The D-day

The days went by. Hermione refused to talk to Harry, and spent more and more time at Ron's.

Ginny and Draco kept on with their well planned lessons; they corrected essays and made study plans for those who'd failed. After one and a half week they both had try outs for their Quidditch team, and the squabbling over which house that would win the Quidditch Cup, and the House Cup began.

No one really had the time to think about it, until the day had come. The day which Ginny had promised she would explain everything.

"Hey, Blaise!"

Blaise Zabini stopped in the middle of the stair and turned around to see his blonde colleague run up to him. He smirked. "Looks as if a Weasley is after you," he said and pretended to nervously look after Redheads behind Draco's back. "Never expected to see the day."

Draco snorted. "Ginnys invited her family over," he explained, "for a chat."

"I see," Blaise answered, (although he really didn't), "and what has this got to do with me?"

"You and I, Blaise, are having a meeting with the Quidditch team in a quarter."

Blaise shot him a look. "What meeting?"

"You know... the meeting."

Finally the coin fell down for Blaise. "Oh, you mean that meeting? Well, then I guess you won't say no to a glass of firewhiskey up in my room, huh?"

"How could I, old pal?"

Draco patted the black haired male on the back, and as only Slytherins could they walked up the stairs and headed towards Blaise's room.

"Hermione Granger," Harry exclaimed furiously. "We've been waiting for you for 30 minutes now! Hurry or we will miss the bloody train!"

The bushy haired witch stormed out of her bedroom, glaring at Harry. "Ron," she said and gave the redhead a hug. "Tell Harry that we're not taking the train, we'll apparate to Hogsmeade and walk from there."

Harry let out a frustrated sigh as Ron, confused, opened his mouth. This was how they'd been making their conversations since the twins had left. "Harry, Hermione wants you to know that we're not going to Hogwarts by train, we're--"

"I heard her Ron. Just because she won't talk to me doesn't mean I can't hear her."

"Ron? Tell Harry I thought we were in a hurry."

"Yea, she wonders if--"

"Just shut up Ron!"

Ginny shook her head and smiled as she looked at her watch. Draco was so stupid sometimes. Did he actually think she would believe that he was having a Quidditch meeting? He was probably hiding with Blaise somewhere. Not that she cared. She'd fooled him right back. They weren't coming at five like she had told him, but at 6.30.

It was now a quarter past six. The 'meeting' would start at five and go on for about two hours, that's what he'd said. "Perfect," she said out loud and smirked. The children was with their nanny, and everything was ready. She was prepared.

The knocks on the door suddenly ripped through Ginny's thoughts, and she felt how her heart began to throb like it hadn't done since the day she left London.

She was one hundred percent sure it would be Harry. The glasses, the messy black hair, the trusting green eyes. It wasn't Harry. Not at all.

Her eyes grew wide. "Dad?"

"Hello Ginevra," Arthur Weasley said. She never thought he would come. He had turned so old during the years she'd been gone. The red in his hair was turning gray, and the wrinkles she before just had caught a glimpse of were now deep. They stared at each other for a while before she finally made a gesture for him to step inside.

"I..." she began as she took his coat. "I didn't think you'd come."

"You are my only daughter, no one can make that undone, and I had to see if you were fine."

A smile escaped Ginny's lips as she lead him to the sofa. A flick of the wand and they both had a cup of tea in front of them in midair. Ginny took her and blew on the hot liquid. "How's mum?"

"She's fine. She doesn't know I'm here."

"I reckon."

Once again there was a knock on the door. Both of their eyes were raised. Ginny looked at her father. "Harry, huh?"

She didn't wait for an answer but instead stood up and walked out to the hallway. She took a deep breath, and then she opened the door to meet what she'd earlier expected. She was so nervous she was ready to puke. But, as her eyes reached Harry's, she felt safe. "Harry Potter, I never thought I'd see you again."

"Same to you Gin," Harry answered and gave her his crooked smile as he stepped in, "but here we are."

She let go of Harry, who helped himself inside, led by Arthur's voice, and smiled at Hermione, who, strangely enough, didn't return it.

"Ginny, I'm glad you're back," was the cold reply she gave before stepping in.

"It's Harry she's mad at," a familiar voice said behind Ginny, causing her to jump, then spin around. "I've been talking to him for her for a week."

She just stared at Ron. "Are you sure you're my brother? Are you some kind of pod person? Where's the yelling? The madness and red face?"

He smiled at her. "Soon, sister dear, soon. I want to hear what you have to say first."

"Oh," Ginny said, not knowing what to believe as Ron swept inside. She followed her brother into the living room where he greeted his father in surprise as she served the three new guests tea. "I guess there wont be any others?" she more stated than asked as she sat down in an old armchair.

"No," Harry said and looked at Hermione, who refused to return his smile. "It's just us."

Ginny nodded and took a sip of her tea. "I think its best you ask me what you want to know, because there's so much I could tell you."

Everyone became silent. Except for Hermione, who looked up at Ginny with red eyes. "Yes Ginny, Harry wants to ask you something."

"'Mione, please leave Ginny out of this," Harry moaned. "She's noth--"

"Ron, tell Harry to shut up."

Ginny stared at the three who once were called the Golden Trio, the Dream Team. She surely didn't see much of that now, while they were bickering at each other. She wondered what had happened.

"What Harry wants to ask, Ginny," Hermione spat out, making Harry stand up furiously and turn his back against them, "is if you ever really loved him. Or if dating him was just a cover so that people wouldn't be suspicious, and discover you and Malfoy."

Ginny wrinkled her nose and tilted her head to the side, a uncontious movement that made both Ron and Arthur see the 16year old girl in her. "What are you talking about Hermione?"

"It was a great plan, really. To use The-Boy-Who-Lived as a cover for your little Romeo and Juliet-story. Especially when the two of you ran away together, huh?"

"But..." Ginny began, not really knowing what to believe, "We didn't run away... together."

Sorry, I've made you waiting a bit too long, huh?

It's so much in school right now, but I'll really really try to write as soon as I can.

I'm lucky my beta's fast.

Hey, some reviews perhaps?

/Hun