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After calming Ginny down enough, and due to Molly's advisory, Ginny wrote Draco to invite him over for dinner, at five. So, as we sat down at lunch, we got everything out as we possibly could.

"Ginny its not that bad," Harry told her. We all looked at him in shock. "I mean, ok, so maybe its bad, but he's not bad. His father's the bad guy, but his mum saved my life and he went against that bloke they called master when it came to Dumbledore."

"That is true," I heard Ginny agree, sniffling.

"Come on, Gin," I heard Harry encourage her. "Just like two kids for you and you don't even have to touch him again."

Ginny laughed at that.

"Hey, 'Mione, how are you and George doing?" Ron asked.

I glared at George, in which he looked at me innocently, before looking at Ron. "Oh, we're just peachy. He proposed and everything."

"Yeah, and she confides me in all of her secrets," George smiled brilliantly.

"Secrets?" Ron asked. "What secrets?"

I threw George a glare, telling him with my eyes that be better not say a word.

"Did you know, she had a sister?"

My eyes widened and I stood up abruptly. "I hate you, George," I spat at vehemently as possible. I ran from the room and slammed his bedroom door.

"What was that about?" I heard Ron ask.

"Oh, she gets so emotional nowadays," George laughed. "Nothing to worry about."

"George, there was a reason she didn't tell us," Molly scolded. "Now why wouldn't she tell us?"

I could hear them through the floorboards. I shut my eyes to keep the tears from coming.

"She obliviated her parents memories," George said so softly I barely heard him. "She sent them to Australia, but they died, as did her sister, by Death Eaters."

I winced and walked to my trunk, pulling out a little teddy bear. It was about the size of my hands, it had been mine when I was little, but I gave it to my sister when she was born. When I went to search for my parents remains, it was all that I had found, left perfectly fine in their charred home.

"Oh, that poor dear," Molly gasped. "George!"

"She can't keep it in forever," George defended. "It's better to have it out and I believe just telling instead of waiting for her to say it would be better."

"Perhaps you're right, but did she tell you this herself."

The biggest mistake I made, besides keeping my parents ID's the same. "Yeah, she did," George said sadly.

"And she didn't tell Harry or I!" Ron shouted.

"Maybe because you'd show her unwanted sympathy?" George suggested sarcastically. "Because that sounds like something you would do."

"I agree with George," Ginny said. "Yes, it hurts that she didn't tell us, but there's a reason why she didn't. And we should respect that. Let's just forget that George said anything until Hermione decides to tell us."

"Agreed," I heard people say. I shook my head. They can pretend all they want, but they'll never hear it from me. I have no reason to tell them.

The door opened slowly and I sat up from my corner on the floor. My books were strewn about in a comforting way.

"Hey," the intruder said. I guess I couldn't really think of him as an intruder since this was his room.

"Hi," I said quietly.

I wiped my eyes and looked away from him as he approached.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," George sighed, sitting next to me.

"You're right, you shouldn't have," I sniffled. His arm went around my shoulder, almost as if he wasn't expecting to do that.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"It'll be fine," I murmured. "We have to get along anyways, so I might as well just let this go."

He play pouted, "So, I can get away with a lot of things then."

"George Fabian Weasley, you're not marrying me if you cheat on me!" I cried.

"Hey, I never said I'd cheat on you!" he defended. I can just get away with a lot of jokes."

"As long as they don't involve me," I told him, softly, hugging the bear to my chest, "Then I don't care."

He smiled at me for a moment and then noticed that I was looking at the bear, which was resting between my stomach and knees.

"Is that yours?"

"It was mine when I was little, but I gave it to my sister," I smiled softly. My finger traced a burnt patch of fur on its arm. "It was the only thing I have left of her."

"Where was it when you found it?"

"How did you know I found it?"

"I can tell by the way you look at it," George replied. "I know that look. You find something you thought was gone for good and you cherish it."

"It found it in my parents burnt down home in Australia," I murmured. I didn't think he heard me. "It was the only thing that wasn't ash."

"You went to your home?"

I sniffled, rubbing my hand over my eyes, "No, I went to theirs in Australia. . . I-I had to find them, believe it was true. And as soon as I found their home, I knew it was."

"You have to tell our family," he said quietly.

"Our family," I whispered. I looked up at him. "You called it our family."

"It is our family. You're my bride-to-be and they're my family, which makes it ours."

I was quiet after that. I would never admit it, of course, but 'our family' sounded really nice.

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