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A/N: long awaited chapter I know. I had a major block and just as it came it suddenly went away...could it be faith? No...It's the spirits from above...yeah right...so read this and don't forget to enjoy. Love you all!

Chapter Seven

Stop The Ride I Want To Get Down!

Ginny took deep relaxing breathes as she apparted to Harry's apartment. To think that not minutes ago she relieved a scene she once saw in a muggle film with Jonathan and now her all world as she knew turned up side down. George? Gay? Those two words were as close as Harry and a comb. At least she thought they were.

POP

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?" she roared and turned to face her messy haired lover. "I'VE BEEN CRACKING POTS!"

"You can't really call three and a half minutes infinity." he shrugged and took off his jacket. "Anyway, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be sorry, Potter!" she yelled as if she was Brave Heart. "What do you have there in your hand, eh?"

"Your jacket, Barky."

"Yeah well…." she stopped and looked at Harry with a confused look."Thank you!"

"You welcome."

They stood there in a complete and total mystified silence each of them looking everywhere just not at each other. Harry began to whistle something that sounded like The Brady Bunch theme song and Ginny checked the place out. It wasn't very big and it had the atmosphere that it had been uninhabited for a long time, sure there were some great furniture in it but it didn't feel homey and warm. It sent shivers down Ginny's spine when she compared it to her place, she soon shook that image from her head and compared Harry's loft to the Burrow and realized how horrific this place really was.

"You're checking the place, aren't you?" Ginny nodded and looked around some more. "It's not much but its home."

"I wouldn't call it a home, Harry." she bitted her lower lip and said, "It's nice but I don't know, it doesn't send any feeling of home-ness."

There was another silence between them but this time Harry simply set on his sofa and looked up Ginny waiting for her to do a move towards him.

"Ginny…" he said softly and reached out his hand to her."Come sit with me."

She hesitated for a moment but finally and slowly she took his hand and set beside him. As he wrapped his arm around her and she laid her head on his shoulder and he began caressing her long wavy red hair in slow comforting strokes.

"Why didn't he tell me?" she said in a tear strangled voice. "I wouldn't have cared if only he told Me." she sniffed loudly and wiped a stray tear off her cheek. "How hard it is to just say: 'Ginny I think I'm gay.'"

"Maybe he was afraid of your reaction?" he cleared his throat and continued. "Maybe he was afraid you'd hate him?"

"For being gay? Harry I live with Jonathan Tate, Queen Mother, literally, and I love him dearly so why would I ever hate my own brother for being gay if my best friend is gay?" she looked up at Harry with an impatient look. "It's the fact that he didn't told and that I had to find out this way!" this was the last straw and all Ginny's barriers caved down and she began to cry uncontrollably to Harry's chest as he embraced her closer to him.

"Shhh…it'll be okay Gin, I promise."

"Nothing is ever okay!" she cried to his chest. "First there was Voldemort then you left me to fight the war and once that was over you left me again and went to Egypt to do God know what you did there and now you're back and I haven't spoken with my best friend for weeks and my brother turns out to be gay and now my Job is at stake because I haven't interviewed you yet and stupid Eunice Roseland wants me to introduce you to her, she probably wants to make move on you, that stupid old bat, so you see Harry, nothing's okay! Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing NOTHING!" Harry pulled her closer to him and she cried harder. "Nothing!"

"Harry James Potter!" Ginny woke up with a huge headache and heard unfamiliar sound. "Show you good for nothing arse right now if you're man enough!"

"Be Quiet!" Ginny heard Harry hiss at the unfamiliar voice. "Don't make a scene!"

"A SCENE?" it hooted loudly. "WHY YOU LITTLE PRICK!"

"Lila I'm warning you…"

"You can shove you're warnings up your rare ends for all I care!"

"Ever so graceful aren't you. Lila?"

"Oh and you're just the perfect gentleman…" she sneered at him or at least Ginny thought it was a sneer.

"Lila, what the hack are you doing here?"

"You didn't really think that you can get away from me, did you?"

Now Ginny was really dumbfounded. Who was this Lila person Harry talked to and why was she hunting him?

"Be quiet!" he hissed at her.

"Don't tell me to be quiet you damn stuck up Britt!" she then said something in a language Ginny couldn't understand but whatever it was it sure wasn't a compliment.

"Don't start with the Arabic stuff!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

There was an alarming silence and Ginny decided to go and see what the fuss was all about. She slowly walked into the living room. Harry must've moved her to his bedroom after she finally fell asleep. As she walked in she saw Harry standing holding his wand at his right hand and a whisker in his left hand facing a tall, olive skinned, and deep auburn haired and very beautiful woman who also held her wand withdrew both of them staring intensely a each other not braking eye contact.

"Harry?" she asked scratched her head. "Is everything alright?"

"Morning, Gin." He didn't look at her but kept on staring at the woman called Lila. "I was just about to cook breakfast before I was being interrupted."

"So now I interrupt?" Lila replied and arched a thin eyebrow.

"Yes, Lila you do."

"Perhaps I should go?"

"Perhaps you should." He narrowed his eyes as though trying to find the catch he knew there must have been. "Goodbye Lila."

"Goodbye Harry." she took her bag and her traveling cloak and walked to the door but as she reached it she stopped and turned around. "Silly me, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Lila Jamal." She walked over to Ginny and starched out her hand.

"Ginny Weasley." She took it and they shook hands. "How do you know Harry?"

"I'm his wife."

A/N: now that's what I call a cliffhanger! Whoohoo!

Time to thank:

HRH-Ft-Louie: why do I feel like I just killed Kenny?

Sunflowerchild: is this long enough?

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Stuf: no one thought she'd do that not even me but if you read this chapter you know why she did it…I hope…

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SplendidIsolation: I have nothing to say other then: thanks (blushes like a Weasley)

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dissapointed reader: I'm sorry to see that you're disappointed with the whole Bridget Jones panties scene but if you had considered it from my point of view you would have seen this as a contributed to a great comic moment. And on the George being gay thing: this is my fic and if I say that George Weasley is gay then he's gay if you don't like this idea I suggest you to stop reading this and go read some other fic to your liking. Thank you very much and have a good day. (I would've put here a smiley but I don't think you deserve one!)

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Marauders Chick: thank you so much for reading the fic so far and for reviewing I really appreciate it. And for the time gaps, I'm working on it so don't worry you'll know everything there is to know (a little mystery never killed-in the words of the great Jo!) and the grammar stuff it's my own flaw I'm dyslexic (if that's how you write it-again not my fault it natures fault) and English is not my native tongue so yeah it sometimes sucks to read the fic but hey look on the bright side…please keep on reading and reviewing because it means a lot to me (gives cookie and a hyperactive bunny)

Lady Ta'la: no, it doesn't, does it?

Henrietta-Black van der Snape: sorry you didn't like the end but I'm not going to change it I like it. But I hope you'd keep on reading anyway.

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