Harry barely had time to enjoy his victory, as Hermione came barging through. "We have to go!" She cried. "We have only five minutes!"

"All right!" Harry bellowed. "Just let me get a portkey."

"No! Just apparate to your house."

Harry groaned. He hated the feeling of apparating, but he knew Hermione didn't want to be late for the rehearsal dinner, which was taking place in two weeks, so he closed his eyes and felt the sensation of his insides being pushed inwards, and the returning to normal. They were at his house.

"And tell me again," Ron said. "Why the heck we going two weeks 'fore we need to?"

Hermione turned on him. "I will not be late, Ronald Billius Weasley! I don't care if we must go three weeks earlier, but I must be the first one there!" She ran to Harry's room.

"Women," Harry muttered.

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They managed to gather their stuff and meet in the living room exactly five minutes later. Harry put the locket in his pocket (A/N: …I'm not even going to touch that…) and grabbed a crumpled piece of paper. "I am not going to apparate again," he answered. They grabbed the ball after he said the spell, and were instantly transported to a meadow.

"Now do we gotta rush?" Ron complained. "Cause I swear, I'm about to shove my wand up somebody's a-'' (A/N:… Ooh, Bad choice of words. I swear, I really didn't mean it.)

"Ron!" Hermione chastised. "No, I suppose we can walk now." They slowly made their way up the hill leading to the Burrow. As soon as they passed the fence however, a girl about ten years old stood at the doorway and called inside, "They're here!" The small girl had silverish hair, and looked as if she was the clone of the woman who came out next.

This woman… the only way to describe her would be incredibly beautiful, although many women might not think so. She was twenty years old, with remarkable silver hair. Ron stood there drooling, until Harry nudged him and said, "Remember, this is your sister-in-law." Ron's mouth immediately snapped shut, as Hermione laughed at his horrified expression.

"'Arry!" The beautiful woman ran to him and engulfed him in a hug that would make Molly Weasley proud.

"H-hey, Fleur," Harry managed to sputter out through Fleur's clothes.

"Careful, Harry," a man said, coming gout of the Burrow. He, like all the Weasley's had striking red hair. He was tall, and scars, both deep and long, ran across his face, but he was not by any means unhandsome. "I wouldn't want you to steal away my fiancée."

"I wish," Fleur laughed and dodged as Bill leant in for a kiss. "But I believe 'e already belongs to Gabrielle." She moved on to crush Hermione as the younger sister of Fleur blushed.

Ron went up to Gabrielle. He figured if this was his sister, he would have to get to know her and her him. He knelt in front of her and held out a fist. "What up, pimpin'?"

Gabrielle looked confused, until Ron grabbed her hand and made her hit his own fist.

After seeing his brother, who then went inside with Hermione and Gabrielle, Bill walked to Harry and walked with him and Fleur. "So, Harry," his voice was much more serious. "How are things?"

"It's all right," Harry managed to say with a tone that meant, 'If anyone else tries to secretly ask me about Dumbledore, I will take a page out of Ron's book and go gangsta on their butt."

Bill got the message and left him alone on that topic. Fleur looked at Harry and stood in front of him, stopping Harry as Bill went inside. "Um, Fleur?" Harry asked, not knowing what this was about.

Fleur looked at him. "Before you go in, 'Arry, I zink you should know about Ginny."

Harry was instantly on the alert. "What happened? Is she all right?"

Fleur sighed. "Yes, zhe is, but I'm afraid you might not be. Zee, it all started right after zchool ended and . . ., Vell, I suppose you should see for yourzelf."

She stepped aside, letting Harry in. The first thing he saw was Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie in front of him.

"Hey brah," Ron said anxiously. "Let's go up."

"Yes, lets." Hermione agreed fervently.

The rest of the Weasleys nodded and tried to get Harry upstairs, but Fleur stepped in. "I am sorry, but 'Arry must see zis." She moved them out of the way, and let Harry see what they were trying to hide.

There, on the sofa, was Ginny on top of a boy, snogging. The sight disgusted Harry, since it was one of his worst enemies. Draco Malfoy. Harry felt a horrible sensation in his stomach. Not like vomit, but rather …rage. He managed to control himself before spinning around and walking up the stairs.

He felt his ears getting red. He had broken up with Ginny, but he expected at least some respect of their relationship together. Had Harry not just broken up with Ginny to protect her? How could she end up with Malfoy the bloody day they broke up?! Harry fumed as Fleur, Hermione, and Ron came up.

"I'm sorry, bro-''

"How long?" Harry cut off Ron.

"What?"

"How long has this been going on?" He though he already knew the answer, but Hermione's reply hit him hard.

"Since last year."

"What?" Harry gasped.

Fleur looked heartbroken. "I'm sorry, 'Arry."

"For what? You know," he fell onto the bed. "I don't blame them." His sounded defeated. "I told her to see other people, but to actually think she was cheating on me? That's messed up."

"Well," Hermione said as Fleur left the room, knowing this should be between friends. "At least we can't blame Draco."

"Draco?"

"Yeah. He had taken up Dumbledore's offer and has been living with the Weasley's ever since. I found out just before you came in. So since he's good, we have to call him by his first name. Any way, he didn't know you two were going out."

"How'd you know how long it was?"

"Well," Hermione said, this time pleased with herself. "I 'accidentally' read her diary."

"Nah, G." Ron put in. "I swear this ain't right."

"Yeah," Harry replied, but what can we do? You know, I say we just leave her alone."

Silence. "You know, they really love each other," Hermione put in. "I can tell."

"Honestly, Hermione, I don't really care. I mean I wouldn't have minded if she had said no to a relationship with me, but, I can't deal with this."

"Yeah, I heard they broke up, and she used this to get back at him since she knew you liked her, but Draco never found out about it, and they got back together."

"Thanks Hermione," Ron drawled. "For that piece of information that made Harry feel worse."

"Can we get off this, please?" Harry asked. "Where're your parents, Ron."

"Dunno," he replied, scratching his head. "I think they be at the Ministry."

Harry sighed "I wish we could go somewhere."

"Hey, Harry," Ron asked. "I'm sorry, but me and Hermione gotta go."

"Where?"

"Can't tell you. Sorry." Surprisingly, Hermione dragged Ron out.

Harry was left alone as everyone he knew was kissing someone else. And all that was racing through his mind was: Will I ever find love?

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Alright, question time.

1: All right, I need you guys to send me some questions that have been left unanswered by J.K. Rowling, so I can tie them up here.

2. Should I make this an H/Hr fic? I really want to so please say yes.