A/N: This chapters really short. I apologize, the next chapter should be longer!
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"So it's over…"
"I'm sorry Ginny, I didn't mean to use you like this. I seriously thought I liked you. Voldemort makes us all do stupid things."
"He didn't make you do this."
"No, I guess that's true, but he influenced me to. Ginny I still care about you, I want to be friends. But nothing more." She took a deep breath.
"I should've expected this was never going to last long. All things considered, we deified every odd staying together as long as we did. It's ok Harry, we all do stupid things," that said she walked back into the house.
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, stood there. Flabbergasted. He had expected tantrums and tears, but there was none of that. She took it well. He was stunned, relieved.
Maybe she took it too well. He pondered on that thought for a moment, but it was quickly cast aside when Hermione stepped through the doorway. She grabbed his hand and led him behind the broom shed.
Once she knew they were out of sight of anyone looking out a window, she grabbed him and kissed him thoroughly.
"I thought I'd lost you," she pulled away to look him in the eyes. He pulled her close and held her tight.
"So did I… so did I."
"Harry, I love you." She said, her voice slightly muffled in his shirt.
"Oh, Hermione. I don't want to leave you. I'll never, ever stop loving you."
Harry and Hermione had spent about ten minutes talking about traveling and Ginny before they made their way back to the party. By the time they re-entered the house most people had started to leave. The occasion pop was heard of someone disapparating. Hermione gave Harry a quick, innocent peck on the cheek and bid him goodnight. She entered the kitchen and said goodnight to the remaining visitors, and the Weasley's.
She then slowly made her way up to Ginny's room, dreading what Ginny's reaction would be.
Her bedroom door was closed, so Hermione knocked.
"Come in," said a voice from behind the door, sounding unusually positive.
"Hi Ginny, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine actually. I'm guessing you know?" Hermione nodded. "Surprisingly, I'm feeling rather good about this," Hermione stared. She had not expected that at all. Harry had said she'd taken the break up shockingly well, but she definitely hadn't expected this sort of reaction.
"If you need to talk about it Ginny, go ahead. It will probably do you some good."
"Honestly Hermione, I'm fine. Deep down I guess I expected it, so it's all good. Well, I'm dead tired so I'm gonna go to sleep. If you want to keep the lamp on to read, feel free. Goodnight"
"'night."
Hermione changed into her pajamas, brushed her hair and teeth and jumped into bed. She turned the lamp off. Reading wasn't her top priority right now. She had to think over the nights events.
Harry was hers. She no longer had to stress about being caught with him. A mighty weight was lifted off her shoulders. But as that weight evaporated guilt, set in. She Hermione Granger had betrayed her best friend (well... best girlfriend, Harry and Ron were her best friends). She felt terrible. If Ginny found out she'd probably tell Ron and Ron would tell another of his brothers (probably Fred or George) and it would somehow end up getting back to the Weasley parents. That was the last thing she or Harry for that matter wanted. They wanted to have a relationship that they didn't have to hide, but not at the cost of the Weasley families friendship.
After about an hour of contemplation Hermione decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea to make their relationship public knowledge for at least a month.
Not matter how much Ginny tried to hide it, Hermione knew she had to be at least a little bit upset about the break up. She needed time to get over him. And the Weasley's needed time to adjust to Harry not being such a major part in their lives. Of course Hermione knew Harry would never desert them, they had been the closest thing to a family he'd ever had. But she also knew that he loved her, and that if he kept this lie up for much longer he would break.
With that figured out in her mind she drifted off into a very pleasurable dream.
