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'I made tea,' Harry said softly, placing his tray on the coffee table. He sat down in a large, black armchair and took a cup.

'Was I interrupting your conversation?'

'Not at all,' Hermione replied quickly with a certain smile on her face, which only Harry understood.

Ginny thanked Harry for the tea and for a moment is was quiet. Harry wondered what had happened in the living room. Hermione's complexion seemed a bit green.

'So, the living room will be red,' Ginny finally said, when she had finished her tea, 'just like Fred would have wanted.'

She placed her cup back on the tray and looked persistently at Harry.

'It will also remind you of your parents, right 'Ry? Your mother's hair was red-…'

'Wait, what?'

Hermione had interrupted Ginny. She seemed quite shocked.

'What are you going to do to Sirius' living room?'

Ginny smiled, thinking Hermione hadn't heard it.

'I'm going to paint it red. And there will be new furniture. A lot of gold, I think. Red and gold, that should do it.'

'You are going to change the interior of the Black's family home?'

Hermione's eyes seemed to pop out of her head of indignation. Her mouth had the shape of a perfect circle.

'That's right. I don't want the children to grow up in a dark, dodgy place like this!'

Now it was Harry's time to react.

'There will be no children growing up here.'

'Oh, really! Sweetheart, that's lovely! So you do want to remove to Godric's Hollow, next to your parents' house?'

Harry wanted to say that he wasn't thinking about getting children in the slightest, but Ginny didn't let him.

'It's going to be such a home to us, sweetie, you'll see! We'll make it a true Potter-Weasley home! I want little, flower printed curtains, a lot of plants, brown sofa's with fuzzy pillows and a lot of knitted rugs-…'

'Since when have you and Harry moved in together?' Hermione asked, 'I can't remember you or Harry telling me something about it.'

'Oh, that's because we haven't yet!' Ginny smiled. Harry also smiled, but in the contrary he looked more like he had just heard he was forced to snog with a dementor. Hermione ignored insistence to laugh.

'But you are selecting the paint for his godfather's living room?'

Ginny chuckled.

'Harry's taste has never been the best, right? And, well, since Fred spent so many time here, I just thought it would both lighten up the mood in here and remember my dear brother by doing it…'

'Why on earth would you paint the walls red in an remembrance to Fred? He came here on just a few occasions, it's not like he lived here, or something like that!'

Hermione knew she had said too much. Ginny's lower lip started to tremble and tears were building up in her eyes.

'How can you say something like that?' she whispered, looking devastated, 'you don't know how it's like! You have no idea! You never lost anybody! You don't have siblings! How can you possible judge me on that?'

Tears were now streaming down her face and she raised her voice.

'Why in Merlin's name are you dating Ron? He deserves someone with a heart!'

She jumped off the couch, threw back her hair in a dramatic way and she ran out of the room. A few seconds later, they heard a door slam.

'Don't!'

Harry raised his hand when Hermione had opened her mouth to teach him a lesson about girlfriends.

'I know what you think. I'm an idiot. And well, maybe I am. Yes, I am still sacrificing my life for the greater good. How can I not? I love the Weasley family with whole my heart, Hermione. Surely you understand that. They do feel like my real family, after all.'

Hermione shook her head.

'They will still accept you as a member of your family if you just refuse to marry their only daughter, Harry. And I think I just realised that I will still be welcome in their house, even if I do break up with Ron.'

Harry thought about this for a moment, but finally nodded.

'Ginny was wrong. You have the biggest heart I know.'

He pulled her close in a tight, loving embrace. He smelt her scent, he kissed her hair, he stroked her back and he realised that if he needed to choose between Ginny and Hermione, he would choose Hermione. Hermione. Her – my – own, he thought.

She – is – mine.