A/N: I sincerely apologise for the long wait. I finished this chapter then read over it and realised that it was extremely short so I have extended it. I've also been having heaps of brain waves about how to finish the story! So I'm so excited. I must admit I was quite proud of my ideas about how to kill the dark lord and how he made his Horcruxes anyways I won't give away too much ;)

Here's chapter 4!

Chapter Four- Dreams and Revelations

Ginny lay awake, staring at the roof. She'd been awfully tired when she had retired to bed, but had only been able to get about four hours sleep before she awoke- a million things running through her mind. She reflected on the previous days events.

Harry had broken up with her; she was shocked but surprisingly not completely devastated. She had previously contemplated what she would feel if Harry had broken up with her. She'd imagined herself distraught. She loved him.

Ginny had had a crush on Harry Potter from the first moment she had laid eyes on him. His ever so cute ignorance of the world he belonged to, his messy dark hair, his brilliant green eyes. Oh, and his smile when he realized something, his eyes would light up and he would smile ear to ear. How that used to make her knees buckle and her heart flutter. But as she came to realise he didn't like her, her feelings for him dulled and she began to look at him just as a friend- at least during the day.

When she was alone she imagined he liked her, loved her. When she was going out with Dean Thomas and she kissed him, she often pretended he was Harry. She knew it was wrong, but… what's a girl supposed to do?

She heard a muffled murmur from the camp bed on the floor, and looked down to see Hermione lying on her back asleep, with a content smile on her face.

Ginny smiled at least someone was able to sleep. She wondered for an instant why Hermione seemed so content. She had seemed worried when she had come to bed; her eyebrows furrowed and she had been wringing her hands constantly. Yet know her face was tranquil and serene.

"Harry…"

Ginny turned back to stare down at Hermione. She had said Harry's name differently then she normally did. She had said it with… wanting, sensuality.

"Please, Harry!" l ok! That definitely didn't sound friendly! l

Hermione's eyes flew open. She put her hand to her heart attempting to slow its beat. A trickle of sweat made its way down between her breasts, and she turned to find her eyes locked with Ginny's. l Shit! l

"Um…" Hermione stammered.

"Yeah… is there anything I should know? You didn't sound like you were just about to ask Harry to grab you a book or something."

"Well… you see Ginny… it's… uhhhh… complicated…"

"Uhuh, you called his name. Twice." l shit! I did? Oh my God, what do I say, I can't lie to her now l

"Ginny… me and Harry… we are… well, you know…" Ginny caught on straight away, her eyebrow shot up in amazement.

"Oh, I see… well I'm not with him so I guess it doesn't really matter."

"What? It doesn't really matter? Where did that come from? I feel terrible! You're one of my best friends and I betrayed you!" Ginny was silent, her facial expression unwavering. "I'm an appalling friend; if you never forgive me I'd…I'd understand…" Hermione's voice trailed off. l well I royally fucked that up didn't I! l

Ginny remained silent. She cocked her head to the left, contemplating what she had just witnessed and heard.

"I really don't know what to feel… when you said you and Harry, it all just kinda fell into place. He's destined to be with you Hermione."

"Okay…?"

"Really Hermione it's ok. I'm happy for you." She said resolutely.

"Whatever you say…" Hermione mumbled, unsure.

"Well, that's settled. I'm tired. I'm sure you are too. So, goodnight, again."

Hermione laid her head down for the second time in a matter of hours and worried.

Ginny's reaction wasn't normal. And not for one second did Hermione believe that ginny thought it 'didn't really matter'.

When she and Harry had been a couple she had been over the moon. Hermione could remember a many occasions when Ginny had come to visit Hermione's dorm in the middle of the night to talk to her about their relationship.

In the beginning Hermione had been happy for her. She loved hearing Ginny laugh, smile and giggle when she discovered something new about Harry, or noticed one of his peculiar antics- most of which Hermione herself had already discovered. The more Hermione pondered on her conversations with Ginny the more she came to realise Ginny had never been in love with the Harry she knew. Ginny was in love with the idea of him. The fact that he was 'The Harry Potter'. It all fell into place now. Ginny had been tremendously smitten with Harry the first time she saw him, just as Hermione had been besotted with Orlando bloom- a famous Hollywood movie star. Ginny had been star struck. She had been in love with Harry Potter the famous 'boy-who-lived', never Harry potter the person who never took notes, and was always late to class. It had been quite the same with Harry, he had never really loved Ginny, Hermione now realised this too. She had often listened to him say that he wanted a bit of normalcy in his life. By sixth year nearly everyone in their year level had a girlfriend or boyfriend. And it now seemed that, that was why he went out with Ginny. He, Harry potter wanted to be like everyone else.

l how ironic l she thought. The boy that every child aspired to be like- be as brave as, be as famous as- just wanted to be like everyone else. Normal.

He wanted a mother and a father and a girlfriend, who all loved him for himself. With no fiends planning his demise and there death of all mudbloods.

He just wanted a life. l And I will try my best to help him have that. l Hermione thought determinedly.

As she rolled onto her side, her back facing Ginny, she wondered what Harry's reaction would be when he found out that Ginny knew…

Harry and Hermione.

Harry had cheated on her.

Hermione had lied to her.

Hermione! Her best friend.

l bitch l

Hermione! Her most trusted friend.

Silent tears slipped from her closed lashes.

What if he was upset, even angry at her for telling Ginny. l I have to find him, now! l

Hermione stood her silk night gown slipping down her curves, from its gathered state.

She waked the short distance to the door, stepped outside and with a soft pop she was gone.

The creak of her bedroom door and the pop of someone disapparating pulled Ginny out of her revere. She sat up checking that it was in fact Hermione who had just disapparated from just outside her bedroom. l slut wager she's gone to bitch about me to Harry l

"Hmmmmmmmm" Harry groaned.

Hermione was laying feather soft kisses along his neck and was moving to his bare chest. l man, I don't wanna wake up. What a dream! l Harry thought as his mind drifted towards wakefulness. Hermione lightly bit his navel, and he jerked awake.

"Hermione!" he said astonished. "what are you doing here?"

Her answer: taking her kisses a little lower down his abdomen. He shuddered. With that mission successfully accomplished she lifted herself on to her elbows moving forward so they were eye to eye. She kissed him soundly on the lips, bought every ounce of her courage to the surface and said,

"Ginny knows," Harry leaned forward to capture her lips again. She jerked back slightly and looked him in the eyes, letting him no that this was a serious matter.

"Knows what?"

"About… About us, I'm so sorry" she buried her head in his chest. He sat there in silence.

"And what did she say?"

"She… she actually didn't mind, well she said she didn't mind, but I'm still not sure." Harry turned over what Hermione had said in his mind.

Ginny the quick tempered child, he had tricked himself into loving had taking something like that well?

It didn't sound like her. It didn't sound like a Weasley.