(A/N- this is after the war- the horcruxes are destroyed and Voldemort is dead)

Chapter 2- Snogging on the Floor

Ron, being oblivious as always, hadn't put two and two together. Harry, being the only person that Ginny had ever loved, broke her heart. No one has hurt Ginny physically and no one ever will because they will have to answer to her 6 brothers. Simply, Harry broke her heart. Ginny is afraid to be vulnerable again and has closed all her feelings up inside her heart for no one to ever see or understand again.

All this information hit Ginny when she read the letter. She knew that she should tell Harry exactly how much he had hurt her, but she just couldn't gather up the confidence. Everyday when she sees him at the Burrow, she looks at him, it takes everything in her body for her to NOT stare at him.

When Ginny ran out of the room, leaving Harry behind, she climbed the many flights of stairs up to her bedroom. She flung herself on her bed and sat there for what felt like eternity, but in reality was about fifteen minutes. Ginny heard a soft knock on her door.

"Who is it?" she questioned.

"Ginny, it's me, Harry, please let me in," he called, through the door.

"Hold on just a second, will you?" Ginny said in reply.

Ginny quickly looked in her mirror and realized that from her crying, bags had formed under her eyes. She cast a quick concealment charm and she was as good as new. She opened the door to find Harry looking pretty pitiful.

"Yes?" Ginny said.

"I came to talk to you. I want to know what's wrong," he stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Maybe…I cold help?"

"You want to know what's wrong, with me, Ginny Weasley?"

"Yes!"

"Well you wouldn't understand, you being Mr. Famous-I-Killed-Voldemort and all."

"I could try, couldn't I?"

Before Ginny could begin to say anything to Harry, there was a loud commotion from downstairs. It sounded quite weird and Harry and Ginny were intrigued. Once they walked downstairs they almost fell over laughing.

Downstairs

Hermione and Ron had themselves in somewhat of a pickle. Their wands were on the other side of the room and a quite large chair had fallen on top of them, pinning Ron on top of Hermione. Hermione, being prim and proper wanted out! Ron, on the other hand didn't look like he wanted to move anytime soon.

Harry and Ginny both didn't want to make them move. Everyone knew that Ron and Hermione are perfect for each other, despite their differences. Everyone that is, besides Hermione and Ron.

Ginny didn't know what to do, leave them to fend for themselves, which would be hilarious, or free them from their supposed agony. Harry had it all under control though.

With a quick flick of his wand he freed the gigantic chair from their bodies. His spell only lifted the chair from their bodies. Pretty much, they were still connected to each other.

Harry had a mischievous look on his face and with a smile he said, " Now, until you two work out your problems or, even better get together, than you won't be freed from each other."

Ginny caught on and added something of her own, "Oh, no, look at that- it's almost night time and you know what that means?"

Hermione got a look on her face that words can't begin to describe. Ron, being on top as he was, looked down at Hermione and planted one right on her mouth.

Hermione almost screamed. "Ronald! What do you think you are doing? We are laying here in the middle of the living room, your parents could walk in at ANY moment and you decide to SNOG ME?"

Ron looked sheepish, but only for a moment and he, like Hermione had to get a word in, "Why yes, I have been wanting to do this for years now and now's as good of a time as any. Right 'Mione?"

And with that he continued to snog her. Only for a minute thought, when Hermione realized that they weren't the only ones in the room.

"HARRY, GINNY, GET OUT THIS INSTANT," Hermione shouted.

Harry and Ginny, not wanting to be cursed into the next century, ran out of the room, leaving Ron and Hermione to whatever they wanted…

Outside the Living Room

"So...Gin do you think we could have that talk that we were about to have before we were erm interrupted?" Harry questioned.

"What do you think I still want to talk to you?"

"Ginny, please,"

"Fine! Dumbledores funeral…do you remember that day?"

"Yeah…there was a funeral."

Ginny only glared at him, wanting him to come to his own realizations.

"Oh, the day I broke up with you?" he said slowly.

"Yes. And do you know how that made me feel? No you don't. The one person that I could have loved hurt me. Now I'm just scared."

Harry's eyes filled with compassion.

Does the sense of regret ever haunt you? (A/N Ashlee Simpson- not me!)

"Ginny, I'm sorry. And did you say that you loved me?"

"NO! Why would I love a pig-headed jerk?"

"You calling me pig-headed?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

"Nope, you got a problem with this?"

Harry walked across the room, picked Ginny up and kissed her firmly on the lips. Ginny blushed immediately, not expecting that gesture.

Ginny took one look in his eyes, asked to be put down and ran out of the room. Harry didn't know what he could have possibly have done wrong this time. How many times can a girl run away from him and he still love her?

Chapter 3- The First Brick is laid

Ginny and Harry both forgot to go back to the living room and free Hermione and Ron from each other. They fell asleep together, still in each other's arms, waking up with smiles on their faces. Once they realized they fell asleep in such a fashion, they tried their hardest to detach themselves from each other. When all their attempts failed, they put their strong lungs and vocal chords to use.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER. YOU LEFT US HERE ALL NIGHT LONG?" Ron shouted.

"HARRY DETACH US AT ONCE!" Hermione called.

Harry ran down the stairs, scared of what Hermione is going to do to him, but on the other hand, he wanted to see what they looked like. When Ginny heard the shouting, she too ran downstairs. Once she saw that Harry was there she quickly turned around and went into the kitchen, not being able to face him again, after what happened last night.

Harry, being the nice person that he was, lifted the spell that had them attached to each other. That cooled everyone's distraught nerves. Harry then left them to be by themselves and went into the kitchen, where he could find Ginny.

"Ginny, don't yell at me. I want to talk to you," Harry said.

Ginny said nothing.

"I never wanted you to be mad at me. As you know, I broke it off with you to protect you, not because I didn't care about you," Harry added.

"Yes, I know that, but Voldemort is dead, he can't harm me or you for that matter anymore. Furthermore he has been for many months now. So now what?" she replied.

"I'm scared," is what Harry wanted to say. "I'm scared of breaking your heart again and I'm scared to see you in pain every day of my life. And… I think I still love you." But he didn't say this. What he said is totally different than what he thought.

"I don't know. Can we be friends?" Harry actually said.

Ginny looked at him with a sense of disgust. She then huffed at him loudly and left the room once again. See, even though Harry had hurt Ginny, she understood his reasons after many hours thinking about it. Ginny knew that she wanted him back and it hurt her to see that he wanted to 'just be friends.' This was the furthest thing from what she wanted.

Harry thought to himself again, "I blew it. I let her leave me again. I ruined everything I was working towards. How can I fix this?"

Harry too left the room following Ginny. He walked out the front door and went outside to think about how he can get Ginny back in his life.

Meanwhile… Hermione and Ron in the Living room…still

"Ron," Hermione said. "I can't believe what we are did. No one, I mean no one would believe that you got up the nerve to kiss me!" (A/N- nothing more than "snogging!")

"Me, kiss you?" Ron shouted.

"Yes!" Hermione said.

"I was practically forced to," Ron added.

"NO YOU WEREN'T!" Hermione replied.

"YES I WAS!"

Hermione had nothing to say in reply. They fought so often, that Hermione didn't know what to say. So she coked one eyebrow at Ron.

"What was that look for?" Ron questioned.

"You know. Now that we are…you know. I don't really want to fight like this. Well, not all the time," Hermione said.

"Yeah, well I did sort of kiss you. I was on the top and all," Ron blushed as the image returned to his head. "But you were thinking about it!"

"I will never say," said Hermione, maintaining her image.

"Whatever," Ron muttered. "'Mione, you know I never really did ask you."

"Ask me what?"

"Erm… Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Ron gulped.

Hermione's eyes grew round and then she smiled softly. "I thought you would never ask," she replied. "And that is a yes!"

Hermione stepped over and shyly hugged him. He was surprised at first but then he put his arms around her waist. They stood like that for a few minutes, completely happy in each other's presence. For once they weren't fighting or mad at each other. It certainly was a welcome change.