A/N: Enjoy! ...or maybe not...

Ginny stare at the still form of her father through the thick glass. She stood silent and still outside his room at St. Mungo's.

He was going to be fine.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Ginny reviewed everything the Healer had told her family. Arthur Weasley had been leaving work when he had past by a local wizard pub, and saw two angry wizards stumble out, drunk and scowling, and throwing curses at one another. He had tried to intervene only to be struck himself by a wayward spell. He had been sent flying into a wall, cracking three ribs and knocking his head hard. Both wizards had taken off and he was found by another wizard passing by approximately twenty minutes after being hit.

When the Weasley family had come rushing through their doors in a panic, St Mungo's had already had Arthur in their care and were treating him. After waiting two hours in the dreary sitting room, the Healer approached them, telling them Mr. Weasley was going to be fine, but he would need to be held for two days to insure the ribs healed nicely and there were no side-effects. He also told them that he could take visitors, but only one at a time so he didn't become too overwhelmed. Mrs. Weasley had left to go first, and Ginny had followed. She wanted just a moment to be alone and think.

Ginny watched her mother enter the room, taking the seat next to her husband, gently holding his hand and crying softly in latent fear and relief. And Ginny watched as her fathers' hand grasped his wife's, and as her parents eyes met, the blatant adoration they held for each other had her heart clenching, and she quickly turned and walked away. She had felt like an intruder just for seeing that simple glance between them. Of course, she had seen her parents show their love for one another all her life, but right then, it had seemed so much more personal.

She sighed. That's all she'd wanted in a relationship, was it really so much to ask? So what if the Weasley's were considered lower class, so what if they lacked a family fortune? If Ginny never had any of that but received half of the love her parents had in her own life, she would be content.

She had reached the sitting room and was about to return to her seat, when she paused while looking at Harry and Ron talking quietly in a corner. What if she did forgive him, what if she did give him another chance? What if she did take her mothers advice for a chance at happiness…

Draco's face flashed before her eyes before she could stop it, but she quickly pushed it away. Whatever it was that was between wasn't real, he didn't even care for her in the way she had begun to care for him. But Harry… Maybe Harry did, or maybe Harry could.

She took a deep breath and made her decision. Crossing the room in slow deliberate steps, she stopped just before them. As they both turned to look at her, she took one more step towards Harry and put her arms around his waist.

"Okay, Harry," she breathed as she felt his arms come around her, "let's try again."

(A/N: Oh NOOOOOO! !AHEM! continuing on…)

The rest of the Winter Holidays seemed to fly right by. Mr. Weasley came home two days later, good as new, and the rest of the break past uneventfully. Before Ginny knew it, she was boarding the train that would take her back to Hogwarts, hand in hand with Harry.

Life at Hogwarts seemed to fall back in place almost too easily. Gryffindor was more then happy to welcome her back with open arms, forgetting her relationship with a Slytherin, and Ginny was almost expecting it when Emma approached her looking remorseful.

"Gin, can we talk?"

They walked outside the common room for a little privacy, and before the portrait had even swung close Emma was apologizing.

"I'm so sorry!" Her friend burst out.

"Emma…" Ginny sighed.

"No, really, Ginny! I'm your best friend; I'm supposed to be there for you no matter who you're dating, even if it's Mal-Draco." She had to force that out, and Ginny took pity on her. "I was just so confused, I felt like I didn't know you anymore, and I was worried you were going to get hurt! But I swear, from now on, I'm on your side no matter what!" Then she smiled bashfully. "Forgive me?"

"Of course, Em. You're still my best friend." They shared a smile. "And you don't have to worry about anything else happening with Malfoy. That whole thing is over with." Emma must have caught the bitter edge to her words, because she reached over and grasped her hand.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Letting out a humorless laugh, Ginny shook her head. "No. But maybe some other time."

"Do you think he knows you're back with Harry?" Emma bit her lip, and Ginny mirrored her.

"I don't see how he could know, and I sure don't look forward to him finding out."

"He's going to find out soon, you know."

"I know…"

(A/N: Duh duh dunn!)

Turns out he found out the next morning along with everyone else at breakfast in the Great Hall. It was pretty obvious when Harry sat practically on top of her, threw his arm around her neck, and kissed her cheek. Ginny blushed, but it was more out of embarrassment then feeling flattered.

As soon as Harry was engaged in a conversation with Ron and Hermione, Emma leaned towards her whispering "Draco Malfoy is staring at you."

Ginny gulped and looked up. 'Staring' was a bit of an understatement. 'Glaring a hole in her head' would probably be more appropriate. And he was, glaring at her with so much intensity she couldn't look away. She could tell even from here that his eyes were scorching with resentment, longing, and contempt. She felt her hands beginning to shake just from holding his gaze.

Emma discreetly nudged her, jarring her, and snapping her attention back to her table, and back to her boyfriend who was looking at her expectantly.

"Sorry. What?"

"I asked if you were ready to go." Harry, luckily, didn't seem to notice just where her gaze had been fixed one moment before.

"Sure, let's go."

The next day as Ginny and Emma walked out of their Potions class, Ginny heard a person clapping from behind her. And then a sarcastic voice "Well done Weasley, it seems I underestimated you." Lavender Brown stood with her hands haughtily placed on her hips. "I wonder how long it'll last before he comes back to me. Two weeks?"

Emma pulled on her sleeve. "C'mon Gin, just ignore her."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll start shagging Slytherin's to make him want me. You know, I did hear that Draco Malfoy is now available." Ginny stopped in her tracks, her back ramrod straight, before whirling towards her 7th year housemate.

"Yes, too bad Draco wouldn't stoop that low. But I did hear that Goyle is available, Lavender, and he seems to be you're best bet." Lavender growled, actually growled, at her.

"Funny, I was good enough for your boyfriend to shag me while dating you!"

Ginny ground her teeth at the memory. "But not good enough to date until I broke it off with him!" Ginny spat. "You and Pansy should get together to compare notes, because nothing screams 'school slut' louder then that!"

"You. Little. WHORE!"

"What in Merlin's name is going ON out here!?" Snape stood at the door shooting daggers at the two girls who dared to yell outside his classroom. "Weasley. Brown. Detention." He barked out.

"But Professor-!"

"Tonight!"

A/N: And I didn't even wait 6 months to put this one up! I'm giving myself a pat on the back for this one! Now review and make me happy! Then you can give yourself a pat on the back, and we can all move on with our lives! Heh. 