"Hermione? Don't you think this is a little . . . much?"

Hermione shook her head. "Of coarse not. We want to overdo it. Harry hasn't ever seen you like this, even when you were dating."

This was true. Harry had only seen her in billowy robes. What she was now wearing was the complete opposite. Tight cropped jeans and a long tube-top were most definitely not allowed at Hogwarts.

"Where in the world did you get this, anyway?" Ginny blinked as Hermione tried to put on mascara.

Chuckling, the brunette blushed a little. "Ron quite likes the attire." As Ginny mimed gagging, Hermione put the finishing touches on Ginny's eyes.

When she opened them again, Ginny saddened. "I like it, really, I do . . . but I'm not going over there to win Harry back."

"Isn't that what you want? I know you Ginny . . . I heard you crying last night. You still love him."

Ginny hesitated. Did she want to tell Hermione what had really happened? No, at least not all of it. "Maybe I do still love him. It's just," her voice cracked a little. "He doesn't love me. If I can't have his love, then I'll have to settle for friendship."

Hermione shrugged, giving up temporarily. "Well, it's time you went to see an old friend. Good luck Ginny."

The younger girl turned around before throwing the floo powder into the fire place. "Thanks, I'll need it." With that, she disappeared.

Just as Hermione was cleaning up the make-up from the floor, a loud crack rang throughout the room. "Where is she? Tell me Ginny's still here!"

"Ron? What are you doing here?"

Ignoring the question, Ron repeated, "Where is Ginny?"

"She just left, why-"

"Dammit!" Ron slammed his fist against the wall. "Be prepared for a huge episode, Mione," He finally said, voice shaking. "And could you get me a first aid kit?"

XoxoxoX

With a flash, Ginny shot out into an unfamiliar flat. As she stood up, brushing dust of her jeans, Ginny took a look around. It was a spacious flat, very much like a bachelor pad. Somehow, the thought of Alex not living with Harry comforted her nerves.

There was a large, black-leather couch in the middle of the room. A briefcase sat, tossed carelessly upon it. She smirked a little as she remembered about Harry's terrible organization skills.

So typical.

Walking into the huge, marble kitchen, Ginny spotted a center table with pictures on it. One of them looked like a Hogwarts-day picture of Hermione, Ron, and obviously Harry. Another one was of Harry and a brunette girl hugging.

That must be Alex.

She picked up the picture, looking closely. It had been a long time since she had seen Harry, and even a picture was a vast improvement. He looked happy, holding his fiancee close after what looked like a Quidittch game win.

Shaking her head, Ginny moved onto the last picture, only to have her breath catch in her throat. It was a picture of herself and Harry. She was smiling into the camera, but Harry wasn't. His emerald eyes were on her, a crooked grin on his face.

Ginny shut her eyes, willing herself not to cry, when a thumping noise came from down the hall. She tore her gaze away from the picture, facing a door that was slightly open.

Okay, I can do this . . . It's only Harry.

XoxoxoX

Harry was kissing his fiancee passionately, not catching the creaking sounds of footsteps heading toward the room. When he was truly honest with himself, harry knew he wasn't really paying attention to Alex either. No, his mind was still on the dreams he had been having about Ginny.

It was only when he heard a sharp intake of breath from the doorway, that his mind cleared of all thoughts of the dreams. Prying his lips from Alex's, he slowly turned his head to see who had interrupted his embrace.

Ginny was standing in the doorway, eyes wide with shock, hand covering her mouth to keep from screaming.

Holy mother of-

Harry dropped Alex to the floor, tilting his head as he looked at the girl in front of him. Was this who he really thought it was? It could be . . . but how?

"Gi-Ginny?"

She slowly removed her hands from her mouth, backing out of the doorway. He followed, Alex forgotten on the floor. "Is that you?"

A thought ran through Harry's head as he stared at Ginny. No, this can't be she. Ginny never had a body like this, she never wore sexy clothing or make-up, that was more like Lavender or Parvati. But those are her eyes . . . and her lips. His heart clenched.

Ginny was eyeing Alex, before looking back up at Harry. He had lipstick on his face. Had she not been completely traumatized, she would have been laughing hysterically.

Besides, at the moment, there was only one thing on her mind. Run. But Ginny couldn't seem to make herself run. It was as if her feet had a mind of their own, moving steadily backwards. Move, now! She finally did.

"Hey! Wait!" Harry watched, as if in slow motion, red hair whipping around the corner. It seemed now, for the second time in his life, he didn't go after her. Instead, he collapsed into a nearby chair, staring at the ground.

"Who the heck was that?" Alex was now peering out the window, craning her neck to try and catch another glimpse of Ginny.

Harry sighed, his fingers absent mindedly tracing a strange scar on his forearm. He had told Alex that it was received in the triwizard tournament from the dragon. Deep down, he knew it came from no such thing . . .

"That Alex, that was the girl I thought I pulled the plug on."Both our love and her life.

XoxoxoX

"Why did you punch the wall?" Hermione was kneeling in front of Ron, fixing his hand. "Seems like something Harry would do."

Ron tensed at Harry's name. "Maybe it was something Harry provoked." He quickly changed the subject. "Isn't there a potion you can put on this to heal it?"

"Ronald . . . don't you change the subject. And no, there isn't a healing potion because I used the last of it yesterday when--"

"I know, I know." He ran his uninjured hand through his hair. "I'll tell you, but you won't like it. Okay, so I went to see Harry to make sure he would be there when Ginny was, right?"

Hermione nodded, tongue between her teeth as she carefully pulled dead skin away from Ron's bleeding knuckles. "Go on, go on."

"Well, I did see Harry, and he did go home on time. He just, he wasn't exactly . . . alone? OW! MERLIN HERMIONE!"

She didn't pay attention, though Hermione had indeed accidentally pulled away too much with the tweezers. "Are you saying--and stop with the hysterics, it didn't hurt that much--Harry went home to-to, well you know! With Alex?"

Ron nodded through gritted teeth. "I really think he's . . . what are you doing here?"

Harry had just appeared before their eyes, a serious look on his face. "How long?"

Hermione hugged Harry quickly, hoping he wasn't talking about what she thought he was. "How long what, Harry? How long have Ron and I been married? Well, you know that, around--"

"No, I meant how long has Ginny been out of her coma. Or is this some kind of cruel joke you're both playing on me? Because as you can see, I am not laughing." He crossed his arms, feeling slightly betrayed. It was obvious that his two best friends knew and he hadn't.

"Yes, we can see," Ron has stood up and was now facing Harry with Hermione. "As can we see that you wouldn't have even cared if she was awake because you were the one who killed her anyway."

"RON!" Hermione turned, shocked that her husband would even say such a thing. "Harry didn't kill Ginny!"

Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek. His mind had already told him multiple times that he had, so the fact that someone was telling it to his face was nothing new. "Why would you think I wouldn't care if Ginny woke up? I died the day she was attacked by Malfoy! It killed be to see her white as parchment, lying on the hospital bed. Why would you think that?"

"Why would you pull the plug?" Ron's eyebrows furrowed as he watched his friend stare at the floor. Harry didn't answer. "You see? Even if we did tell you she was awake, maybe she didn't want to see you after she found out you were getting married!"

Harry frowned, "You told her? Maybe I wanted to tell her myself!"

"Oh shut it, both of you!" Hermione moved between the two men, pushing them apart with her hands. "Ron, you have no right to say Harry wouldn't care if Ginny woke up. Harry, I wouldn't be so shocked since Ginny caught you and Alex snogging."

She rolled her eyes, giving yet another push in her attempt of keeping both wizards from tearing each other apart. "I happen to know that we are all twenty-two years old. Think we can sit down and discuss this matter in an orderly fashion?"

"Yeah," Ron grumbled, slumping down into the nearby couch. He finally glanced up at Harry when Hermione prodded him in the arm. "What do you want me to do, Harry? Go up to her and tell he she was imagining the scene of you snogging a witch she's never seen before? Tough luck."

Harry swallowed, scuffing his feet against the cream-colored rug. "No-but I . . . What was she even doing at my flat today? How did she even know where I lived?"

"I told her. Ginny wanted to see you, mate." He bit his lip for a moment before continuing. "I tried to tell you at work today, but you just sauntered off."

"She wanted to see me? I don't get it . . . how does this whole 'coma' thing work?"

This time Hermione spoke. "She's basically still eighteen. Well, mentally anyway." She grimaced as the words came out, looking carefully at her friend.

Harry paused, putting the pieces together in his head. "Does she still . . . love me?"

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other, Harry's gaze never breaking away . . .

A/n: Haha, you'll just have to wait!