Still don't own Harry Potter...

For some odd reason it wouldn't let me update for awhile... Funny, well, if anyone has any idea's about a way to get more people to review that would be great, please tell me what Im doing wrong! or right for that matter

Hermione looked into his emerald eyes. She was really glad he hadn't changed, even though it had only been a little over three months. She was glad he was here, but she wondered why.

"Aren't you supposed to be in training or something?" She asked.

"Can't a man stop by and say hi to his friends every once in awhile?" He laughed, but he was somewhat distracted.

"No, that isn't why you came here." She put her hands on her hips, she hated being lied to.

"Ok, I was wondering if I could see Ginny…"

"Well," Molly waked in, "You came wonderin' to the wrong house then, she isn't here."

"Do you know where she is?" He asked anxiously.

"If I knew that, do you think I'd still be sittin' in my own kitchen?" She grabbed a spoon off the table and headed back into the other room.

Hermione thought it best to keep her mouth shut, about the information she knew about Ginny. What if she hadn't wanted him to know?

"Are you OK?" Hermione asked, getting worried.

"Yea, I just really wanted to see her." He looked kind of pail.

"You still love her, don't you…?" She asked, more as a statement then a question.

"Hermione, every step I take without her, feels like I'm walking on knives. Every breath I breath hurts me if she isn't there." He looked Hermione in the eyes. "I don't just love her, I need her."

"Wow… That was deep." She stared wide eyed.

Harry had never been ever to put two words together romantically in his life, and know he could make her heart flutter just by talking about Ginny.

"Maybe I could give Ron some pointers?" He said trying to lift the growing discomfort.

"Why would you… Harry!" She turned bright red.

"I have been here for little less then an hour, and I can tell that you love him and he loves you, and it seems neither of you realize it." He gave her a quick nudge. "When love comes up grab it by the horns, because it is fast, and it takes a strong will to hold on."

'Ok… Since when did you become a poet, Harry?" She laughed

They both turned when they heard a noise, Ron came down they stairs with a few jumps. For awhile they were all silent. Then Hermione got up.

"You two have got a lot to discuss, I better be on my way." She slowly walked up the steps into her room.

"I'm in love with him… I'm in love with Ron…" It all made since to her now, the feelings she felt when she was around him, the way his lame jokes made her laugh…

"What if he doesn't love me back?" She suddenly became self conscious, and went to her mirror.

"Look at me, what is there to love, I have fluffy hair, buck teeth and no figure." This all wasn't true, in fact she had changed quite a bit over the cores of school ending. Her fluffy hair was now only wavy, her buck teeth grown in some, and she was quite curvy.

"I need to go on a walk…" She grabbed her wand, but as she was leaving, he heard a small pecking sound at her window.

She found a brown owl with a parchment attached to it's leg. The note was from Ginny. She ran downstairs to tell Harry, but stopped to think first. What if Ginny didn't want him to know where she was…

"Hey Hermione, we were just talking about you" Harry smiled and Ron elbowed him in the side.

"Sorry can't talk, I'm going on a walk," She started out the door, but turned around. "I might be gone while, don't come looking." She literally flew out the door.

"Well that was odd…" Harry said watching her disappear in the front yard.

"I hate you…" Ron said, red faced and clearly embarrassed.

Hermione walked along the road, it sort of felt like home, well her old home. Why would a witch, who grew up with magic, want to live here? She counted the house numbers until she came across the one from her note.

"This is it" she took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Hermione!" The small redhead jumped into her arms. "Come in! We have things to discuss."

Ginny led Hermione through her small house to the kitchen, where food was laid out on the table.

"How have things been going on at home? Are they worried? Is Percy still a prat? How is Bill and Fleur's marriage holding up? How is their daughter? Are you and Ron getting married finally?" She took a deep breath.

"Let's see… Good. Yes. Yes. They are still together, and Nora is fine." Hermione gave her a smile.

"What about you and Ron?" She asked.

"Well, I think I'm in love, but I can't say the same for him…"

"Hermione, he has always loved you, everyone can tell, ask my mother!"

"How come no one ever told me these things before?"

"You never asked."

"Now, Ginny, more about you, and less about me," she gave her a stern look. "Are you really pregnant?"

"I'd be lying if I said no…"

"Who is the father?" She asked, knowing very well this would be a touchy subject.

"…Harry, it was only one time!" She started crying. "He told me he loved me, Hermione! He said he'd marry me! He got rid of me! Told me he didn't want me around him! And you want to know the worst part of it all? I still love him… More then words can say."

She patted her back, not really knowing what to say. So she sat there with Ginny on her lap, wetting her T Shirt.

A little while later, she finally got a hold of herself and finished eating.

"Guess who I saw this morning?" She asked, questioning Hermione.

"I don't know, who?"

"Draco Malfoy, and his wife"

"So is Pansy still a bitch?" Hermione asked.

"He wasn't married to Pansy"

"Then who was he married to?"

"Katie Bell, Draco Malfoy married a Gryffindor!" She squealed with Hermione as they both laughed heartily. "We need to get together like this more often!"

"I know! It's been way to long" she thought for a moment "Hey, Ginny?"

"Yea?"

"Do you think I could drop by like this again? Maybe in a couple days?"

"Wouldn't bother me, in fact, it sounds really nice." She smiled until her eyes landed on the clock, "You should be going soon, it's already dark."

"Yea I should, see you later Ginny!" She stepped out the door, with a final good bye and disappeared into the night.

She arrived back at the Burrow, and realized the porch light was on. Ron was sitting there staring at a bush, from in the bush a hand appeared to be giving him a thumbs up.

He turned back and saw her, he rushed to her. He handed her a bouquet of flowers.

"F-for you!" He stuttered. "I hope you liked them" He said looking really nervous.

"Like them, I love them!" She sniffed the flowers.

"I wish you loved me…" He mumbled to himself.

"I do love you." She said, she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss before heading in, leaving him speechless. "Oh, and by the way, I can see you Harry!" She walked into the Burrow, spirits high.

OK... I HAVE 7 REVIEWS, AND OVER 700 HITS, (thought I would get your attention) if I may not be mistaken that is a large amount of people not helping me out or making my story better.

Let's see... I always like polls...

(A) What grade are you going to be in? me: High school Squeal 9th
(B) What is your favorite subject? me: still science
(C) What is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to you? me: had 3 of my friends start crying in a public area within 30 of each other
(D) Do you like my story? me: yesssss...

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Rei