Chapter 6: Talks with Ron

Charlie had talked me into staying at the Burrow, in hopes it will help me not think about Harry so much. I guess it almost worked. It was usually just Mum and I. She gave me tons of chores to do in an attempt at keeping my mind busy. However, I just found myself thinking of Harry, and only doing any chore with a half-hearted effort.

A week passed, and my feelings that my life might as well be over did not leave. Charlie spent a lot of time with me. I didn't see Ron much, which didn't surprise me. Harry is his best friend and I doubt he would want to get stuck in the middle forced to choose a side.

I was making an effort to de-gnome the garden when I finally saw Ron for the first time since the night everyone found out. He looked awkward, like he didn't know if he should be talking in case it seemed he was choosing a side (even though he should put his family first in any case…). I looked at him expectantly as he looked at the ground.

"Listen Ginny, I talked to Harry," he said just as I was about to give up hope any words would ever come from his mouth. I looked at him quizzically for what seemed like a long time, waiting to hear more. Ron didn't speak right away, and I was about to turn my attention back to the garden when he continued.

"You know Harry's my best mate." I looked up at him in aknowledgment. Of course I knew Harry was Ron's best mate, who doesn't? "This is really hard for me Ginny," Ron continued with a sigh. "Harry's still real upset." Then there was another weird silence where I wasn't sure if the conversation was over.

"Ron?" I asked. "Do you think there is…er…any hope?" I was hoping, of course, for the answer to be 'yes,' but my heart was racing with anticipation waiting for Ron's reply.

"Well…er…I think so. Maybe," he paused, as if thinking of how to put whatever was coming next. "Give it a little more time for him to think and feel it out."

"Thanks, Ron…that really helps," I said with a sarcastic snap.

"Well what do you want me to do, Ginny, lie to you? Tell you everything is going to work out like its some sort of fairytale?" His voice grew louder as he picked up momentum. "Because I don't know what's going to happen, and I don't want to hurt you even more by lying."

Startled, I turned my head to stare at a gnome hole I had earlier pulled a filthy little gnome from. There has to be hope, I thought. There just has to be.

Then Mum popped her head out the back door. "Ginny dear…oh! Ron! I didn't notice you stopped by. Are you staying for dinner?" she asked hopefully. However, Ron told her he wasn't staying and she went back inside, obviously forgetting whatever she had wanted to tell me.

"I'll talk to Harry again if you'd like. Is there anything you want me to relay?" Ron asked.

I thought for a moment. There were so many things I wanted to say to Harry. Where to start? First of all I was sorry, and I missed him something awful. Then, of course, I still, always will, always have loved him. But should Ron be the one Harry hears everything from? Probably not.

"Can you ask him to meet me in Diagon Alley outside the Leaky Cauldron at 4:00 tomorrow?"

A/N: So? its been a year...i know. i cannot express how sorry I am. I am a horrible person, but reviews would inspire me to continue faster! Oh and nothing is owned by me, and nothing for the rest of the story will be, so i'm not going to bother writing this again. thanks!

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