A/N: It's the end of my Easter holiday, and I have to spend the day studying for a biology test tomorrow :( So once again I feel sorry for myself, and once again that means you will have another chapter to read :)

Oh, and I have done a couple of changes of names, just minor changes since these persons have just been mentioned:

Jessie= Gina
Cary= Gloria
Fiona= Grace

Just minor changes, and nothing to really worry about :)

This chapter is from Ginny's POV.

Please enjoy :)

I apparated straight to my room at the Burrow. I had decided to stay there another night when I had seen Hermione at first. And considerate as I am, I assumed everyone was asleep already.

When I got there, I realized how hungry I was, after all I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Eating hadn't exactly been my first priority today.
I decided to sneak downstairs and grab something to eat. When I got down to the kitchen, I had a hard time not screaming.

At the table in almost complete darkness, I saw two silhouettes. It took me a moment before I realized it was mum and dad, and another one before I could get myself to say something,

"mum? Dad? What are you doing still awake? I thought you were asleep already?"

Apparently they hadn't heard me come down the stairs, because they jumped when I spoke. Then followed moving of a chair, running around the table and hugging followed by a very relieved voice of my mother,

"oh, Ginny dear. We were so worried. You were away for so long, and we didn't hear anything and.. oh Ginny, we were so worried."

I pushed mum gently away and held her an arm length away from me and looked her in the eyes,

"mum, I'm fine. We just forgot about the time".

She looked confused,

"we? Are you saying you have been at Hermione's place until now? Oh, Ginny",

followed by more hugging before she pulled away and dragged me over at the table. The literary pushed me in to a chair at the end of the table and started to ramble with equipment to cook,

"what would you like to eat, dear? Is egg and bacon okay?"

I just nodded. I had a hard time not laughing at her behaviour. Cooking, her solution to everything. It's a miracle we're not at the size of a house all of us. She cooked in silence. When she was done she put a large plate with a small mountain of egg and bacon, sausages, and a some toast in front of me. You would think I had been starved for a month.

I ate my meal in silence, completely in focus of my food. I figured that was the best was if I wanted to actually swallow my bacon, not have in some out of my nose. I knew she was looking at me, just waiting to hear what had happened at Hermione's. She was just like a teenager when it got to Hermione. Mum had always liked her, all though, she never knew about my true feelings for her, but since we are talking about my mum, Molly Weasly, I'm sure she had already guessed. It would explain why she was so devastated when she found out I had told Hermione to fuck off.

When I finished a few minutes later, she practically ripped the plate away and soon replaced it with a large cup of tea.

"So? What happened? Did you make up?"

I giggled. I just couldn't help it, she looked so excited there she was sitting at the edge of her chair, waiting to hear what had happened.

"Mum, there isn't much to tell. She yelled a little, then we talked and cried a little, but mostly we sat in silence, not quite sure what to say. But I'm going over there for dinner Thursday night, and we'll take things from there. I'm not saying things will be like they used to, honestly I doubt it, too much has happened, and I've been too big of an idiot, so just having her speaking with me, is more than I have the right to ask for."

My mum looked a little confused,

"well, I must just say you are certainly right, you have been an idiot, that girl had been begging you to talk to her again for years, and just writing letters but never send them isn't exactly the best way to treat a girl like Hermione. Anyway, why did she yell? You didn't do something, did you?"

I looked at my hands in shame. She was right, I did treat her bad, really bad. I didn't deserve her.

"I gave her one of the letters I wrote her two years ago for her birthday. She didn't take it too well at first, but she came around when I started to cry. I realized it was possibly a bad mistake giving it to her. But she calmed down eventually, and we talked a little, but we sat mostly in silence. It passed, and that's the most important, really. But we will probably talk about it in Thursday. I will tell her all I possibly can then, she deserved that much".

Mum just looked at me, she had tears in her eyes and a smile was playing at her lips, the more or less ran around the table and wrapped her arms around me before I had taken a breath,

"oh Ginny dear. I am so proud of you, finally you pulled your head out of your arse and talked to her. Oh love, you have no idea how happy I am right now".

This was kind of funny, you would almost think that she was happier to have Hermione back in my life than I'm. She let go of me before she spoke again, "oh, if things goes well on Thursday, you have to invite her for dinner here sometime this weekend, Sunday, I think".

"MUM! I'm not inviting Hermione here for Sunday dinner, first of all we have to straighten things out between the two of us, I don't want to push my entire family on her this soon. I'm not risking it. Not yet. Take it easy, please. And second of all, George is always here for Sunday dinner, you might remember me blaming her for getting his twin brother killed? No mum, I'm not taking that risk yet. Soon, I hope, but not this soon, we are just too easy to break yet".

Mum looked disappointed at first, but I think she understand what I'm talking about. I hope so, at least. But my first priority from now on, will be to fix me and Hermione.

"Yes, of course. You are absolutely right. Take your time and nurse your relationship carefully. Now, it's late and you have practice in a few hours. Off to bed with you. Goodnight, love".

"Yeah. Night mum. I'll see you tomorrow after practice."

I think we both had forgotten about dad, bit who could blame us? After all, he was resting his head on the table, clearly asleep. I giggled a little at the sight of dad waking up a few moments after mum had levitated him and was about to float him off to bed, he looked slightly confused as he woke up in the air like that. He then laughed a little, mum refused to put him down, she found it rather amusing seeing him float around like that. I'm sure dad did too.

I went upstairs an in to my room and fell asleep on my bed in a matter of seconds not even bothering to undress.

The next morning I woke up to an owl knocking on my window rather loudly. I took a quick glance at my alarm clock noticing it was 7:45, still 30 minutes until it would ring. I groaned and let a large yawn escape. I went out of bed and over to the window. I untied the letter that was tied to the owls leg, I sat down by the desk and read it,

Ginny,

It's been a while since I written you now. How are you? Is the practice going okay? I try to listen to all of your games, but it's not always possible. I heard you did well at your last game. I'm so proud of you. I have a hope that I will be back for your game against the Chudley Cannons December fourth, but I'm not making any promises yet.
Currently I'm in Sweden. Someone told us we could find some very interesting news here about a new potion that can cure a werewolf. I'm really excited about this. If there is some truth in those rumours, I'll find it, and hopefully I can have it published soon. It's so exciting working for Luna's magazine, she has all these ideas that sounds weird, but many of them actually hold sine truth in it. Tell me that 6 years ago, and I would have you locked up at St. Mungo for good. I just love my job. Oh, and she's talking about having a new magazine published along with "the quibbler", "potions of the future" and "plant life, she wants a quidditch magazine too. She says I can report from quidditch games too, in addition to my job as a writer for "potions of the future". That would be really cool, I could go to all your games, and perhaps I could even trick you to a few exclusive interviews?
Anyways. I'm sure I know the answer to this question, it never changes, but have you spoken with Hermione lately? I wrote her for her birthday two days ago. She probably hasn't gotten it yet, I'm still waiting for her reply. Should be in any day now, if she intends to reply. I'm sure she still misses you. You should talk to her, you know, she really hasn't handled looking you very well. I Think she's on a good way to alcoholism. Please at least write her, let her know you care.
I'll write you again as soon as I can

Love,

Ron

I smiled at the letter. It was nice to get a letter from him again, it was a while since the last one.

I wondered if he liked Sweden. I did when I was there three years ago playing quidditch.

I glanced at the time, and decided I would write him a reply while having breakfast, it was still an hour and a half until I had to be at the pitch. I took the owl with me and silenced the alarm so it wouldn't start off unnecessary in 20 minutes. I brought a pen and a piece of parchment with me and headed downstairs. I found mum already cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

"Morning, mum"

She shot me a quick glance and a smile before she turned back to the stove,

"Good morning, Ginny. Who sent you a letter this early? Is it from Hermione?"

She sounded hopeful. Damn, what was it with this woman?

"No, mum. It's from Ron. I just got it now, it's dated 5 days ago. He's in Sweden now, did you know he was going there?",

I asked as I sat down by the table. This came as shock to me, I didn't know he was going outside Britain before new year.

"Oh, and he said he hoped to be back for my game against the Chudley Cannons in December, wouldn't that be great?"

Mum put some food on a plate and handed it to me,

"Sweden? Wow. Good for him. It would be nice if he came home then, maybe he would come over for Christmas, he and Luna. That would be really nice. And if everything works out, you can bring Hermione too, if she wants to".

She seemed excited about the idea of having Hermione over for Christmas, and I just couldn't help myself, I just had to ask,

"Gee mum, next thing is planning our wedding, don't you think?"

The sarcasm was dripping from my words, but damn well, she lit up at the idea,

"you really think there will be a wedding between the two of you? I always pictured you to would end up together. Oh, this is going to be lovely. I can't wait".

Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, and me? I choked on a piece of bacon. When I was able to breathe properly again I spoke, my voice full of shock and horror;

"bloody hell, mum. I was just joking. Jeez. I don't even know if I'm allowed to call her a friend again, yet. God damn me and my bloody big mouth. And besides mum, you know I'm not into girls like that. Christ."

"Oh, but Ginny, a wedding would be just wonderful. You belong together. And I have seen the way you look at her, and I have seen something in your eyes, something that goes beyond friendship. Come on, Ginny, we all know you are in love with her and have been since Ron began at Hogwarts".

She was more or less dancing around in the kitchen when she spoke. One could almost see the wheels in her head working, already planning our wedding. And me? I choked again, this time on some scrambled eggs. How the hell could she know my love for Hermione went beyond friendship? And why the hell did everyone else know it too? This was getting ridiculous. I shoved the rest of the food down my throat, eager to get away as soon as possible.

"Look, mum,"
I said as I rose from the chair and prepared to leave,
"don't get any ideas about me and Hermione, okay? We sure as hell have a lot to catch up on and figure out before I even dare to think of myself as a friend of hers. So just let it be. I have to go now, I need to stop by my apartment and get some stuff before practice. I'll see you later for dinner".

I kissed her on her head as I went outside to apparate from there. I decided to skip the trip to the apartment, figured that I rather wanted to fly some rounds before practice began, catch up a little since I missed yesterday's practice. When I arrived I went straight to the changing rooms, muttering to myself,

"bloody woman. Why can't she ever stay out of my bloody business? She almost had me chocked twice. twice damn it.
A wedding? Where the hell does she get her ideas from? She knew I was just being sarcastic. Stupid woman. A wedding? What the hell does she think about me? No sir, no weddings for me, no..."

I heard a voice from behind me. Damn it. Couldn't I have a few moments by myself to get it all out?

"Hey, loony tunes. Who are you talking to? And who's getting married? Is it you?"

I turned around, it was Gina.

"Hey, Gina. You're early. How come?"

She raised an eyebrow as she spoke;

"I decided to warm up a little early, and to plan practice just in case you didn't show up today either. But you are avoiding the important question here, are you getting married?"

She smirked. The whole team was waiting for me to get married as I was the only one left. They hoped for me to have it done before I quit quidditch, then they would have a great excuse to throw one hell of a party for me. They always looked for reasons to party. I sighed,

"no, Gina, I'm not getting married. My mum seems to think so, though. But no, no weddings for me. Although, I'm sure she had the entire thing planned already".

Apparently, I'm the only one who isn't happy about the idea of me getting married,

"oh boy, Ginny. Who's the lucky guy? When will we get to meet him? Oh, have you set a date yet? You should do it in the spring. Spring weddings are so beautiful, remember Marie's wedding? It was early May, it was so fantastic. Oh, and..."

I was frowning now, why couldn't people mind their own fucking business?

"Christ, Gina! I'm not getting married. God. I just.. Oh hell, never mind. I'll tell you the whole story later."

You would think that would wipe her stupid grin, but no,

"okay, then. But you are clearly seeing someone, so you have to tell me who the lucky bloke is, or I'll tell everyone you are getting married"

Stupid girl, too sneaky for her own good. I sighed again,

"I'm not seeing anyone. Oh fuck it. Her name is Hermione, we were best friends until eight years ago, the following year I couldn't speak with her for reasons I don't want to talk about, I'm not ready for that yet, but I'll tell you some day. Anyways, seven years ago I was supposed to tell her I was in love with her, but it went wrong. Things happened and instead I told her to fuck off and never speak to me ever again. Know those letters I've been getting and never replied to? They were all from her. I tried to reply, I just couldn't make myself do it. Well, the other day I received one that had me worried, like really worried. I went there and found her drunk. She's been drinking for years, I just didn't think it was that bad. Well, she kept yelling about it being a dream and stuff, so I decided to remove all her alcohol and return the next day. That's why I didn't come yesterday, I had to take care of this while she was sober and before she did anything stupid. I gave her one of the letters I once wrote her, but never sent. She read it and had me come over again a couple of hour later. First she yelled at me, but she calmed down and we talked a little. We decided to have dinner tomorrow and talk, see if we can sort things out, at least begin. And well, mum is sGloria excited about this, wants her over for Christmas and everything, and as we talked about it this morning I made an sarcastic comment about me and Hermione getting married, so now she thinks marriage is the next thing, hence the muttering you heard."

She looked at me, in shock at first, but soon after a large grin followed,

"Ginerva Molly Weasly, I never thought this about you. We all believed you were into guys. Well, not all of us, Gloria was betting on you being a lesbian, and Marie and Carla was betting on bisexual. Oh my, my, my. Well, I guess I lost that bet, then"

"I'm not really into girls like that, only Hermi..wait, what? You were betting on whether I was in to guys or girls?"

Bloody hell. Could this get any worse? I shook my head and continued,

"never mind, just don't mention any part of this conversation to anyone. I'm really not ready for anything about this, not yet. I need to figure things out with Hermione first before I do anything else. Christ. Okay, enough of this shit, now. Want to join outside for a few rounds around the pitch?"

She looked at me, she was thinking of something,

"yeah, sure. I just have one question first. You say Hermione. It that Hermione as in Hermione Granger?"

Bloody hell. I saw no good ending at this nightmare. I sighed again,

"yes, I'm talking about Hermione Granger. The Hermione Granger. The war hero and all that. Can we go now? This is just not a subject I feel like discussing with anyone. The war is the reason of the situation between her she me. Now let's go, please?"

I glared at her, doing my best to show her that this conversion was over now. She just smiled, but rose and followed me out to the pitch,

"really? That is so cool. When do we get to meet her?"

I glared at her while I mounted my broom,

"Christ, Gina. I don't know. I don't even know what will happen next. I might know after our dinner tomorrow, now just shut up about this, will you?"

And with that, I took off. Soon after she took off as well. I have never been happier to ignore her and blame it on my focus. We had only been in the air for a couple of minutes when the rest of the team arrived. I landed on the ground and gathered them all.

"Okay, team, on Saturday we have a new game, this one against Puddlemere united. So today I have decided to play a practice game instead of running laps. We play reserve team against the main team. Any complaints? Good. Mount your brooms and warm up a little while I get the rest of the equipment".

I walked to the locker where I had all equipment locked in and got the box. When I got back to the team, they were all in the air ready to start, the reserve team had already changed the colour on their uniform to blue. Good. Seems like 4 years as a captain had disciplined them by now. I looked up at them, I felt my whole body grow like a balloon, I was so proud of this team. I was dreading the day I was going to retire.

The team played perfect. It made me grow even more. This very team was the best in the history according to all the magazines in the world, and I was the captain of that team. I was so proud.

When I got back to the Burrow, I decided to give them the Friday off. They deserved it and a day off before the game Saturday would do them some good.

The evening at the Burrow was rather uneventful, we had dinner, then I went outside for a walk down by the river for a couple of hours before I returned back and decided to take an early night since I didn't get much sleep last night. When I got upstairs, I saw Ron's letter. I figured I should answer it before I went to bed, and sat down by my desk and began to write;

Ron,

It's good to hear from you. I'm doing just great. Quidditch is going great, it's the best team in the history of Holyhead harpies, maybe even the whole Britain. It would be great if you could make it home by the game in December. Mum says you could bring Luna and have Christmas here. How is Sweden? Do you like it there? I think it's wonderful there. I want to go there again soon. But on a vacation next time. I didn't get to see much when I was there for the quidditch cup.
Ron, prepare to be surprised. You don't know the answer to all the questions. I have spoken to Hermione lately. Two days ago was the first time. I'm going to her place for dinner tomorrow night, actually. I'll say you said hello.
Now I'm off to bed. Have to get up bright and early tomorrow as usual.

Best wishes,

Ginny

I sent it off with the owl it came with, it probably knew where to find Ron. It had stayed here all day, probably expecting to return with a letter. Then I was off to bed. Once again I fell asleep in a matter of moments.

The next day went by in a blur. And all of a sudden it was 6 o'clock. I had an hour before I was going to meet up with Hermione. Plenty of time to get ready. I went for something casual, just a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. I had no intention of arriving overdressed. It was just a dinner and a talk between.. friends?

I went downstairs to find mum, telling her I was leaving now. She hugged me and wished me the best of luck. When I went outside she yelled at me to send her regards to Hermione. I apparated half a second later to the backyard of Hermione's building. I took a deep breath and headed for her apartment.