"So, Potter, how's your love life?" One brave Fred Weasley inquired.

The only sound after that was the distinct one of two faces rapidly turning the most embarrassing shade of red.

"Its, uh…, it's complicated right now." Young, Mr. Potter stuttered into his dinner plate.

"Yeah…" replied Fred, "I bet. "added George with a grin, in that creepy way they had, making two statements sound as if it was one sentence. Only after that did little Ginny chance a look at Mr. potter, only to find him looking back at her with a look of longing. It was then that little Ginny decided that ripping his head off was what she really wanted. What right did he have to look at her like that? It was, after all, his fault. She returned his stare with a sneer that would make even Malfoy envious. Suddenly she was filled with anger. Anger at her brothers for being dolts, and at her mother for not being more understanding. Anger and Hermione for caring more about Harry than her. But mostly she was Angry at Harry, for the way he looked at her, for the way she felt about him, and for the way he wouldn't let them be together.

"May I be excused?" she said staring straight at young Potter.

"I'm not feeling well." She said as a sarcastic after thought. She didn't wait for her mother's approval; she just marched out the door, and up to her room, where she intended to spend the rest of her evening. Unfortunately for her, Hermione had other plans. Ginny only got a few seconds of peace before Hermione arrived.

"Ginny? Ginny, I know you're in there. Open up, I just want to talk." Ginny heard the rapping on the door, but she didn't move from her spot on the bed, where she had flopped down as soon as she reached her room. She could guess what Hermione wanted to talk about. She also knew that it was the one thing she didn't.

After about 45 seconds of knocking, Hermione realized that the door wasn't locked. She barged in as soon as she noticed she was able, much to Little Ginny's displeasure.

"Ginny that was awfully rude. You should apologize." Hermione plopped down on the bed beside what she thought was a weeping Ginny. Ginny was really shaking with anger. An understandable mistake on good old Hermione's part.

"Oh, oh, it was awfully rude of me, was it? It was awfully rude of me, but Fred was a perfect gentleman when he asked Harry that obviously embarrassing question." Ginny snorted. She honestly could not believe why no one understood.

"It was awfully rude of me, but it was perfectly ok for Ron to invite Harry to dinner, even when I asked him not to, nicely even. It was perfectly decent for you and MY OWN MOTHER to insist that I would be ok and that Harry was more important than my happiness." Little Ginny was full on screaming now, and good old Hermione looked more than a little frightened at her outburst.

"I haven't done anything but love him and try to protect him and do what's best for him, and then he chucks me, at Dumbledore's funeral no less, and yet I still end up being rude, and he is still the nicest boy known to man." And with that little Ginny threw her little head onto her pillow with out another word. This time there was no mistaking why she was shaking.

Hermione on the other hand was frozen in place. Ginny had never yelled at her like that before, nor had she talked about what had happened at Dumbledore's funeral. Hermione, being the good old friend that she was, wanted to stay and console her friend, but given the way that Little Ginny had just yelled at her, Hermione did not think that that was what Ginny wanted. That's why she gingerly lifted herself of the bed, as to not disturb the distraught redhead beside her, and walked over to the door. Just as she was about to open the door, she heard a muffled comment coming from ginny.

"If its me against all of you, I'd say I'm the nicest person in this house." Ginny remarked stubbornly. It was then that Hermione realized that she didn't have any argument for little Ginny on that one. So instead of replying to Ginny's remark, she just opened the door. And walked straight into Young Mr. Potter himself, who looked about as speechless as she felt.

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hey again. sorry about the long delay. I've been so busy with school and stuff, but now im on break so hopefully I'll be able to write more.crosses fingers thanks to everybody who reviewed I really appreciate your comments, and hearing what u have to say. so anyway, i hope u like the new chapter. please review.