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A/N - It's been SOOO long!! I really hate Chapter Sixteen!! There are few parts that are funny and even fewer that are not ridiculous. The only part I really like is when the real Draco appears and Ginny falls off her broom. Oh what a laugh! Silly Ginny... However, seeing how many readers I... HAD... I felt really bad about abandoning this fic. You know, I've never finished one. Shameful!!!! This is my longest one and my most popular, (well actually I think Incest and Masochism is), so I suppose I should just finish the damn thing. I hate endings.

Ginny had not spoken to Draco or Harry in a few weeks. She had burned her journal and stopped smoking. Now she was intent on doing well in all her classes. She spent most of her time reading in the library or in the Gryffindor common room, whichever one had fewer people in them. Ron had absolutely no idea what was going on between Ginny and Harry, but Ginny was relieved to see that Harry wasn't divulging. Ginny also spent her time scolding herself on being such a little brat. She was too young - she shouldn't have to deal with psychotic boys fighting over her and having near-death experiences left and right. If she just ignored them, they'd move on, and she could go back to being the quiet little sister of Ron who followed him and his friends around. Whenever she thought about the night that she had lost her composure and wept on every single person in sight, she felt embarrassed to no end. Screaming at Hermione, throwing a tantrum, weeping in Harry's arms, dumping Draco and then reclaiming him moments later... it all just wasn't who she wanted to be. Draco had screwed her up, Harry had helped, and Hermione was just trying to do what was best. And the whole time, Ginny was just having a fit like a toddler who didn't get their way. Draco had approached her a few times after the original blow-up, but when she rejected him every time, after a while he disappeared back into his crowd. Harry didn't try to talk to her at all. Hermione had said hi to her a couple of times, but obviously didn't feel comfortable having a conversation. Because what was there to talk about anymore? Although Ginny wished it, they couldn't all just pretend nothing happened. Ties were cut, salt was thrown into wounds, and now everyone was just bitter.

"Hey Ginny," Hermione said, plopping down on the couch next to her.

The common room was empty except for the two of them. "Hello," Ginny replied.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.

"Well, honestly... like a hormone-driven psychopath," Ginny answered.

Hermione giggled quietly, despite herself. "Really, Ginny," Hermione said, "we all have our moments."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Though you have to admit that they're usually not as bad as mine," she muttered.

"We can just say that... Tom multiplied your pent-up teenage frustrations by five zillion, okay?" Hermione offered. "Then it just spilt over."

"I wish that excuse would work for everyone, Hermione," Ginny said, sighing and slumping back against the couch.

"Have you tried?" Hermione asked. Ginny paused for a second.

"No," she answered.

Hermione looked unsure, but said, "Maybe you should."

Ginny fidgeted, eyeing Hermione sidelong. "How?" she asked. "I can't just waltz up to Draco and sa-"

"Actually, I was thinking more about Harry," Hermione interrupted.

Ginny's cheeks darkened. "Oh... yes, of course," she mumbled.

"Listen, Ginny, all you need to do is spring up sometime when he's alone and tell him you really want to talk... I'm sure you two will work it out once you are face to face," Hermione explained.

"But.." Ginny protested in a small voice, ".. I was so unkind."

"Then you need to make up for it," Hermione replied sternly. "There is no other way."

Ginny saw her opportunity when she was arriving back to Gryffindor Tower late one night. Harry turned to see who was coming through the portrait hole and immediately began to look uncomfortable when he saw it was Ginny. Ginny slowly walked over to where Harry was sitting on the couch. "May I sit next to you?" she asked.

He silently moved his stuff over so there was a space for Ginny to sit. She sat down, anxiety etched into her face. "Harry," she began, "I... well... can we... talk?"

He seemed to tense and didn't look at her. "What do you have to say?" he murmered.

She took a deep breath, attempting to draw courage on the conversation she and Hermione had had on this same couch only days before. "I wanted to explain my behaviour to you. I want to apologize you," she said. Seeing his blank expression, she added, "Though I expect nothing on your part."

Harry turned his head to fix his eyes on her. "Go ahead, then," he said.

Ginny wrung her hands in the stereotypical nervous fashion. "The thing with Malfoy..." she started, "I was very confused. He was manipulating me, I know. And I know you were trying to make me see it.. and so was Hermione.. but I, of course, didn't get it until I had screwed the whole situation sideways. I acted like a hormone-drunk idiot. I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry. But, on my behalf..." Ginny took another deep breath. "I don't like to talk about this, but... Tom. Tom turned a lot of my feelings upside down. When you got rid of him for me, I was very frusturated and mixed up. If you add my teenage hormones into the mix...everything just spilled over and I messed up. I'm embarrassed about how I treated you and Malfoy, crying all over everyone, screaming, swearing, and being generally self-centered. I'm sorry."

Harry didn't say anything. Ginny waited for several minutes before saying, "Harry-"

Harry shook his head. "It's okay, Ginny," he said. "I just hate all this hanging over our heads. You're my best friend's sister and almost like family. I don't want to forgive you.. I'm still so angry, but... I will. I have to forgive you."

Ginny clasped her hands together tightly. "Thanks, Harry," she whispered, barely able to speak.

Harry smiled. "Now let's both attempt to keep these hormones in check, savvy?" he said.

She laughed with both relief and joy. "Yes. Absolutely."

He got up. "Good night," he said. "See you tomorrow."

"At breakfast," she confirmed, still smiling.

He started off towards the Boys' Dorm. Just before he was out of sight, he turned to look over his shoulder. "One more thing, Ginny..." he said.

"Yes?" she asked, standing up as well. "Anything."

"No more Malfoy," he stated.

A pause. "Of course," she replied, nodding.

Harry studied her for a second longer and then continued on his way to bed. Ginny collapsed onto the couch, fat tears sliding down her face.