When Ginny woke up the next morning, she had thought that everything that had taken place the night before had to have been a dream. But as soon as an arm tightened around her, Ginny knew that it wasn't a dream. She had spent the night in Harry's arms. They just held each other, glad that they were together again. Ginny rolled over and put her head on Harry's chest, looking up at him admiringly. His hair was messy as usual and his face was tranquil unlike the worried one that he had on the night before. She put her soft hand on his cheek and lightly kissed the other one. He stirred slightly and Ginny held her breath, not wanting to wake him.

She slowly got out of bed. Ginny knew that any moment someone could walk into this room and see them. She quickly wrote a letter and put it in Harry's open hand. She smiled at his sleeping form one last time and quietly left the room. Ginny ran to her room and shut the door, giggling as she threw herself onto the bed. She was Harry's again and the feeling was wonderful. All of the doubt, fear and worry left her as her mind was filled with Harry.

Hermione Granger was frantically searching her room when Harry went to make sure she was up for breakfast. When he entered the room, Hogwarts O History was thrown, missing his head by inches. "Hermione, what the bloody hell are you doing?" She looked up anxiously, her hair getting bushier by the second.

"Harry, I lost my book, the most embarrassing book that I've ever bought before. I have to find it before Ron does."

"Why?" Harry asked as Hermione started to throw almost all of her contents from her closet. She looked as if she was going to be hysterical at any moment with her hair looking like crazy. Harry hadn't seen Hermione like this since Lavender and Ron had hooked up that previous year. She looked at him trembling.

"Because it's a book on how to find a guy…" Hermione said looking embarrassed. Harry's eyes widened. Hermione looked at her hands, blushing. She looked so sad and vulnerable, not at all like the Hermione that Harry admired. "I'm so sick of being in love with Ron, Harry. He hurt me and he keeps hurting me by not…" She tried to stop the tears but she couldn't. "Letting me be the one for him. I'm sick of this!" Then Hermione broke down. She was shaking hard, sobbing.

Harry knelt down beside her. He awkwardly rubbed her back as she cried. "I'm sorry, 'Mione. Ron is a git. We all know that. I'll talk to him for you."

"Thank you, Harry." Hermione said, straightening up and wiping away her tears.

"No problem but we need to go downstairs to breakfast before Mrs. Weasley tans our hides." Together, they left the room to go to breakfast. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Harry, the twins as well as Fleur all sat together as a wonderful smell drifted into the room. Mrs. Weasley entered the room, directing several different dishes behind her. She sent all of these platters, putting them on the table. Mrs. Weasley sat beside Ginny, patting her hand quietly. Ever since Harry broke up with Ginny that summer, Mrs. Weasley was making more and more efforts to cheer Ginny from her mood. But no matter how many dishes Molly Weasley made clothing that she had bought, Ginny's mood hadn't changed unless Harry had come back to her.

But Mrs. Weasley didn't have to worry about Harry and Ginny today. Ron and Hermione were the ones that were having the issues today. Ron sat in front of Hermione with a smug look on his face. Harry's stomach clenched, knowing that this wasn't going to turn out well. "So, Hermione, have you read any good books recently?" Ron asked, trying to hide his laughter.

"No not really. Everything I've read recently is rubbish as well as those that I've kept in my company." Hermione retorted coolly. Harry grinned as he took another scone. Hermione wasn't by any means stupid. Ron was looking for a fight. And she was more than ready to oblige.

"Well I saw your newest read, you know, The Guide to Really Understanding Boys?" Hermione paled as she heard the title, aching to slap him for his insolence. She wanted to cry out that she loved him. But Hermione had more dignity than that. Instead she looked deeply into his eyes, her own filled with fire.

"Actually I did read that book. It helped me figure out that I want to move on to because the guy that I wanted actually wasn't the one for me." Hermione said coldly. "I need a real man to be there for me." Ron's face turned grey as he swallowed this news. Hermione smirked, knowing that her remark hit home.

"Not that one would want you" Ron said angrily. Hermione looked at him, wanting to cry. She knew it was her fault that he said that.

"Well I'm not going to be like Lavender and go after every man I see." Hermione retorted angrily as she got up to leave the table. She grabbed the porridge in front of her and poured it on his lap. She ran out of the room crying. Ginny laughed as Ron tried to go wipe the thick goop from his pants. Harry looked up from Ginny and grinned.

"Ronald Weasley!" Molly said angrily. "You need to stop doing this to Hermione. We all know that you love her! You go upstairs and apologize to her right this minute!" Ron looked like he was about to object but the fierceness in Molly's eyes would have made anyone shake in their boots. Ron knew that look and he knew that it wasn't right for him to say anything but go upstairs and fix it. So, frowning deeply, Ron went upstairs to change. Harry slyly winked at Ginny, grabbed a piece of toast, and then followed Ron upstairs. The ghoul upstairs was banging pipes loudly as he ran to Ron's room. Ron had a new pair of pants on but he wasn't looking like he was ready to go to Hermione's room.

"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked, looking at him angrily. "Hermione, you know, the girl you were dreaming about all last year, she's upset. And you caused it. You're my best mate, Ron. But you can be a hell of a git! Why don't you ask her out already?"

"Because she and I fight all the time, Harry" Ron said looking down at his hands. "I don't want to fight with her…I would die if she wasn't around. I don't want to hurt, Harry, myself or her." Harry looked at him crossly.

"We both know that the truth of the matter is that you don't know how dating works." Harry said.

"Yes I do!" Ron said outraged. "I dated Lavender!" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Lavender Brown and you only snogged about every two seconds. You didn't have a real relationship." Ron was about to retort then realized that Harry was right. He nodded to show his acceptance in what Harry said. "Tell her the truth." With that Harry left Ron to ponder what he had said.