~Hermione POV~
After a couple of days Ginny was back on her feet being Ginny. Thanksgiving was coming up and we were all invited to the Burrow for thanksgiving dinner. Ginny was practically counting the days till she could eat Molly's food. If I learned one thing from weasley's it'sthat they love their mothers cooking more than life itself.
" 'Mione what are you wearing to the dinner. The Minister is coming to inform us on whatever is going on." Harry said looking at me all the while.
I took a bite out of my toast, "Oh, I was going shopping for gowns with Ginny tomorrow, but I found a lovely red dress that I'm going to resize. It's to lovely to get rid of", I smiled.
Ginny walked over to the tale with her breakfast and joined the conversation, "It is a lovely dress 'Mione, I think it suits you very well."
Harry laughed, "I'll never understand women and their clothes," he looked at his watched and leaned over kissing Ginny on the check, "I got to run and finish some paper work at the office. See you guys later. Love you Gin."
With that green flames erupted from the fire place in the living room. I returned to the paper while Ginny ate in silence. I couldn't help but look at her at times, I would catch my eyes drifting to her constantly, and then readjust.
" 'Mione?"
I looked up from the paper at a frowning Ginny. Her blue eyes slightly shimmering, "Yes Gin?" I set down the paper focusing on her.
"Do you ever feel like someone that everyone said your meant to be with, wasn't just meant to be?"
I looked at her barely able to breathe, " Yes I have. Ron and I were supposedly meant to be, but look how that turned out."
She nodded, " Yeah I don't know why, but it popped in my head. Thanks 'Mione."
Before I could ask she got up and left me alone in the dinning room with my thoughts. I wondered what that was about.