Fix You

A/N: Um, yes, that was meant to go quick. The story isn't about the war; it's a romance in the strictest sense of the word. It's all in the aftermath, though this is a chapter compiled of two flashbacks. These are Harry and Ginny's (almost) interactions through the war. If you are slightly shocked by the end of this chapter, just remind yourself what the title is, things aren't meant to go smoothly!

At the moment, writing is very easy for me… The hard part is turning it from paper to print. I'm in the process of writing chapter seven at the moment, so the only issue for posting is my laziness when it comes to transferring from paper to a word document. Currently, I love where this is going. Hope that this length is enjoyable. I'm aiming for around three thousand words a chapter and this is five.

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Chapter Four – A Strength and a Weakness

December 25th, 2000

"I had a feeling we'd be seeing you three!" A teary Mrs Weasley said, pulling Ron, Hermione and Harry into a bone crunching hug.

It was snowing lightly with a glary sunlight on the Burrow. They had been planning an appearance for a few months, but had decided on Christmas on Ron's suggestion. They had visited Hermione's parents the day before, and had spent the one prior at Diagon Alley.

"Oh, you all look so peaky," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "Come in, we're about to start lunch!" She ushered them into the crowded kitchen.

The majority of the Weasley's, Lupin, Tonks and Moody sat around the kitchen table; plates of untouched food in front of each of them. They had been expected, three empty places sat between the twins. Mrs. Weasley ushered them into these empty seats fondly. Sitting between Ron and Hermione, Harry scanned the redheads of the table quickly. Bill, both Weasley parents, the twins, and now Ron. Ginny was noticeably absent.

"Can we start eating now they're here, Mum?" Fred asked. Laughter rang across the table.

"Yes, yes, eat Fred," Mrs. Weasley said, dabbing her eyes with her napkin.

"Just because we haven't seen them for the past three years," Fred began.

"Without a floo call," George added.

"Or an owl,"

"Or even a brief pop in so we know you lot are still alive,"

"Doesn't mean they should prevent us from eating," George finished. "They're only hear for a square meal anyway,"

"We did visit!" Ron objected through a mouthful of peas. "Two days ago, we came to your shop, but you weren't there!"

They ate in silence before Ron broke it.

"Hey…where's Ginny?" He asked the table at large.

"Oh, she got called in to work last minute yesterday," Mr Weasley said. Harry looked down into his broccoli determinately.

"It didn't seem to bother her that much though," He went on. "I thought she would have been glad to see you three. We all knew you were coming."

Harry felt his face redden, but only his potatoes could see. It was his fault she had to work over Christmas. She was avoiding him because of the row they had had before he had left. He thought of why they had fought, of the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding and flushed further as Hermione nudged him under the table. He felt Lupin's eyes boring into the back of his head.

"Wait," Ron said, confused. "A couple of steps back here. Ginny has a job?"

"What did you expect Ron, your sister to just sit around here doing nothing?" Hermione asked him, looking at his over Harry's head as he blushed further, with a twang of guilt accompanying it. "What is she doing?"

"Healing," Tonks supplied. "I was thinking of becoming a healer once. Glad I didn't though. Unfortunately, Healers need patience, while Aurors need-"

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody barked. Harry jumped, choking on his food and causing himself to stab his nose with his fork. Even Mrs Weasley laughed at him. He scowled and rubbed his nose as he sipped his wine.

"You alright mate?" Ron asked as Harry's eyes streamed. He nodded, at least it was something he could blame his reddened face on.

"Don't die on us now, oh great Chosen One," George mocked.

"This week's Hunting Harry," Fred said. "Our saviour loses his nose to tragic accident with fork!"

"Where have you lot been, anyway?" George asked ever so casually.

"Well, we visited my parents yesterday," Hermione explained.

"Where else?" Fred demanded.

"Ask no questions, get no lies," Harry piped in, speaking for the first time since they had arrived.

"I said that once!" Fred exclaimed. "Like five years ago or something! How on earth can you remember that?" Harry shrugged.

"What's happened to you three?" George asked in amazement. "Normally it's Hermione's job to quote people, and Ron's to embarrass himself while eating!"

They fell into a comfortable silence.

Bill cleared his throat. "Well, in other news, I had a kid, Ron, look!" He brandished a small boy with copper hair in his face.

"What? Since when?" Ron looked amazed.

"Robbie eez three een March." Fleur said happily, ruffling the young boy's hair.

"So he was born six months after we left?" Ron asked conversationally. Everyone but Mrs Weasley, Bill, Fleur, Ron and Lupin snorted into their food.

"It's not funny, Arthur!" Mrs Weasley berated her husband.

"Why is it funny?" Ron asked, looking around the table. The twins shook their heads as Harry whispered something behind his hand to Ron.

"Oh-ho!" Ron exclaimed, "Bill!"

"'Ee waz premature," Fleur huffed.

"Sure," a twin muttered under his breath.

"Don't worry Fleur," Lupin said, scooping his potatoes. "I know for a fact that Harry was conceived on my couch six weeks before Lily and James got married."

Mortified, Harry pushed his food away from him. "And there goes my appetite."

"I still have that couch," Lupin said. "It's in my study." Tonks' face paled.

"I read on that couch!"

"Well, that's why it has those plastic covers on it."

"Meanwhile, back to Christmas," Harry said and everyone fell into a comfortable silence.

"How long are you three staying?" Bill asked them over plum pudding.

"We're not," Hermione said sadly. "Strict timeline." Mrs Weasley's face fell.

"Surely you can stay tonight, everyone is," She said. "Ginny will be wanting to see you three. You can leave as early as you want tomorrow morning."

"What time will Ginny be home?" Ron asked.

"Oh, probably a little past ten. I'm making her spend all of tomorrow with me."

"Do we have enough time, Harry?" Hermione asked him, her eyes twinkling at him as he felt Lupin studying him intently again.

"We have to leave really early," Harry said bleakly.

"I'll go set up your beds." Mrs Weasley bustled upstairs.

Later that night in the sitting room, as Mrs Weasley and Fleur sung mightily to Celestina Warbeck and Ron acquainted himself with his nephew; Harry and Hermione played chess as Lupin, Tonks, Moody and the remaining Weasley's sat on the couches, chatting merrily.

'Can you say Uncle Ron?" Ron asked, sitting next to the toddler. "Uncle Ron."

Bill nodded encouragingly at his son, who looked apprehensive.

"Unca Non," He exclaimed, and he hit Ron in the face before waddling over to his father, hiding behind him.

"Unca Non," Harry scoffed quietly as he took Hermione's castle.

"I think it's cute," Hermione replied, frowning down at the board.

"You would," Harry teased in a half whisper. "I'd put money on you becoming Aunta Mione in the next couple of years."

"Ooh, if Ginny were here, I'd be giving it to you so bad at the moment," She muttered pinkly, prodding a quivering pawn forward.

"But she's not, so I can tease you as much as I want," He smirked, taking the pawn. "Speaking of Ginny, what's the time?"

"Quarter past nine, why?" Hermione took his troublesome knight happily.

"At nine-thirty I'll go to put my pieces away," Harry breathed. "If anyone asks, I've had a cold all week and I need the rest."

"You git, you're avoiding her, aren't you?"

"C'mon Hermione, it's more like she's avoiding me," His bishop checked her king. "We both know the only reason that she worked today is because she knew I was coming."

"Still…" They played in silence until Lupin came over, looking down on the game in interest.

"How are you two holding up?" He asked as Harry's queen chased off a wayward pawn as Fred ran into the Christmas tree on the other side of the room.

"Good thanks, how are you and Tonks?" Harry asked in reply, looking over to Tonks who was in a discussion with Moody over Auror training. "I see there are no multicoloured wolf cubs running around." Hermione laughed as Lupin rolled his eyes.

"You sound like Sirius," he told Harry, who smiled sadly at the thought of his godfather.

"You still miss him a lot, don't you?" Hermione asked as she made a move towards Harry's king. He met her eyes over the board.

"I'm always going to miss him," he told her gruffly. "You know that."

"You never do really get over things like that," Lupin said quietly. "Twenty years time, it will still hurt." Hermione looked at him carefully.

"You, you've always seemed so accepting of what's happened though," Hermione said, examining her old professor's face as Harry prodded a convulsing castle. "You've never really let your emotions show. That sort of strength is really quite admirable, holding on through the worst." Lupin shook his head sadly.

"When Sirius died, I'd already done my grieving," he told them. "In one night twenty years ago, all my closest friends died. In one way or another, they were all gone."

Harry looked up at his old teacher in a mixture of shock, pity and familiarity. It was yet another example of how Voldemort tore people's lives apart. Sure, his lungs may have breathed, his heart may have pumped blood, but Harry saw it in his face. In what should have been some of the best years of his life, Remus Lupin had been a shell. Existing for the sake of existing; his best friends, his only friends in the world either dead or incarcerated for betraying the others to their death or killing them. Of course, things were not the way they had seemed then, but he was a man left alone with only his thoughts and a shadow of a life for too many years. Harry looked up at him, and was unsurprised to find him not upset. A grim smile was flittering on his aging face.

"The two years with Sirius after his escape was like a bonus to me, Harry," Lupin told him. "A treat of sorts, to put it crudely."

He smiled down on a shell-shocked Harry. "I had spent over a decade wallowing. I lost everything that had ever meant anything to me so quickly, and to get some of what I had back was just joy. You have to cling to what you do have as tightly as you can while you still have the chance." Lupin looked at Tonks fondly as Harry shifted his knight numbly.

"There are always memories, I guess," Harry said to Lupin. "The string's always there." Hermione groaned audibly.

"Not that stupid string thing!" Hermione exclaimed, moving her queen into the line of fire.

"Did you just say string, Harry?" Ron asked from across the room warily.

"He did," Hermione told him, shaking her head. "Please don't continue."

"What's this string thing?" Lupin asked curiously.

"Oh, I just have this theory that when we meet someone we connect by a piece of string, and then we can always trace some part of ourself back to that person," Harry said quickly. Lupin looked gob smacked. "It's not very important," He added as Hermione looked for a move to salvage the game.

"But anyway," Lupin said quietly after a moment, lowering his voice conspiringly. "What about you Harry?"

"What about me?" Harry asked as his castle cornered Hermione's king.

"Would I be correct in suggesting that maybe you sometimes have very unplatonic thoughts about a certain Miss Weasley?" Lupin looked at Harry smugly.

"Keep it down a bit," Harry muttered, turning red.

"You're wrong though, Remus," Hermione told him. "You said sometimes… I would put it as an always. It's rather annoyingly cute actually."

"I thought we had a silent agreement," Harry told Hermione as he checkmated her. "We don't talk about that. What's the time?"

"Quarter to ten, but don't you even-"

"I'm going to put my pieces away," Harry announced, standing up stretching and gathering his pieces and grinning at Hermione gleefully. "I'll see you around," He added to Lupin as he fled to Ron's room. Hermione clicked her tongue after him.

"Merry Christmas everyone," Ginny called happily as she entered the sitting room twenty minutes later. "I've never really realised how well we get along as a family. There were so many injuries today caused by someone's brother or the uncle they don't like." She kissed her mother on the cheek and seized her little nephew as he ran into his aunt's legs. She scanned the room quickly. Ron and Hermione were there, but the black mop of hair that she had began to despise so much was thankfully absent.

"Hi, Hermione," Ginny said as she descended on her.

"Oh, I've missed you!" Hermione squealed as she hugged her.

"Yeah, I bet you have. Thanks for writing," Ginny smirked sarcastically. "It was so good to hear from you."

"I'm so sorry!" Hermione said as Ron hugged his sister. "Harry said that we could only owl in emergencies."

"So he keeps you on a leash now, does he?" She asked, eyebrows raised as kissed her father's cheek a Merry Christmas.

"Where did he go anyway?" Ron asked, looking around for Harry.

"He went to put his chess pieces away," Hermione explained in a monotone. "He's probably asleep. He's had a cold all week and needs the rest." She shot Ron a meaningful glance.

"Oh yeah, he's had a bit of a head cold," Ron said upon Hermione's prompting. Lupin smiled and shook his head to himself hopelessly.

"So, Ginny," Ron said, crawling across the floor and sitting next to Ginny, who was leaning against the wall opposite everyone. "What have you been up to recently?"

"I take it you mean in the past three years."

"Yeah."

"Well," She began. "Not much really. I'm sure whatever it is you're doing is a lot more interesting."

"Mum said you're a healer."

"Healer in training," she explained. "I'm not a full healer for another half year still."

"Okay," Ron said. "So you like healing?"

"Yeah," Ginny shrugged.

Ron examined his little sister for a moment. "So what else have you been up to?"

"What do you think I do?" Ginny asked exasperatedly. "I'm nineteen, I have a little flat in London, I work at St Mungo's, I go out with friends. It's pretty normal, and not very interesting. I enjoy it though."

"Oh," Ron said dumbfounded, shocked by the change in his sister. "It just seems so weird. You're my little sister, but you're a healer and you're all grown up, and living in London, it's just really weird."

"I'm not a baby Ron; I can look after myself believe it or not," She told him huffily. "I'm not the eleven year old kid who needs saving anymore."

"I know," He said, looking at her in a very un-Ronlike way. She was shocked.

"I think Hermione's finally having an influence on you," Ginny told her brother. "Being accepting and not trying to interfere. Also being slightly considerate of my feelings, definitely some of Hermione's best work. Three years ago you would have called me a baby and would tell me that I can't look after myself."

Ron murmured a laugh. "Things change, so do opinions."

"Or you've just began to listen to Hermione more. How long are you staying?"

"We're leaving early tomorrow."

"Thank Merlin," Ginny whispered.

"You and Harry had a big fight, didn't you?" He asked quietly, eyebrows raised.

"You could say that. I would call it a huge fight. It doesn't matter though." She sighed. "But anyway…"

It was then that Ron realised something. Harry really had hurt his little sister. He didn't know what they had fought about, and didn't really want to. Hermione had just said that both of them were just being stupid. Not knowing what to think, they sat in silence for a moment.

"So, any potential male healers need threatening from your favourite older brother?"

She laughed. "No. A few female ones may though." Seeing Ron's jaw drop open and his eyes popped out, she quickly continued. "Kidding, Ron, I'm just kidding. Jokey joke, ha ha."

"Oh," was all Ron could say, looking relieved.

"So," Ginny said to Hermione later that night in her room as they sat in their beds, moonlight streaming through the window.

"So what?" Hermione said in mock innocence.

"Tell me everything!" Ginny demanded. "Where have you been in the past years, tell me how for some reason you are madly in love with Ron, and tell me about the Horcruxes." She added the last in a whisper. Hermione fixed her with a beady stare through the darkness.

"I shouldn't have told you about them," Hermione muttered.

"Well, you did," Ginny replied in a breathy whisper. "So let's start with, um, what are your intentions for Ron?"

"Get comfortable, I guess we are going to be a while."

"So that's everything?" Ginny asked many hours later as the sun was peeping over the horizon.

"I think so," Hermione yawned. "What's the time?"

"Early," she told her.

"Should just stay up the whole night," Hermione groaned wearily. "But anyway, tell me more about what you've been up to." Ginny opened her mouth to speak. "But don't tell me about Healing," Hermione cut across. "I've read about that. Tell me something exciting."

"I'm not very exciting," Ginny squirmed.

"Sure you are," Hermione said. "Tell me about your social life or something."

"Well," Ginny said, thinking about how only Hermione could say that without it sounding overly awkward. "Padma Patil did the same Healing course as me, so we became good friends. I go out with her, Parvati and Lavender a bit."

"Does she ask about Won-Won?" Hermione asked sullenly. Ginny laughed and shook her head.

"Do you still worry about that?" Ginny asked laughing. "You two have been half married looking after your baby Harry for the past three years, and you are worrying about Lavender?"

"Hang on," Hermione changed the topic. "If you're handing around with them, you must be one of those drunken teen party witches that the Prophet is always rabbiting on about! Ginny, I didn't know you were throwing away your own and England's future!" Her tone was teasing, but Ginny scowled.

"The Prophet prints rubbish, you know that," She said irritably. "Speaking of printing rubbish, I ran into Luna the other day. She's working for her dad at The Quibbler, and-"

"Shh," Hermione said quickly. "Someone's coming." They both scrambled into their beds as if they were thirteen year olds whose parents were coming to check on them.

"Hermione?" They heard Harry's voice ask apprehensively on the landing as he knocked softly on the door. Ginny waved to catch Hermione's attention. She pointed to herself, then held her hands to her head motioning sleeping. Hermione suppressed a laugh as Ginny climbed into bed and feigned sleep.

"Coming," Hermione said, opening the door. Harry was standing there, looking uneasy.

"Did I wake you?" He asked quickly, peering into the room. Ginny's hair was the only part of her visible.

"No, I was up already," Hermione said, smirking at him. "Are we going now?"

"Yeah," Harry said, not looking at her.

"I'm over here Harry, or are you not talking to me?" She smirked again. He blushed.

"Have you packed up your stuff?" Harry asked her.

"Nearly finished," Hermione said. "Stop looking at her." He blushed again.

"I don't want to."

"You know, we could have taken her with us."

"No, we couldn't have," Harry said huffily. "She was underage, at incredible risk, and besides, imagine what Mrs Weasley would have said."

Hermione laughed. "Point." Harry sighed, still looking at Ginny.

"You really love her, don't you?" It was a rhetorical question.

"Pack, Hermione," Harry said tiredly. "Just pack so we can kill Voldemort. Then we can come back and I can try to make things right."

October 31st, 2001

"So just stay off that leg for a bit, Mrs Callahan," Ginny told a frail old woman, pushing her wheelchair through the corridors of St Mungo's to the entrance.

"Thank you deary, you've been a great help," Mrs Callahan told her. "Last time I buy my grandsons presents from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes let me tell you."

Ginny laughed, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "My brothers own that shop."

"Really?" The woman asked her.

"Couldn't you tell by the hair?"

"I didn't realise deary, but I guess it's just such a small world," the woman said as Ginny pushed her into the semi-full foyer. "Does that mean-" She began to add curiously.

"Yes, Ron is my brother. And yes, I also know Harry and Hermione." She told the shocked old woman. "Don't worry, I get asked a lot."

"You're nearly famous then, aren't you?" She said.

"Not really," Ginny smiled. "Is that your son?" She added as an anxious man rushed over.

"Yes, that's Bobby," She smiled fondly. "Now if only he had married a nice girl like you instead of that witch…"

"Hi, Mum," The man said guiltily. "Thanks," He added to Ginny.

"I'll see you around Mrs Callahan," Ginny laughed.

He side-along Apparated her away and as Ginny made to check up on other patients, a loud pop signalled the arrival of a large, dirty group. Thinking that another Healer would pick them up, Ginny only turned around when she heard her name being called.

"Ginny!" She turned as a battered Hermione with rabid hair got in her face.

"Hi Hermione, thanks for writing again," she said in sarcastic impatience. "Thanks for stopping by, but I have patients." She turned to leave again.

"Ginny," Hermione demanded again, tugging on her arm towards the group. Her father and Tonks were flanking Harry carefully. He was being held upright by Ron and Lupin, his head lolling dangerously.

'Shit," Ginny said quietly, searching the pocket of her robes for a little device and fishing it out. It was silver, and as longs a matchbox, around as thick as a wand. It had buttons on each end, one red, one green. Ginny pressed the green one. "Ginny Weasley for Healer Frolintine," she spoke to it clearly. After a second, it spat out a reply.

"What is it Weasley?" The tired voice of Ginny's boss said.

"Emergency patient, ground floor," She said while pressing the red button.

"Hi, Gin," a loopy Harry said, looking at her. His face was dirty, his hair matted with blood and his glasses were cracked. He fell towards her, but Ron and Lupin tightened their grip and heaved him up. "Howaa yoou?" His face broke into a grin, green eyes gleaming.

"I'm in the middle of Mr Johnson's procedure," the voice through the little stick grumbled. "Patient's name and status."

"Patient is one Potter, Harry, currently-"

"Get a chair, Weasley," A stern looking man said, announcing his arrival with a crack. Harry slipped again, as Ginny summoned a wheelchair to underneath him. Lupin and Ron lowered him into it slowly as two more healers arrived.

"What happened?" One asked, peering at Harry, mildly star struck.

"I killed him," Harry said happily. His head lolled back to see Ginny, who was standing behind him. "I killed him Gin. Dead!" He looked at her in delirious curiosity. "It's over, things are better now." Only she realised this was intended as a question.

"Weasley, Davids, with me and Potter to room 84," The stern Healer Frolintine demanded. " Ericsson, see to these five."

"No," Ginny said loudly. "I'll stay with them, they're family." Harry frowned sadly up at her as a Healer pushed his wheelchair away. The boss took one look at Ron and Mr Weasley's hair before nodding curtly.

"Use exam room 12, then bring them up to 84."

"Are you lot okay?" Ginny asked as she led them down a gleaming corridor and into a spacious white room with three beds.

"Ron's not," Hermione piped in quickly. Indeed, Ron was shuffiling slowly and his shirt had blood soaking through.

"I'm fine Ginny bean," Mr Weasley said. "I turned up just after it was over. Remus and Hermione have a few bumps and bruises, but Ron and Tonks need some looking at."

"Sit, everyone," Ginny instructed. The sat, looking odd in the room, filthy in contrast to the sparkling room.

"I have to go," Her father said to Ginny. "You're mother will be anxious, then I have to go to the Ministry."

"Anxious is an understatement," Ginny said to her father. "I'll be by the Burrow once I've finished work." He nodded, then Apparated. "Let's look at you Ron." He sat on one of the beds.

"This is surreal," Hermione said, shaking her head as if she had water stuck in her ears. She glanced around the room in shock "This is so weird."

"It's just a room, Hermione," Ginny pointed out.

"It's not that," Hermione scoffed. "It's just… it's over. It's done."

"We're going to have to get jobs and stuff," Ron winced as Ginny pulled up his shirt and squirted water out of her wand and onto his wound. They sat in a shocked silence.

Half and hour later, Ginny lead the anxious group through the St Mungo's corridors towards room 84. She had repositioned Ron's broken rib and had given him a dozen potions to take and he was waddling slowly, but he had wanted to see Harry. Ginny had given Tonks dislocated shoulder a quick look over and had given Hermione and Remus some basic healing potions.

"Where are we going?" Tonks asked, her arm in a sling to protect her shoulder. "The VIP room?"

"Yeah," Ginny said. "Room 84. It has a mini-bar."

"Is he going to be okay?" Remus asked after a pause.

"Worse have been," Ginny said detachedly. "But better haven't. Is the head wound magical?"

"No," Ron said. "He slipped."

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked in a little voice.

"Probably nothing," Ginny said to their shocked faces. "They'll heal his head wound, and maybe give him some blood replenishing potion."

"Why was he all off though?" Ron asked his sister.

"Delirium caused by exhaustion, I would say," Ginny said. "It's not uncommon. We're here, anyway." She pulled out the contraption, and held it against a blank patch of wall, quickly pressing a button sequence. Red red green, red green green. A door appeared, and Ginny opened it to let them in. Harry was sleeping in a bed, surrounded by healers.

"He's okay," One said to the relieved group. 'Fixed up the injury to his head no problems, and it just seemed like he was delirious from exhaustion." He added, proving Ginny right. "We're running a few tests just in case."

"Fantastic," Ron said, sitting down on a chair near Harry's bed. "Now where is this mini-bar?" He looked around the lavish room expectantly.

Glancing at his sleeping form, Ginny could only feel an intense hatred for Harry. It didn't matter that he had just saved the world. It didn't matter that she cared for him above all others; and she knew that she did deep down. He didn't need her, and he had made sure she had known, trampling her heart in the process. He didn't really care for her either, despite what he may have thought. If he had, he wouldn't have set out to hurt her. When he left, it had almost killed her inside, but she had stayed strong. She hadn't even cried. She had became quite good at hiding her feelings for him from everyone, even from herself. She didn't want to like him, so she didn't have to. Easy as that. But now it was over, she knew that he would want her back.

Could she accept that? She knew she would always have a soft spot for him; there was no way to deny it. On the other hand, it had become so easy to hate him. There was no way he could hurt her again if she kept him at arms distance. The walls she had always placed around herself had just gotten bigger when he had left. She couldn't break them down for him again. That would be weakness. She had said she wouldn't wait around, why take back her words now?

Harry would never be able to care for her the way she wanted him to. He would never need her. And she, Ginny deserved to be needed. By someone, by anyone. With a sense of empowerment, she knew what she had to do. She had done the same thing every time she began to feel low, every time she had began to find it in her heart to let it be in the past four years. She had to remind herself, she needed to be needed. She would find someone, and they would need her. Preferably only for a night, she knew that this would pass by morning and to make it last longer to that would be unfair. She made to leave the room, to leave her emotions and head to a party to find her comfort. She couldn't leave, Hermione had grasped her arm.

"Stay," She told Ginny. "He loves you, and you love him. C'mon, bury the hatchet."

Ginny looked at her through scared eyes.

"I can't."