A/N: The return of the angst :) Thanks for reading, review if you liked it.

(I'm on a twelve hour E.R. shift tomorrow, there's a possibility I won't be able to update, but I'll try to pre-write today)

Chapter 11

His voice had never sounded so cold. She knew he hadn't had the easiest life, and he kept most of his emotions bottled up, but this time, he was hiding nothing. The disgust and distrust were clear in his demeanor, his speech, everything. She had lost his respect, maybe forever.

"I have told you once, this will be the last time before I take another course of action," he said, not even looking at her, "Leave. My. Office."

"But Harry," she tried to reason with him, "it was never my intention..."

"Not you intention to what, Mrs Weasley?" He was yelling at her now, and after getting him to call her Molly, hearing 'Mrs Weasley' again cut her to the core. "You tried to destroy my life, make my fiancée think I was deceiving her, all over some misguided notion that you know what's best for everybody! I trusted you, loved you like family. How could you do this to me, to Hermione, who loved you just as much, to your own daughter?"

"I didn't, you just, I mean, Ginny..." she was stuttering, crying, feeling ashamed of herself, yet her pride forced her to try and explain herself.

"Nothing justifies this, Molly, nothing." His voice had softened, and he just looked tired and disappointed now. "Ginny loves Luna, it's a beautiful life they are trying to start together, and you should be a part of that, if you can get over yourself. You hurt us all so much, tried to make us believe a lie, using potions on us? I won't press charges, but you need to leave our house and our life. Maybe one day I'll forgive you, but you should seek forgiveness with your daughter first."

Molly turned away, silent tears streaming down her face. A soft 'pop' and she was gone.

Harry laid his head on his crossed arms on top of his desk, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. The headache that had been on the edge of his conscience all day was making itself known now, with a vengeance. A knocking made Harry lift his head from its resting place. The door to his office opened, Hermione peeking from behind it before entering the room.

"I'm glad she's gone" she said, walking towards him and seating on the desk right in front of him.

His arms went around her waist as he put his face on her lap, seeking comfort. They stayed in silence for a while, Hermione running her fingers through his hair, until Harry's muffled voice broke through the quiet.

"Mione, how do we get past this, can we forgive her?"

"I don't know, Harry, I don't know."

A/N2: Updated chapters to add heading and the disclaimer I had forgotten. No changes made to the content.