't say that," Harry protested.

"For four years, Draco's looked for you, for four years I've had to bite my tongue and not tell him that you were in California. Four years Harry, now he's gone," Ginny continued, the tears falling again, "Because of some stupid mistake."

"Look, I know I asked you not to tell anyone I was in California, and you don't know how grateful I am that you didn't, but he will understand Gin, it's Draco, he loves you, he won't let something like this break you up," Harry finally said as Ginny sunk into a kitchen chair.

He watched her as she sobbed against her hands at the kitchen table.

"Gin, it's going to be ok," he said, helping her up and walking toward her toward the fireplace, "Come on, I'm taking you back to the burrow,"

"He's been back for the whole day and neither of you thought to come and tell me?" Hermione yelled at Ron across the kitchen of the burrow.

"Hermione, please, it's just you had that big photo thing and I didn't want to interrupt it," Ron tried to quieten her down.

"So what you think that I think that some dumb photo shoot is more important than my best friend returning after four years," Hermione said, her voice a bit quieter, but the anger still apparent, "Where is he anyway?"

"I didn't say that, he's gone to look for Draco," Ron replied sitting down at the table.

"Well, he won't find him, his at Blaise's only certain people can floo in there," Hermione answered joining him at the table, appearing a bit calm.

"Well, he should be back soon anyway," Ron replied, "Nice dress by the way,"

Hermione looked down at the dress she was still wearing, everything from the day returning to her.

"Thanks," She replied turning slightly pink.

"Hows Blaise?" Ron continued.

"He's fine," Hermione gave him a small smile, "Hows everything in your life Ron? The girls still flocking to the great quidditch keeper?"

He, in turn,turned pink, but didn't have to answer by the re-arrival of Ginny and Harry.

"Ginny, I took you back to your apartment," Ron blurted out.

"She was at the manor," Harry answered as Ginny continued to sob. "Hermione?"

"Harry," Hermione replied, her voice suddenly soft, she hugged Ginny tightly, "I would stay and catch up, but I know where Ginny needs to be right now," and she lead her to the fireplace.

"Zabini Manor," She said as the green flames engulfed the two of them, leaving Ron and Harry alone in the kitchen.

"She's changed," Harry said as Ron sat back down at the table.

"I guess," Ron replied, "She seems the same to me though," both men sat in silence, one studying the other, the other contemplating the damage he had already caused by his arrival.

The fireplace was suddenly filled with green flames again.

"Must be Dad, getting home, he'll get a shock to see you," Ron said

A/N: ok theres the next chapter...i would have written more but my sister is annoying me walking around downstairs and suff and i can't concentrate, also i can't stop coughign from thsi stupid cold i have. who would have thought you could get sick from the snow haha...anyway enjoy the chapter and review please...