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Oh my goodness! Just 18 reviews away from 100! I'm sure that other stories at Chapter 8 have received over 500 reviews…but I'm a humble person and I'm happy with what I have achieved with this story so far. I plan to take it a long-way so please stay tuned! I'll try to update as soon as possible, but with school it is a bit hard. Thank you TONSS to all my reviewers! I think I'll have to bake brownies and hand them all out to you guys! I am absolutely in love with my reviewers! I would have never continued this far if it weren't for all those enthusiastic readers out there!

This chapter will be intense, and I'll try to keep it long that will last for the wait for the next chapter. Hope you're enjoying the story so far, well, here we go!

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"Harry! What are you doing?" Ginny scrambled out of her chair with her hands shielding over her head, as Harry stared daggers at her.

"What am I doing? What were you doing?" He stepped forward in rage, as the cover on the dining table half slid off the table.

"Wha-what are you—talk-ing about?" Ginny stammered, taking a step back and slamming her back on the cold creamy wall.

"YOU EXACTLY KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! DON'T PLAY INNOCENT WITH ME BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE FOOLING AROUND WITH!"

"What are you SHOUTING ON ABOUT?"

"FACE IT GINNY WEASLEY, YOU'VE BEEN CAUGHT RED-HANDED! I SAW! ALL RIGHT? I SAW!"

"SAW WHAT?"

"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I SAW? I'D LOVE TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU KISSED GREG LAMBERG IN FRONT OF MY VERY OWN EYES!"

"Oh Harry, don't you think you're taking this a bit over exaggeratingly…" Ginny relaxed, and she slid out below Harry's shoulder that was slammed onto either sides of her.

"Ginny, I thought me and you—I couldn't ever imagine you doing something like this to me."

"I didn't do anything to you. I kissed Greg, big deal," She sat on the bar stool by the kitchen island, and traced circles over the marble with trembling fingers.

"You did everything to me, you sold me in, you broke my heart," Harry tilted his head so he could have eye contact; which were currently looking like chips of spearmint ice.

"Oh Harry, don't say that. But that's just the way I am, now if I did something like—let's say, sleep with him then it would make sense of you shouting at me. But a kiss? A kiss breaks your heart?"

"But Gin, was it absolutely necessary for you to do that? It broke my heart, because that wasn't a requirement; you did it with your own will. Why Gin? Aren't I enough for your needs? You could've at least thought about me! You could've pulled away and say 'Hello, I am married!'!"

"Oh just stop it already! I feel like I've married a muggle philosopher, Greg was in the mood, so he pulled me in and we snogged---and I guess I just thought it would be rude to break it all up—so, I just sort of went with it. If you snog a girl with me in the same room, I won't be bothered a bit, it won't even bother me as much as an ant pinching my arm," She confessed falsely.

"Really Gin? Is that a challenge? Then I accept. I'll find a girl too and I'll snog her right in front of your very eyes, and we'll see if it bothers you as much as ant pinches." Harry spat challengingly.

"Okay, fine, I really don't care, snogging is like saying Hi. You need to be more playful—more outgoing, really, it's no big deal. Take it easy, Harry." Ginny gulped nervously.

"Oh I'll be more outgoing, you just keep your 'eyes' open Ginny Weasley," Harry usually called her Mrs. Potter when he was melted in her love, but at the moment, he just wished he had never committed himself to this oh so outgoing woman.

After a three-hour rambling of heated argument, Ginny decided to give in by slamming the bedroom door so hard that it was obvious if Harry walked in behind her, she would rather sleep in the bathroom. It was around 4'O clock in the morning and Harry just needed someone to talk to, a good friend, someone that will understand him and how he feels about Ginny. He grabbed his jacket and was just about to head out the door to go disturb Ron. But no, he stopped,

'Ginny is Ron's sister, I can't directly talk to him about it. It'll be so awkward,' he thought in his head. He took a step back and thought for a moment. He sat on the couch in the dark as cars could be heard outside. As if a light bulb had turned in his brain, he knew who to see, no other then Hermione Granger.

He hurried out the door and he swore he saw Ginny peek through the window and probably wonder where he was going in such a hurry. He sped down the paved sidewalk and quickened every step; his chest heaved up and down and huffed for breath. About ten minutes later, he stood in front of a beautiful bungalow, with the most fantastic front yard that was bathed in plants and a large diversity of flowers. Using the Aloha Mora charm, Harry walked into the house, he was hoping when he would walk into the room, Ron and Hermione weren't doing something---private. But gladly when he had walked into the room, Ron was snoring loudly and drooling, his pillow was soggy, heaved with spit.

Harry walked over to the corner of the bed, where Hermione was sleeping with breeziness. A strand of hair went high in the air and lowered back down to her face rhythmically with her steady breathing.

'Why am I doing this? They'll kill me, I can talk about it in the morning…maybe I should just head back home…what if she gets completely annoyed? I've got to stay formal, she's just a friend, just a friend…' Harry's hand was wandering in the dark to shake Hermione's shoulder, but then it backed away when Harry wasn't so sure, he came front and backed up for about an half an hour until a scream echoed into the room.

"Lumos!" A familiar voice of a young woman rang into Harry's ears. Harry stared down that Hermione had her wand in her wrist, tightly grasped and was directing it into his direction, her almond shaped honey brown eyes wide open in shock.

"Oh my goodness, Harry, is that you?" She whipped out of the bed as the comforter fluttered over Ron.

"Yeah—it's me," He replied nervously.

"Is something wrong? Are you all right? My god! It's 4 in the morning, Harry, what on earth---

"Hermione, please, I—well something happened today…it's well—it's Ginny. Can we—can we go for a walk or something?" He finally stammered through. Then his gaze fell upon Hermione as she stood up, no way was she going to be able to walk, her wholesomeness was worthy of a troll's, and she was after all, days away from her 'date'.

"I—well, it's going to be hard—to walk. But what is it? What about Ginny?" She stubbornly sat back on bed.

"I don't want Ron—let's just sit out by the benches on the lake," Harry decided. He had gone mad; he was going to take his best friend's wife to have a dawn-breaking discussion of personal issues. Suddenly, Ron shifted into their direction, and swept the spit around his mouth from the back of his hand and wiped it on his shirt, his eyes were sticky but the room was still bathed in golden light by the lumos charm.

"Harry? Is that you?" Ron squinted at Harry as he shot out of bed, his eyes half open, he stared at the clock, then at Harry, and then back at the clock.

"Yeah—I know it's a bit early-

"Well obviously you didn't come for a cup of tea 4 in the morning, mate, what is it?" Ron asked in a cheerful manner, but it seemed to sound rude all the way.

"Can I burrow Hermione for a bit?" Harry asked, smiling sarcastically as Ron dropped back onto his pillow, the lumos charm faded and a dull blue color was rising outside the window, which shined over Hermione's very anxious expression glued on her face.

"She's all yours mate, just remember to close the curtains on the way out," Ron's muffled voice could be heard, pressed against the pillow. Hermione smiled warmly, closing the curtains as she led Harry out of the house.

About 5 minutes later with silent walking and sleepiness, the two of them were relieved to find a small bench just a low cliff away from the shore. They hurried down to it as the waves crashed into the huge boulders and seagulls cried out in the morning.

"Early birds," Harry smiled, as a duck bobbed in the water stuffing whatever it was into its mouth. Hermione laughed heartily,

"Yeah, just like us," She beamed, her shoulder brushed against Harry's thigh as she turned to face him.

"Okay Harry, not that I want to get this over with and go to sleep, but what is it about Ginny?"

"She—well, let me just tell you the whole story," And that's what he did, from the point when Ginny left to work and when he had been cooking dinner for a special gourmet just for the two of them, and when he had waited outside the window, dead excited about her coming home, only to find out that a couple he had thought was looking nice that Ginny had got out the car and the man named Greg walked over to her and they snogged for over five minutes.

"Oh! That's awful! How dare Ginny do something like that!" Hermione was practically screaming over the sea gulls, absolutely outraged.

"I know—well, she told me that it was just a kiss, and that I had to be more playful and outgoing. She even told me that if I ever snog a girl in front of her, it won't bother her as much as an ant pinching her or something," Harry grimaced, annoyed that he was talking about HIS wife and he certainly never wished he was ever going to say these things about HIS wife.

"What's gotten into her? All right then, Harry. You will find a girl and snog her and we'll see if it bothers her as much as an elephant stomping over her atrocious overweight body!" Hermione squealed, and she quickly covered her mouth.

"I know she's your wife Harry---but you're my friend! I know she's Ron's sister---and she's your wife but Ron is my husband. And to tell you the truth, I never really liked her. She should've been part of the Wizard's Playmates magazine! I swear! And she wouldn't deny she'd want to be in it one bit! And you two never quite make the 'match'. Harry, you're humble and playful and outgoing, but in a decent manner. Outgoing and playful does not mean snog men right in front of your house when you have been newly married, you two are two opposite kinds of people, I just wish Cho wouldn't have found Michael Corner so stunning, then she probably would have been with you instead of Gin," Hermione spat.

"What d'you mean you never liked her?" Harry's heart was sinking, he thought he had been over Cho for good, but she was loads better then Ginny, and decent, playful and outgoing with only him and not others.

"She's just—she's just too witty. Witty is nice, but too witty is not. She takes life like a game, which is all right I guess, but she always told me it was fun to do the impossible. And sometimes Harry, I think she'll really hurt you one day by doing these oh so called impossible verbs. I wouldn't be surprised if she walked up to me one day and told me she was pregnant, but not with her husband but with a friend, she is not playful and outgoing—she is pure drop dead cheap---

"That's enough Hermione! I came here how to sort this out, not so I can talk behind her back!" He frowned.

" Harry, that's the problem with you—why do you always have to be so pure? Do you realize if you never had seen that, she would have never told you and probably take that snog to the next step? I mean, isn't it so obvious?" Hermione shot back, shifting uncomfortably her round self to face the lake.

"I guess you're right…but what should I do now?"

"Nothing, act normal and keep your eyes out and open for her."

"What about when she's at work?"

"She can't do that during work, don't ever let her go to 'parties' and 'meetings' or 'lunch' with that Greg boy, because you never know, they could be long trips to the bedroom on the mattress." Hermione snickered.

"STOP IT ALREADY, WILL YOU?" Harry shouted in frustration. And shocked in surprise, he had never imagined something Hermione would do after he had shouted at her angrily. She had hugged him by the side.

"I know you're really depressed about all this. But don't worry, I'm always here for you and well—I'll talk to Ginny. Don't worry, please, for me?" Hermione rubbed his arm comfortingly as he hunched his chest, staring out at the sun that was peeking over the clouds. The sky was swarmed in colors of peaches and blush.

"Thanks Hermione, what would I do without ya'?" He asked cheerfully, managing a small smile to curl over his lips.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah,"

"What is it?"

"Find a girl for me that doesn't mind random snogging,"

"WHAT?"

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A/N: That seems to be a good spot to leave off! I hope it's all right, the chapter. Well anyway, by the 11th chapter we'll have the new addition to the Weasley family! So please stay tuned! And I'll try to update as fast as I can. Please, please, please remember to tell me what you think of this chapter through reviews! And don't worry, in my next chapters I'll continue from where I left off!

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