Fix You

A/N: Thanks to everyone for the reviews! They mean a lot, and I will respond if you say something that I feel the need to respond to. If you ask something and I don't respond, they answer is quite simple: you'll see. I've responded to reviews for some past stories, but in the end I ended up spending more time giving everyone a good response then I did actually writing. Oh, and everyone stop picking on Harry! He's wasn't a pig purposely, despite what it may seem. It will come to light a bit in this chapter, and a lot more in the next one.

I don't normally dedicate chapters, but this is to merliedog because that review you left was definitely worth it.

What's Right from Wrong

2 months later…

December 25th, 2001

"Well, this has been a rather productive year," Hermione said, looking around the table.

Much like the year before, the Burrow was full of people enjoying Christmas lunch. Mr and Mrs Weasley, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Charlie and his girlfriend Rebecca, Fred, George, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione and her parents Frank and Jane were all gathered around the Burrow's scrubbed kitchen table. Bill and Fleur had taken Robbie to France for the holidays to visit Fleur's family. Hermione's parents were sitting slightly warily on the edge of their seats. Tonks' hair had frightened them when she had decided that green wasn't going to work and had reverted to her usual bright pink. They had wanted to spend Christmas skying with Hermione, but their daughter had insisted that they join the Weasleys for Christmas, telling them forcefully that there was something that they needed to hear. Sitting between Ron and Lupin, Harry was directly opposite Ginny. He wasn't sure if this was a good or a bad thing. They hadn't said a proper word to each other in the past two months, but this wasn't from Harry's lack of trying. Every time he came near her, she found some excuse to leave. Ron and Hermione had found this slightly amusing, telling Harry that she surely couldn't be mad at him forever and that she would have to talk to him one day. This was first opportunity Harry had really had to talk to her since he was seventeen. Although, he though sourly, the sort of conversation he wanted to have with her was not something he was keen to broadcast over a table of Weasleys.

"It has been rather," Lupin smiled.

After the war, Harry had spent a day in St Mungo's before joining the celebrations with Ron and Hermione, hopping from the Burrow to The Leaky Cauldron and several other thriving wizard parties. They had run into several old school friends from Ernie Macmillan to Colin Creevey to Luna Lovegood who had informed them about the latest Snorkack development. Ginny had also been at several of these places, but she seemed to disappear on their arrival.

The Ministry had publicly hailed Harry, Ron and Hermione heroes after the war and they had all been offered pretty much any job, anywhere they wished. After much deliberation, Hermione had accepted a place at the Department for Ethical Treatment of Magical Creatures in the Ministry, taking SPEW and other causes to a further level on the condition that Remus Lupin was given a job alongside her despite his lycanthropy. They had been there for only a couple of weeks but were already making an impact on the unorganised department.

Ron had had a different idea. Abandoning the goal of becoming and Auror, Ron had joined the Chudley Cannons coaching staff. He was enjoying it and the Cannons had had the fastest growing membership in a month ever.

Harry had bought a flat at the top of an apartment building in London. Ron and Hermione had moved in with him, but were intending to move in together in the imminent future. The flat was mainly one large room that contained the kitchen with a fireplace and living area with four doors, leading to three bedrooms and a bathroom. Harry had claimed the bedroom with the ensuite, siting that he did own the place. After a few appropriate charms, the flat had large vaulted ceilings, and they had even tacked on a little windy balcony that (after a few charms) you could fly off. Hermione had a short walk to Ministry everyday and Ron either flew of Flooed to work.

"Have you got a job yet, Harry?" Lupin asked him conversationally.

"No," Harry said through a mouth of turkey. "I honestly can't be bothered."

"Are you even going to get a job?" George asked him from next to Ginny.

"Maybe one day," Harry told him. "I just can't be bothered yet. I don't really know what I want to do anyway."

"What happened to being an Auror?" Tonks asked him, leaning around Lupin to talk to him. "I'd love to be your superior or something."

Harry murmured a laugh. "Same reason Ron didn't become an Auror," He said. "I've done enough of that already."

"Surely you get bored not working though," Charlie asked. "What do you all day?"

"Get up late, have a shower, eat, read the paper," Harry said. "Then I have to go buy food, and then by that time these two are home and they entertain me. Then I sleep."

"You should come work for us, Harry," Fred told him.

"Why does everyone assume that I even want a job?" Harry asked them. "I'm quite content doing nothing. I don't think that there is a job that I would like to do anyway."

"Quidditch?" Charlie's girlfriend Rebecca proposed. "I hear you're quite a seeker."

"That's hard," Harry said. "I did consider it for a bit, but I know I wouldn't really be taken seriously."

"I'm sure plenty of teams would love to pick you up, Harry," Mr Weasley told him, cleaning his glasses on the sleeve of his robes.

"Yeah, I'm sure plenty of teams would love to recruit me," Harry said simply. "But not because I'm a seeker, because I'm Harry Potter." He scowled to himself.

"Well, what else do you enjoy?" Charlie asked him. "Between us all, I'm sure we could think of a job for you."

"Is there a job that involves yelling?" Ron smirked at his friend.

"Yelling over-impassioned speeches," Hermione corrected her boyfriend.

"Why do you two pick on me so much?" Harry asked, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Lupin smirked from next to him.

"Perhaps politics," Hermione said thoughtfully, ignoring Harry's comment. "You're certainly stubborn enough." Ginny, who had kept out of conversation up to now looked up and glared at Harry. He met her eyes, intimidated; he took a sip from his goblet of wine to hide behind it.

"Anyway," Harry said forcefully to Ron and Hermione. "Off me…"

"No, back on to you," Ron said playfully. "Hermione, start on your favourite of all young Harry's qualities. What is it you call it? His 'saving people thing'?" Ginny glared at Harry angrily again.

"It's evolved beyond that though," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I would call it his 'hero complex' it's gotten that bad."

"Just shut up about me!" Harry exclaimed at them angrily. "How about we all just talk about how you two are getting married instead?"

"You promised you wouldn't say anything!" Ron shouted, punching Harry's arm. Harry smirked as the table exploded. Mrs Weasley jumped up and seized Ron and Hermione into a big great hug, banging their heads together in the process.

"Oh, this is fantastic!" She literally cried as she pulled away to let Mrs Granger hug her daughter as Mr Granger shook Ron's hand enthusiastically.

"What happened to us saying to you 'don't drop any hints, Harry, we want to tell everyone ourselves', hey?" Hermione rounded on him as Ron was kissed on the cheek by his future mother-in-law.

"You seemed too busy picking on me so I thought I would do it for you," Harry said. "Congratulations, by the way."

"I hate you," She said as she squeezed him quickly.

"Mr and Mrs Granger," Fred asked. "By any chance did you drop Hermione on her head as a baby?"

"It's just that it seems that she agreed to marry Ron," George added hastily as they looked shocked. "Ron."

"Does this mean you're kicking them out of the flat, Harry?" Charlie asked as Lupin and Tonks congratulated the happy couple.

"Yep," Harry smiled. "But they were always going to leave soon anyway."

"Ginny," Hermione squealed as Ginny hugged her. Harry glanced up at the two of them momentarily before frowning into his potatoes.

"I'm so happy for you!" Ginny grinned. "I feel sorry for you though," She added in a whisper. "Because now not only do you have to snog him, you may have to shag him too!" She shuddered dramatically.

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed as she slapped her arm. "I was going to ask you to be my Maid of Honour, but if you're going to be like that…"

"Oh," Ginny said dumbfounded. "I dunno Hermione…" She glared at Harry, who was chatting with Lupin.

"We are going to talk about this issue later," Hermione said sternly, following Ginny's gaze.

Vaguely reminiscent of the year before, everyone had gathered in the sitting room that night. Harry and Lupin were explaining the intricacies of Quidditch to the Grangers as Mrs Weasley wailed with Celestina Warbeck. Charlie, Rebecca and Mr Weasley were in a deep conversation with Tonks about war casualties as the twins teased Ron. Ginny and Hermione were sitting in the corner, talking quietly. Harry noticed the glances that kept coming his way and he could easily guess who the topic of that conversation was.

"Of course Harry is Best Man; that goes without saying," Hermione told Ginny. "And you will be Maid of Honour, whether you like it or not."

"I don't know, Hermione," Ginny said, glancing Harry's way again. "I don't think you really understand. I don't want to spend anytime with him."

"He wants to spend time with you though," Hermione smirked, also gazing at her best friend. "Just in case you hadn't noticed." Ginny rolled her eyes. "Look, I know he was horrible to you, but it made sense to him somewhere in his head. The fact of the matter is he cares about you so much even Ron has noticed it. And that's saying a fair bit. And if Harry does want to get back with you, what's so wrong with that?"

"So you're saying I should just forgive him?" Ginny scorned heatedly. "Just because it apparently made sense to him? Forgive and forget? He hasn't even apologised."

"He's been trying if that means anything," She told her. "And I know that he didn't mean to hurt you."

"But he did hurt me," Ginny admitted, scowling at Harry again. "So much so that no amount of apologies will make him get a second, wait third chance. I'm not going to let him even get the opportunity to hurt me again."

"He wouldn't," Hermione said after a pause, staring down her best friend. "You've been avoiding him for two months,"

"Quite successfully too,"

"So surely it must just be easier to hear him out and vaguely consider giving him a chance?"

Ginny scowled again, but this time at Hermione. "Look, I don't think you understand," She told her. "When you guys left, I told him. I told him I wasn't going to sit around pining for him, and I haven't. I don't want to talk to him, so I don't have to." She stuck out her chin defiantly. "He doesn't deserve the chance anyway."

"Do you still care about him though?" Hermione pushed, her eyebrows raised. Ginny sighed.

"He's Harry Potter," She plainly whispered. "Everyone cares about him."

"You know what I mean, Ginny."

She bit her lip thoughtfully. "I'm not going to lie to you Hermione, I do," Hermione smirked at this. "But not enough that I would want to date him again. I'm not going to go and put myself on the line again for an arsehole that doesn't deserve it, let alone the arsehole that effectively broke my heart. And I really don't want to be your Maid of Honour if I'm stuck talking to him." Hermione examined Ginny for a moment before nodding.

Hermione sighed loudly, closing her eyes. " Plan B then. Excuse me," Hermione got up and walked over to Ron, pulling him up off the couch. In a brief moment of picturesque intimacy, Hermione stood close to him as Ron cocked his head so she could whisper in his ear. He nodded a couple of times, and glanced between Harry and Ginny. After a moment, he walked over to Ginny. The next thing she knew, Ron was leading her quietly down to the kitchen with a firm grip on her upper arm.

"Sit," Ron demanded pulling out a chair, which she sat in, only mildly confused. A second later, Hermione dragged an outcrying Harry through the door by his hair. She pushed him into the chair next to Ginny as he massaged his head.

"Sit," Ron repeated as Ginny made to get up. She instead edged her chair away from Harry's.

"Okay," Hermione said with a painful smile, looking between the two of them. "We're not asking for much from you two." Her and Ron stood in front of them with their arms crossed, both of them wearing a grimace and looking down on Harry and Ginny as if they were naughty school children who needed punishing.

"Even though I think you two are stupid not to, we're not telling you that you have to date again." Ron glared down on his sister and best friend. "We're not asking you to like each other; you don't have to be friends. We're not even asking you to talk."

"As Best Man and Maid of Honour, and no you are not getting out of it Ginny, despite what you think, you really don't have to do that much together," Hermione told them. "You have to walk about twenty meters together, pose in a few photographs and dance once. No, you don't get to roll your eyes at me, Harry Potter. Shut up and listen. During all of that walking, dancing and photos, you have to smile and pretend that you get along."

"In the past two months, two things have become very clear," Ron told them both sternly. "As my best mate and my sister, it's pretty obvious. You're moping, and you're angry." He indicated to Harry and Ginny in turn.

"I have not been moping." Harry said sullenly as Ginny glared at Ron and Hermione.

"Yes you most certainly have," Hermione glared at him with slight pity. "Drinking yourself stupid, Ginny this, Ginny that, Ginny won't talk to me, she's ignoring me, Ginny hates me, I wonder why?"

"You wonder why?" Ginny spat, turning to face Harry. "You're more of a daft git then I ever even imagined."

"Oh, she has a voice!" Harry exclaimed scornfully, looking at Ginny apprehensively. "Was that an acknowledgement of my existence? I've been trying to run into you for the past two months Gin, and you know it because every time you see me coming you run of in the other direction! You're the daft git here, I just want to talk to you!"

"Well, I don't want to talk to you!" She squared her shoulder, eyes glaring at him.

"You are now though," Harry smirked at her. "So please, do tell, why do you hate me so much?"

"You know perfectly well why I hate you," Ginny whispered dangerously, her ears turning red.

"I don't actually," Harry told her plainly as Ron and Hermione watched on. "Unless you're gripping onto all that nonsense that you thought was important."

She gave a noise of disgust. "Somehow it doesn't surprise me that you don't know," She said fiercely. "I s'pose it's quite easy to forget that perhaps I have feelings. You're an arse."

"I'm an arse?" Harry asked in mock excitement. "Care to go into details of how I'm an arse? You're being a bit vague."

"No, I don't want to explain, not really," She said angrily. "I think you can remember, and besides, if Ron knew how you treated me, how horrid you were to me, then he'd probably beat you to a bloody pulp, and we wouldn't want that now, it'd ruin Hermione's wedding photos."

"Tell Ron all you want Gin, maybe unlike you, he'll see the sense in it," Harry stuck out his lower lip, and Ginny had a sudden urge to kiss him, to show him what he was missing. "Maybe Ron will think, hmm, it seems that Harry was trying to protect Ginny. Perhaps he had her best interests at heart."

"Okay Harry, let's tell Ron everything," She drew out the last word, her eyes gleaming in retribution as she met his. "And I don't think you had my best interests at heart." Again, she stressed the last word. He paled slightly, looking at her with shock.

"This is what we're talking about," Hermione moaned, sounding defeated. Ron put an arm around her shoulders. "I knew this would happen! You two are being pathetic. What's done is done, why can't you two just forget it?"

"Look," Ron said threateningly. "On the 26th of February we are getting married. That gives you around…"

"Sixty-one," Hermione supplied.

"Sixty-one days to grow up and get over it, or at least learn how to pretend to be civil to each other," Ron finished.

"And if not?" Ginny asked, her jaw set.

"You two will ruin our wedding," Hermione said simply, moving towards the door. "And I'll never forgive either of you for being so stupidly pig-headed and not realising what's best for yourself." She left the room, Ron trailing after her.

They sat together in a huffy silence for a moment before Ginny spoke.

"This is your fault, you know Harry." His name tasted sour in her mouth.

"Why?"

"It just is."

"Well, I'm sorry if that helps," Harry said dejectedly as an owl hooted outside. "I'm sorry for everything. I just want to make things right, you know? I want things to be like they used to."

"Sorry really means nothing to me," She told him in quiet annoyance. "And things will never be how they used to be. It's all changed. And our opinions differ a fair bit if we're talking about what right is."

He looked at her plainly for a moment.

"I can't be bothered fighting with you."

"I can."

"Whatever Gin, I'm going home," Harry told her, sighing deeply. "When you want to have a civil discussion about us, my floo is always open."

"That's never then," She said stubbornly. He met her eyes for a moment, clearly disappointed. He turned to the fireplace.

He threw a handful of glittery green powder from flowerpot on the mantle into the fireplace. Shouting "The Loft," Harry disappeared, leaving Ginny alone with her thoughts.

A/N: Not as long as the last one, butt reviews are loved. My birthdays in a couple of days (Feb 4th), so review me a harry seventeenth! (haha, I'm pretending to be funny)