"Where am I?" Hermione asked as she laid on something se could tell was not her bed. She tried to open her eyes. It was no use, for the only thing Hermione could see was the back of her eyelids. She tried to move her hands, but she found that she was too weak to do that either. "Well I'm not dead, I can feel myself breathing. I might be at Malfoy's house. He did send that spell at me." Suddenly, she heard footsteps.
"Great Malfoy's coming to get me." She thought sarcastically. She tried to open her mouth and yell help, but her mouth wouldn't move.
She heard something being placed down and then she heard somebody sit down. "Hi Mione." The voice said.
"Mione? The only person who calls me that is… Ron! He must have come to rescue me! Wait why would he do that? He yelled at me… yesterday? Was it yesterday when we talked at the hospital?"
"Sorry about the other day when I yelled at you. know I didn't mean it. I was just really mad." Ron apologized.
"Well I would be too." Hermione replied in her mind.
"I know you can't hear me, but the Healers told me that it helps to talk to people in comas" Ron explained.
"No I can hear you! I'm awake!" she yelled in her mind.
"You missed Christmas. I was staring at the ceiling all day, but from what Ginny told me it was great. Everybody loved Destiny. Tara and Sara especially loved her." Ron said.
"Tara and Sara?" Hermione thought.
"Oh yeah, Tara and Sara are Fred and George's twins. You see Angelina and Alicia each twins on the same day. A boy and s girl, each. And the twins decided it would be funny to make their names rhyme so George named his Sara and Dill."
"Dill, who names a kid Dill?"
As if he were reading her mind, Ron said, "Dill, short for Dylan. And then Fred named his twins Tara and Phil. Anyway, Sara and Tara are only a year younger the Destiny and they got along really well. All my brothers and sisters-in-law loved her too.
Jeffery got out of the hospital three weeks ago. Actually, he got out the day you got in the hospital. He's come to visit you a few times. And so has Ginny."
"Ginny" Hermione suddenly though, "Gosh, I miss her. We used to be like sisters."
"But, er, the real reason I'm here is to, er, tell you something. I will probably never tell you this when you can here it, but … I love you. I love you, but you need to tell me things. You kept Greg raping you a secret for three whole years and left me, but you should have known I would have supported you. I guess I should work on controlling my anger, so that if something like that happens again you'll come to me. You also should have told me about those notes that Malfoy sent you. I know I was mad at you, but I would have helped you. I just… want us to have good communication." Ron sighed, and then walked out of the door and down the hall.
"I know." Hermione said out loud, prying her eyelids open a crack.
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"Oh hello Harry dear. What? Oh sure Ginny's just in the other room, let me fetch her." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Ginny, don't you dare take another step!"
Ginny froze with her foot hovering an inch above the second step of the stairwell. "I'm not going to talk to him." she replied coldly.
"Ginny, he feels very badly about this. Hermione and Ron were his best friends. You know how horrible he must feel now that she's in the hospital."
"Were his best friends, mum." Ginny replied.
"Ron's forgiven Hermione, you could at least listen to him."
"Fine." Ginny said turning around.
"Good, I'll go get him. You wait here." Mrs. Weasley said happily.
Ginny sat down in one of the large sofa's in the Weasley living room. Just as she got situated on the sofa, Harry was ushered into the room by Mrs. Weasley.
"I'll just leave you two alone." She said, exiting the room.
"Hello Ginny." Harry chirped, brightly.
"Harry." She replied coldly.
Harry sat there in an awkward silence as Ginny just stared at him. "Well, are you going to say sorry?" she asked him.
"For what?" harry asked defensively.
"Harry, I haven't seen you since Ron and Hermione's wedding. Well I have seen you. You want to know where? On the cover of Witch Weekly, each week with another girl friend. What happened? You know, Ron really needed you these past three years. He needed someone to talk to and you just party and shag ditzy blondes! HE LOST BOTH OF HIS BESTFRIENDS, BECAUSE YOU WERE SO BUSY PARTYING THAT YOU COULDN'T EVEN STOP BY EVERY NOW AND THEN!" Ginny yelled. She glared at Harry, catching her breath. "You didn't come back to me." She whispered. "You said after the war that we could be together again." She wiped away a tear that was rolling down her cheek.
"I-I got caught up in all the publicity," he said feebly.
"No you didn't." she snapped. "You hated all the publicity you got after the war. You hated being the Boy Who Lived. Just tell me the truth so we can both go on with our lives."
"Fine, listen Ginny. I realized after the war, that no matter how many Death Eaters are sent to Azkaban, there will still be people after me, and I didn't want you to get hurt. So I stopped talking to your family, less and less, and then hung out more with my fans and I got so used to all those party and girls, that i had almost convinced myself that I liked it. it wasn't until I heard about Hermione, that I realized how much I missed Ron and Hermione. How much I missed you."
"Idiot, I know that there are Death Eaters still after, but I don't really care. I can take care of myself! I don't need you deciding whether or not we can date, just because there are some psychotic people who want to kill you! I hate you!" she cried, both of them knowing that she didn't mean it. She crossed her arms over her chest, and looked pointedly out the window.
Harry grabbed Ginny's hands, and this time she didn't pull away. " I know you missed me too." He whispered, but before Ginny could protest, Harry's lips were on hers.
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Christmas was better the second time. All of the children, were so happy that the got two extra presents, that the didn't even notice that the hadn't seen the gift-givers in at least three years, and some of them had never even seen the gift givers. Hermione and Harry were welcomed into the family once again, and after a bit of stiffness in the beginning, they all got along great, especially Ginny and Harry. They had been spotted holding hands several times. Even Ron and Hermione had been seen laughing together a few times.
It was late in the afternoon, when Ron pulled Hermione out of the living room where all the adults where talking, and into the kitchen. "We need to –" Ron started, but was cut off by Tara, Sara, and Destiny, zooming in on their miniature brooms.
"Coming through!" Tara yelled.
"Talk." Ron finished, after the girls had safely flown up the stairs. "I, well, I, er, l-l-l-l-l" Ron wiped his brow, This was easy in the hospital, wasn't it? Just imagine her asleep. Ron tried to imagine what it was like in the hospital, but it just made him think of how nervous he felt for those long weeks that she was in a coma. Ok, well, you told her you loved in seventh year. Act like you did then.
"You?" Hermione asked.
"I…" Thisis not easy, he thought.
This was taking to long, Hermione could tell by the look on his face, that he was clearly did not want to say it. Well, what would he not want to-Oh my God, he probably wants to get divorced! "You want to get divorced?" she asked, hoping that it wasn't what he wanted.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed, relieved he had got it off his chest. Wow, that was easy. I didn't even have to say it!
"Ok, I'll get somebody at work to draw up the papers. I'll owl you when we need to meet." Hermione said, trying hard not to cry. I guess he just told me he loved cause, well, because he just felt so sorry for me. Hermione thought. She ran into Ginny, on her way back to the dining room.
"Hermione, is something wrong? Your face is white, are you sick? Is it something to do with the curse Malfoy put on you? You only got out a week ago, so the same healers should be there. Want to go now? Hermione?" Ginny asked, looking up to find her friend sobbing.
Back in the kitchen, Ron looked confusedly out the door Hermione had just run out of. Papers? Owl me? And why did she run out of here? I thought she'd be happy! I thought we'd kiss and then- Wait? Did she say divorced? he thought, he thought back on their conversation. Divorce? But why would she- his face fell. I guess she doesn't love me anymore. He sighed and walked back into the dining room, preparing to spend this Christmas the way he had spent it three weeks ago, staring at the ceiling, doing absolutely nothing.
A/N: Will they go through with the divorce? Will Ginny and Harry be happy together? Will I ever update in less than a week? Anyway, I would like to thank all of my earlier reviews: prinadean, Dead-Luthien, Coconutgirl, quidditch7, harry-an-Ginny, fish n chips n vinegar, chantelleeenator, nymph62442, pinkpygmypuff, mione-ron-4ever, hermione weasley1991, and she-who-must-not-be-named. Thanks also to the reviewer I have replied. The next chapter is the last chapter, but I have an idea for a sequel, but I have to plan it all out first.
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