A/N: Hello! It's been a while, I know. So sorry about that. I don't have a good enough reason, to be honest, except for the fact that school's taken only a bit of my time. XD But yeah, here's another chapter!

Ginny raised her mug of hot chocolate up to her mouth and took a sip. The sun was starting to set, causing brilliant streaks of orange light on the sky. It was peacefully quiet, something that she hadn't experienced for quite a while. She leaned further back to the wooden chair she was sitting on. She closed her eyes, soaking in the silence as she was half sure that it was going to end very soon. After all, moments like this never didn't last long. Which was a shame. She let out a sigh.

Things would have been a lot more relaxing if she wasn't constantly worrying about two of her brothers, Ron and George. Ron was out. Merlin knew where he was. All Ginny knew and had to know was that he was out to seek for Hermione. Ginny rolled her eyes. As much as she wanted the two to get back together, she honestly believed that what Ron did was a foolish thing. George, on the other hand, was in the Burrow. It was one of those moments again where his negativity would take control of his mind and body. Nobody but their mother could calm him down. Why- you ask- did George have to move out of the house if the person he needed was their mum? It was because George couldn't stand being in the Burrow most of the time. He used to tell them, 'there are just too many memories of- of... him... in this house. I can't- I can't...' he didn't get to finish his sentence- he broke down in front of them. Ginny sighed.

The battle was long over but the wounds were still open. They had won yet they bore more cuts than those who had lost. Ginny had always wondered whether those cuts would even heal or just leave obvious scars as they fade away.

A distant pop sliced through the silence. Ginny let out a sigh. Of course. She hesitantly opened her eyes, scanning the grassy ground for something that did not fit. And there it was. A mop of ginger hair, several feet away from her. Ginny gave another exasperated sigh and placed her mug down.

The ginger fell down on his knees dramatically. Ginny rolled her eyes. "Wa- Water..." Ron croaked, his red eyebrows meeting together with a crease on his forehead.

Ginny reached for her wand beside her mug with a mischievous smile on her face "Aguamenti." Water bursted out of the tip of her wand and onto Ron's face. Ginny laughed as Ron tumbled over. In desperation, the young man stood back up on his knees and opened his mouth, filling it with water and gulping it down. "Where have you been?" Ginny demanded as the water died down, putting her wand back to where it was before.

Ron wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt- finding that it was wet as well and scowled at it. "Desert." He replied grumpily as he took long strides towards their home.

Ginny followed the ginger with her curious eyes. "Desert?" She repeated with a small laugh leaking through her voice. "What were you doing in a desert?"

Ron groaned as he stomped past his sister. "Kreacher."

Ginny turned around to stare at her brother's back. "Will you stop supplying me with a one-word answer as if it explained everything?"

Ron stopped in his tracks. He turned slowly to face his sister; Ginny remained unfazed by the look of murder on her brother's face. "Iwent to Hermione's." He shouted. "Kreacher appeared and Hermione sent the bloody elf to send me away. And Kreacher took me to a bloody desert!" His voice raised by the end of his sentence that he practically screamed. "There!" He snapped. "Are you happy now?" He turned on his heel and stormed off into the house, mumbling something about stupid siblings.

Ginny stared at the closed front door of their house for a few seconds after his brother entered it. She just shrugged and turned to enjoy her day. Whatever happened, Ginny believed that her brother deserved it.

Ron slammed the door to his bedroom behind him and paced around. Ugh. He messed up. He messed up so bad. He grabbed a pillow and threw it against the door. He let out a growl of frustration. Hermione. He needed Hermione. He turned to the wall beside him and threw a punch. He ruined it. He ruined everything. He kicked the beige wall, sending a jolt of pain to his toes with a yelp. He threw himself to his bed and cradled his foot.

A drop of water fell on the side of his foot. Had he been crying. He brought his left hand up to his cheeks and found it wet with tears. He let out a groan, not caring that his sister could probably hear him. She wouldn't care anyway.

He was so bloody stupid for getting tangled into such a mess like this. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. And that was why he needed Hermione. To balance everything up. He was stupid and Hermione was brilliant. They were the perfect couple! And what did he do? He messed everything up by getting involved with other females out there, desperate for gold and fame.

Ron took his wet shirt off and threw it against the door, landing on the pillow he threw- as well- just a few moments ago. People hated him. They hated him for cheating on Hermione. Hermione hated him. Harry hated him. Mum, Dad, Ginny, George- everyone! And they all believed that he deserved every single humiliation that was happening to him now.

His and Hermione's relationship affected their relationship with everyone. And Ron didn't understand why. Why did they care so much? Why did they make their relationship their business? It wasn't! It was Hermione's and his. And maybe of all the women involved as well. Oh, this was such a controversy. The press wouldn't leave them alone. "It's Skeeter's lucky day." He mumbled bitterly.

A/N: It isn't much but I still hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review so I know what you think so far!

I hope I update soon.