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Ron and Hermione just left to go and pick up Harry from his aunt and uncle's house. I opted to stay home and make myself look as though I could care less about him. Not that I had much choice, mind you. When I came out of my room Ron and Hermione were halfway down the hall and when I asked where they were going all they did was blush and stutter for a moment before turning around and walking away. Not that I minded really, until I found out where they were going.

"Oh, dear, they're picking up Harry from his aunt and uncle's house! Didn't you know?"

No mother, I did not know. Does this look like the face of someone included in any conversations that occur between Ron and Hermione? Nope, in fact they leave me out of just about everything. Usually I can handle the whole me being left out thing because before now I didn't care. I had other things to worry about such as keeping Dean's hands where I could see them and getting my hair to part on the left instead of the right.

Now, however, with the whole history-ish thing Harry and I have going on it's been a bit unbearable. All Ron and Hermione talk about is what's going to happen during the War and what he'll do and how they'll be included. You would think they would ask me, his girlfriend.

Well, I guess it's ex-girlfriend. We hadn't exactly left it on level ground when I left him. He was telling me how dangerous our going out would be and how much risk I would be in. I knew it was happening, I could tell by the look in his eye it was paining him to do so. As he kept on about it I had to cut him off before I slapped him across his noble face.

"Dear, why don't you set the table for lunch? I made Harry's favorite!"

"What 'eez theez green stuff?"

God damn Phlegm, I'm gonna kill her! Why is she always around the house? They have a home far, far away in Egypt where she can eat all the tan and taupe colored food she wants. But NO, not with the war waging outside and her fiancée trying to eat our pillowcases. Mum insists all seven of her children live at home with her, where it's "safe" or something. So now I am forced to share the slightly expanded broom cupboard with Hermione. Last night I literally tested how small the room was and surprisingly enough I could put on hand on the left wall, another on the right wall and touch.

Mum says we'll all thank her when there's a Death Eater attack and we're all at home together. Right, I'll start making out cards as soon as I figure out how Hermione's things will fit in the cupboard when I barely could with just my things. I mean, Hermione's hair takes up a third of the room in itself and has become incredibly frizzy due to stress and humidity.

"Fleur, it's salad! I just picked it from the garden a moment ago. You were with me, dear!" Bless mum for making some sort of an effort.

"But it is all brown!" she wailed, looking horrified. "I only eat organic foods!"

"What do you think a garden is?" I snapped, folding napkins and tossing them onto a dish as I move along the table. Phlegm glared at me as mum pursed her lips together and tried to pretend I hadn't spoken. This had become a normal occurrence. Phlegm speaks, I retort, she glares and mum purses her lips.

"Now, I made enough for everyone to have third helpings but will that be enough? The poor thing probably hasn't eaten much since…well, you know," Mum broke off in a whisper as she rubbed her hands together. "What about pie? Harry loves my pies!"

I haven't told mum that Harry and I have "split apart" recently or that we've even been dating. Ron told her I was seeing Dean Thomas and she threatened to fasten me a chastity belt if I was seen kissing another boy before marriage again.

Although I hadn't even gotten past that with Harry. Well, not if you count that one time he accidentally brushed against it and became so embarrassed he faked a coughing fit and went up to his room the rest of the night. I shudder to think what would happen if I told her I kind of got to second base with Harry, her seventh and favorite son.

"Ginny, what in the world has gotten into you today? You haven't spoken a single word since I woke you this morning! Is something the matter?" Her kind eyes melted my heart and I wanted to confide in her but something, or rather someone, held me back from that.

"Geeny, you shouldn't eat that sweet if you want to fit into your dress next month! What did I tell you? I don't want my wedding ruined by a fat bridesmaid!"

I couldn't even form a reply quick enough as mum quickly shoved Phlegm out of the room making up a hasty excuse as to why.

"A million women in Europe alone and he picks her," I said with venom, glaring at the spot where she was just recently standing. Mum sighed heavily and began to fluff up Harry's napkin.

"Well, the heart wants what the heart wants, dear," mum said poetically.

"Mum," I ventured suddenly, "what if you ignore what your heart tells you to do? Or, I mean, what if your heart is saying something else but your brain is listening to the outside world?"

"I don't understand, dear," mum said, frowning in thought. I thought of a way to rephrase without giving away exactly what I thought.

"Alright," I finally said, "what if Henry and Gina, two completely made up people by the way, were going out for a while and everyone was saying how wonderful it finally happened. They were both incredibly happy and it was what they both wanted and they had been in love with each other for a long time. What happens if Henry wants to break up with Gina for a really stupid reason? And he doesn't even want to break up with her! I can tell! What should she do? Should she listen to him or should she fight for him?" Mum was gazing at me with narrowed eyes. After a moment her brow relaxed and she came closer, taking my hands in hers.

"I think that you should tell your friend, er…"

"Gina," I prompted.

"Yes, Gina," mum said, nodding, "I think you should tell Gina that she and Henry should talk about it. Really sit down and discuss what is going on in this relationship. If Henry doesn't want to break up with her and he's just saying that, maybe Gina and he need a talk."

I beamed at my mother. "Thanks, mum," I said, looking down at the plats in front of me.

"So is this why you're so mopey? Because Henry wants to break up with Gina?" mum asked.

I hesitated and then swallowed the lump in my throat. "Yes," I replied. "It happened after Dumbledore's funeral. He told me that he wanted to keep me safe…or something to that effect. I think he's being a total prat but he wouldn't listen to my objections."

"That boy is too noble for his own good sometimes," mum muttered. As though scalded she jumped back from me and suddenly became her usual self. "Ginny, do not fold the napkins that way! We aren't eating in a saloon!"

"Sorry, mum," I said, rolling my eyes to her turned back. Despite her sudden mood change I couldn't help but feel grateful for her. She made everything sound so easy instead of the tangled web I was given last week.

The backdoor opened and I glimpsed Hermione's head poke it's way through the back door, probably checking to make sure I wasn't in the room. Her eyes widened when she saw me but nonetheless she opened the door and was followed by Ron and Harry.

"Harry, dear, it is so good to see you!" mum cried, wrapping Harry in a vice-grip and making a show of trying to smooth down his hair, which was waging it's own war against her saliva. "Come in, I made you lunch so I do hope you're hungry!"

"Yeah, I am," Harry said, sounding awkward. There was a sudden silence in the house that seemed to be directed at me and me alone. Almost too afraid to turn around, I tried to dawdle as long as I could over the spoons before turning around and relieved to see mum fussing over Harry some more. I had a feeling that had I not told her how horrible I felt that silence would have carried on a bit longer.

"How was the ride over here?"

"Wonderful! I never knew how amazing the country side roads were until this morning!" Hermione said earnestly. I swear she could make a dump seem like a trash paradise. "And Surrey is so quaint! All the houses look a bit alike so we did run into a bit of trouble there-"

"Yeah, some shirty bloke over on Peppertree told us to go do something to ourselves after we spent a few minutes glaring at him thinking he was your uncle Vernon," Ron said through a mouthful of turkey sandwich.

"Yes, he was even more pleased after we ran over his gnome-"

Mum choked on her sandwich. "You ran over his gnome!" she cried out. Ron and Hermione looked confused before Harry cut in gently.

"These gnomes are ceramic," he explained. "They're usually painted to look a bit like Santa Clause on a fishing trip." This seemed to satisfy mum a great deal for she no longer glared at Ron angrily.

"It's a bit silent…" Hermione said after a moment.

"Oh, dear!" mum cried, pushing back her chair and racing into the living room. "Phlegm-er Fleur, lunch is on the table! Fleur? Where has that girl gone this time?" Last time we found her rearranging our bath towels from usable to those that should have been thrown out last war.

An uncomfortable silence wafted into the room, led on by Hermione and Ron's stubbornness to start a conversation. After a moment however, Harry broke it by looking over at me.

"So, Ginny, how is your summer going so far?" His voice was warm and reserved as he watched me for any sign of a breakdown.

"Fine," I answered cheerfully, trying to sound upbeat instead of medicated. "I just put the finishing touches on our room, Hermione." I was finally able to tear my eyes off of Harry's green ones in time to see Hermione and Ron glancing at each other in disappointment.

"Oh? That's good!" Hermione said. If her voice was any more cheerful she'd be the woman in St. Mungo's who overdosed on happy gas.

"Yeah, we're just going to need you to wear your hair in a ponytail," I said. Ron snorted as Hermione's cheerful demeanor faltered slightly. As I chanced a glance at Harry I saw him smiling slightly.

"Sure thing," she said.

After lunch had been cleared and cleaned, I headed upstairs to my empty broom cupboard. As I was settling onto my cot to read a book that Hermione brought, there was a knock on my door.

"If you can fit in, come in," I called, not looking up from my book. My door opened enough to let the sunlight fill in for a moment before it was shut out again.

"Hey, Ginny." I knew that voice. As I lowered my book slowly I saw Harry standing in the doorway looking awkward as he always did.

"Hey, Harry," I said, managing a smile as he scrunched his shoulders. "Did you want something?"

"I need to talk to you," he said, trying to move away from the door and sit on Hermione's bed. As he glanced around the room I remembered that he lived in a broom cupboard for the first ten years of his life.

"Ok," I said, bracing myself, "talk."

"Ginny, I know you don't want to, but I think we should break up." His eyes looked so sad as he gazed upon me that I couldn't find it in my heart to be angry with him. I pitied him.

"No," I said simply, shaking my head. There was a stunned silence while he gaped at me openmouthed.

"What?" he asked.

"No," I repeated with a shrug. "I reject your breakup."

"You can't reject my breakup," Harry said incredulously.

"Yes I can," I said, my tone carefree. "You want to break up and I say no. You can't break up with me if I don't agree with you."

"Ginny-" Harry broke off sounding worn down. "Please don't make this any harder than it has to be!"

"Fine," I said after a moment, "you really want to break up with me?" He hesitated and grudgingly nodded. Without a word I took the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head until it was off. There was a strangled intake of breath from Harry as I reached behind me and undid my bra hooks.

Harry seemed to be fighting an internal battle as I came closer (which wasn't that hard. All I had to do was take two steps and I was right in front of him). Try as he might he couldn't bear to turn away as I closed the space between us easily.

"I don't believe you," I murmured, putting my arms around him and kissing him. He kissed me hesitantly and slowly started getting into it. That was until there was a knock at the door and he pulled away quickly as though I burned him. He wasn't looking at me, just a little further south.

"Oh, no, Ginny! I can't!" he cried. He was blushing and breathing heavily. He looked up to meet my eyes, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I have to take a walk or-" He threw the door opened and ran past Hermione who watched him go with a bemused look on her face before turning to me. I covered myself and stepped out of view from the hallway in case Ron or mum decided to also check up on me.

"Ginny-you're not wearing a shirt!" she cried, sounding aghast as she threw a hand to her eyes. "What were you doing in here?"

"Well, nothing yet," I snapped moodily, pulling my shirt back on. "Apparently I have men repellent boobs!" Hermione didn't answer but came over to me and wrapped an arm around me.

"Give him time," she said softly. "He'll figure it out."

"Yeah?" I asked hopefully.

"Oh, I don't doubt it in the least bit," she said confidentially.

"Good," I mumbled. "Thanks, Mione."

"Sure," she said as I got up to leave. "Oh, just one thing. Don't do stuff like that in here. Close quarters and all." I blushed slightly and nodded.

"Sure."

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