Only two more chapters to go folks! (Yeah I plan, I'm lost if I don't know what I'm supposed to be writing). Are you bored yet? That's a shame 'cos I'm going to post the last two chapters anyway.

Chapter Five - Photograph

That night, despite having sat with each other until Mrs Weasley insisted they come in and eat, Harry and Ginny planned to meet at midnight once again. As Ginny pulled on shoes and a jacket, she was surprised suddenly by a bright light.

"What the hell?" she exclaimed as she spun around to find out its reason. Hermione was sitting up in bed, holding her lit wand. Ginny raised her arm in front of her face to shield her eyes, "Did I wake you up?"

"Yes," Hermione said, "Where are you going?"

Realising that after the day she and Harry had spent, their relationship was now public knowledge at least, if not official, even in the quiet midnight conversations. "To meet Harry."

As her eyes became accustomed to the light, Ginny was surprised to see Hermione's eyes were red and swollen, as though she had been crying. "What's the matter?"

Hermione shrugged, looking down and avoiding meeting Ginny's gaze. Ginny glanced at the window, all to aware that Harry would be waiting for her, but this was more important. She sat down on Hermione's bed, cross-legged, next to her.

"What's the matter?" she repeated.

"It's just…" Hermione began, still not looking up. When she didn't continue, Ginny found it easy to guess, she had already heard an account of the argument earlier.

"Hermione…he's been like this for 16 years, admittedly I wasn't born for one of those years, but I have reliable witnesses. I wouldn't count on him changing now."

Hermione muttered something, still staring at her hands, which sounded like "I hate him…"

Ginny sighed, "Oh dear. Hermione, I don't think you're as smart as everyone else seems to think. You're confusing two very big emotions right there."

Hermione knew she was right, knew that in Ron's bedroom she'd said the words for effect, and here with Ginny she still didn't want to admit to herself.

Ginny got up from the bed, and placed a box of tissues beside her. "If it helps," she said, "He's had a picture of you at the Yule Ball under his pillow for nearly two years now." Then she left, knowing Hermione would prefer to be alone now.

The next day, Harry and Ginny exited their bedrooms at the same time, and she beat him to the bathroom. However just as she was about to close the door in his face, she leaned up and kissed him, and said, "Don't go to breakfast without me."

When they did descend into the kitchen, they were holding hands, on Ginny's insistence. Ron scowled, Mrs Weasley and Hermione beamed. Fleur said, "'Arry and Ginny, they are together?"

Harry blushed, but Ginny said "Yes." defiantly, gave Ron a pointed smile, and led Harry by the hand to the breakfast table.

Later, Hermione, Ginny and Harry sat outside, enjoying the sun. Ron had not been invited to join them, and if he had, he would of declined. Instead he sat in his bedroom, playing with the Harry Potter action figure he had found discarded on the stairs. At the same time as the plastic wizard said, "I'm the Boy Who Lived!" Fleur entered the room.

Ron opened and shut his mouth several times, "Ron." she said, smiling. Ron was still to taken by surprise to say anything, "I am returning to London tomorrow, 'owever I feel I must say goodbye, as I leave early."

"Ok." Ron croaked. "Bye." and immediately kicked himself for saying it.

"I wish to say also, although eet is not my concern really…." she paused, and then continued on, "I think you should forgive your 'Arry, 'e is very troubled. And I see 'e loves your Ginny very much. I know 'ow you feel Ron, I 'ave a leetle sister also, you must not forget? 'Owever, if I knew my own sister to be 'appy, I would allow 'er that chance. I know you know 'ow they feel Ron, for the way they look at each other? I see it ees the same way you look at your 'Ermione."

Inside his head Ron was indignant at being lectured by the most beautiful woman in the house. Was she the most beautiful? No! Now wasn't the time to think like that. "Ok." he said again, and kissing each cheek, Fleur left.

That night, after dinner, Ron met Ginny on the stairs. "Ginny?" he said, unsure if she would even speak to him.

"What?" she looked at him with contempt.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking at the ground.

Ginny sighed to show she was still annoyed at him but glad he was making progress, "Tell Harry." she said, and carried on walking.