A/N: First, thank you to everyone that has reviewed so far. I'm very happy to get them. So much that I'm going to put up another update. I've also completed up to Chapter Nine for this fic so far. I'm pretty sure that I am going to go with the Harry x Pansy pairing. I thought the girl that played her on the movies was kind of cute. (Yes, I'm female but still). It is a pairing that I don't see often and I think they'd have the same love x hate chemistry as Draco x Hermione. There will be more Ginny and Ron bashing, sorry if you like them. I really did not care for Ron's character and Ginny was okay, I just did not like her being with Harry. Now, on with the chapter.

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Warnings: Language for now.

Chapter Three

Hermione was glad to see the plate of cheese and crackers. Her stomach was growling at being ignored. The constant stirring kept her from fixing anything for herself. "You must have heard my stomach."

"No, I heard mine and figured I'd share." Harry took a seat on a stool next to the table. Hermione was already sitting while tending to the potion. They had been taken turns for the last five days. "How much longer?"

"A few hours." She chewed on a chunk of cheese. The sooner this was done, she could get rid of all the extra anxiety. As the minutes passed, she grew more impatient to learn, what was the truth? Did she have different parents or was the explanation simple? She just wanted to laugh at realizing that her parents had used a surrogate.

"Great. A letter came for you while I was in the kitchen." Harry placed it on the table, eyeing the script. That was Ginny's handwriting, he knew it well. His girlfriend had written to him twelve times in the last six days and he was tired of the accusations. "I thought you wrote Ron back."

"I did, right after I added the Purpos weed." Hermione had sent Ron a letter saying they would stop in long enough to attend the wedding. They would not be staying any nights at the Burrow. Ron was already saying he thinks they should celebrate the wedding their own way. A romantic night together. Her idea of romance wasn't sneaking to his room so he could convince her to spread out. "He hasn't written me back in two days."

"Probably pissed. You may want to wait to read that one." Harry wondered if she'd let him burn it. Was it really such a bad thing that they were staying here by themselves? They weren't doing anything inappropriate. He would never cheat. If he decided he wanted to shag another, he'd dump Ginny then pursue the one he wanted. He was already thinking about ending things. Her latest behavior was making the decision easier.

"I don't want to read it at all. I don't need another Weasley accusing me of shagging my best friend. No offense, but you do nothing for me." There was no sexual attraction between them.

"It's alright, you're not my type either." Maybe because Hermione wasn't a challenge for him. Neither was Ginny. There was no excitement in his relationship with either. Where was the spark? "But I bet it'd feel better than sleeping with Ginny."

"Harry!" That wasn't a very flattering comparison. Hermione liked to think that she would please whomever she did end up being with. "I don't want to even think about it. That's disgusting."

"No, you want to hear something disgusting? The first time I entered Ginny, my first thought was that it felt like I was sticking my cock inside a mayonnaise jar." Harry adjusted his glasses and admitted it to another. He wasn't sure what good sex was supposed to feel like. The sex wasn't what it should be.

"Maybe you just have a small one." Hermione laughed when he shrugged. Leave it to Harry not to care either way. What did he have? It made her curious as to which was the cause. Was Harry really that small or was Ginny that worn out. Maybe a combination of both?

"Is eight inches small?" Harry asked. What did most girls like?

"How do you know the size?" Hermione wasn't sure, she had never gone about measuring others. Did size really matter? It must from what Harry was saying.

"She measured it one day. She told me that was probably about average." He didn't know. Snape didn't exactly lecture about penis size during D.A.D.A.. If that wasn't enough for Ginny, he'd find someone else that would be satisfied with what he had.

"I'm sure that is fine." They both knew he wasn't Ginny's first lover. She had slept with both Dean and Michael before Harry came into the picture. "I'm good, let's not discuss your size any longer."

"Why not? Ginny swears that all Weasley men are hung. She says Weasley men have no less than a foot." Which might be why she said he was small compared to some. Harry didn't mind, he wasn't trying to win any contests. "Sleep with Ron and let me know if I should feel inadequate."

"No," that wasn't a good enough reason to shag someone. "If you want to know, shag Percy. We both know that he's really bent and wants you. I don't care to know if Ron is equipped like the Donkey he behaves like."

"Fine, but I tried to help you out. Maybe if you gave him some, he'd get off Ginny's case, then she'd get off mine. It'd make things better for us all around." Harry took the hit to the ribs. In a way he envied Hermione for holding onto her principles and not giving in to Ron's demands. He had given into Ginny's and was miserable for it.

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Not even the moon brought her comfort on this night. Most of the time the moon would bring about a sense of peace to Luna. Not tonight. She had only stepped out for a few minutes to get some fresh air. Seeing her friend storming towards her home, she had gone to see what had brought the ginger about. Seeing the irritated expression, she should have claimed an illness. Anything to keep from listening to the other witch rant and rave about Harry.

Was it really shocking that the two would rather remain alone than to spend their time at the Burrow? Luna tolerated Ginny these days and Ron simply pissed her off. The Weasley Matriarch had never been her favorite person either. The eldest wizard was alright, he was a sweet man, if a bit dense. Then there was Percy, she could tell that he was handling some serious sexuality issues. The only ones that were tolerable were the twins. She actually liked them.

At the moment her like-meter was slowly lowering hearing Ginny accuse Harry of sleeping with Hermione. She didn't see it and she sure wouldn't buy it. The two had a sibling aura that she envied. They were just really close and there was nothing wrong with that. "Calm yourself, you are over-analyzing the situation."

"I am not! He won't answer me and my parents refuse to let me go over there. I just know she is going to try to steal him." Ginny didn't buy the innocent friendship. Hermione was a smart witch, she would see exactly what they all saw. Harry was an awesome catch and Hermione was an overachiever. There was no way that witch would be satisfied with her brother. Unlike most of her other brothers, Ron had taken after her mother's side and had been blessed with a baby penis. It was no wonder Hermione was holding out on him. And most likely trying to give it to her boyfriend.

Luna didn't want to hear it. Like Ginny had any right to complain. "Aren't you still seeing Dean?"

"No, I'm not with Dean. There is a difference, Luna. Every once in a while we will hook up to have some fun but we aren't together. He knows I'm not going to leave Harry for him." She wasn't about to let Harry Potter slip from her fingers.

"Then why stay with Harry? You are getting angry because he is spending time with Hermione but you are still shagging your ex. It's a bit hypocritical, Ginny." Luna used the same tone, mocking the annoyance. Just because she wasn't a slut didn't mean she was a moron. She was the same age as Ginny, a lot smarter too.

"Luna, you wouldn't understand since you aren't interested in the opposite sex. Harry is marriage material, while Dean has certain attributes that I like." She wouldn't marry someone simple like Dean. Not when she could have Harry Potter. She'd be an idiot.

"You mean he has a bigger cock." Luna knew the appeal. She had accidently walked in on the two in the girl's loo. Ginny had been gagging while trying to swallow the huge member. Luna was sure that the wizard's equipment had been more than a foot and thicker than her wrist.

"Exactly." Ginny couldn't help it if Harry didn't do anything for her. The Golden Boy knew nothing about pleasing a woman. Dean knew how to touch her, stroke her and please her. She wanted to be cherished while being shagged. Harry acted like the sex should be all about him just because he was himself. Harry wouldn't know the first thing about giving her an orgasm. Any idiot knows that it takes longer for the female to get off, so she should come first. Harry acted like being together was enough to make her enjoy it. If he had his way, she'd never get off.

"He is going to find out. Don't you care that he'll be hurt that you're cheating on him?" Luna wondered if Ginny cared about anyone besides herself. Harry was being faithful, was it so hard for Ginny to be? And she let the previous comment go. Ginny had no idea how she felt.

"Right, how is he going to find out? The only way he'd believe it is if he were to walk in on us and I'm too careful for that. Hermione could tell him that I'm fucking Dean and he wouldn't believe it. Harry loves me and our only problem is that he is so damn concerned about this stupid war. One would think that the threat of dying would make him appreciate what he has but it doesn't. I've already hinted around that I am perfectly happy with getting married before time. I'm sure he is wanting to but that Hermione is probably over there convincing him that he is too young and it is irresponsible."

Or maybe Harry just didn't want to marry her. Luna was positive that was the case. The world didn't revolve around Ginny Weasley. She tuned out the many wrongs Granger was committing against Ginny and Ronald. Her mind went to the one ginger that she actually liked. More than liked, she adored him. It was a shame she hadn't seen him in over a year. He would most likely be at the wedding. They had been invited to it. The other day she had ran into Angie while out shopping. The witch had been kind enough to tell her a few things.

Fred had begun dating Angie seriously four months ago and the relationship was solid. Luna had always liked the Gryffindor. The two made a cute couple. If only she could figure out how to get the other twin to look at her. It wouldn't happen. The few times she had asked Ginny about George, she had been told to forget about it. Ginny had described the kind of girls the twin liked. Even Ron had backed up the comment. The more serious twin liked his girls to be beautiful. According to the youngest Weasleys, she was far from what he liked.

According to Ronald Weasley, her issues were as follows: She didn't have any breasts. She was too short. Her hair was really kind of matted. Her ass barely had enough to sit on. To top it all off, she was nutters.

According to Ginny, the expert on men, the reason George would NEVER look at her were as follows: She bit her nails. She had to show her immaturity by skipping. She had a plain face and could seriously invest in some makeup. She was boring and could not hope to hold any man's attention until she grew up. She wasn't girly enough, simple and sad.

The comment of her not liking the opposite sex, Ginny had known why she had asked about him. Just because Ginny didn't think she fit into the category of available and wanted females, didn't mean she was a lesbian. If she couldn't get someone with her personality, she wouldn't get them by being a slut. That was Ginny's way. If only the ginger knew what kind of things people said behind her back. Most of it was true.

It did sting having her many and unchangeable flaws pointed out. She wouldn't change who she was and she couldn't change the way she looked. Her dad thought she was beautiful. So George Weasley would never want her, she could live with that. Life went on and if someone couldn't see her good qualities as well, she didn't want him anyways.

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"Dammit, Fred!" George hissed as the liquid landed on his fingers. He quickly wiped it off with a wet cloth. The dolt hadn't bothered to turn at being yelled at. The two were still attached by the face. Couldn't they take it elsewhere? He had inventory to go through.

Seeing the two break apart and start moving towards the direction of their rooms had him sighing. He squashed down the jealousy. It was wrong to be jealous. It made him feel like the jealousy might accidently be confused with the reason for envy. He didn't like Angie, far from it. She was nothing like he wanted. Just because his twin was all into the prissy, girly witch, it wasn't for him.

He adored Angie, she was a great witch and a sweet person. He just wasn't into all the dressing up, the going out and the prancing. Fred had always been the more outgoing and flirtatious one. He was happier with staying home and reading a good book. He'd rather read a book with his girlfriend than taking her dancing. Which was why he was single and spent all of his nights in a lonely bed.

Fuck being with someone just to say he had someone. He wanted love, he wanted something special. Something like what Fred had, just different. Most people didn't seem to realize that they weren't the same person. Even his family seemed to think he had the same tastes in females. His mother was constantly commenting on other witches that she thought he might be interested in. He didn't want a girl like Angie.

Since they had started up their shop, he had kept to himself. Hell, when it came to looks, he and Fred had different tastes. Fred often spoke about how he loved the contrast between himself and Angie. Angie had the perfect body; boobs, ass and round hips. She was also the type of female to wear clothing to show it off.

George wiped up the spilled Stinging Syrup and thought about his last argument with their little sister. She had jumped all over his shite over a simple little question. They had gone home for Sunday dinner last month. After the constant bitching from the Mouth, he had stepped outside for some fresh air. He had noticed the petite blonde girl walking in the distance. Most likely Luna had been out on a walk. He knew she was prone to them. He enjoyed the same thing.

He was a male, he had noticed during their time in Dumbledore's Army that she was turning into a cute girl. She had a beautiful face, pale skin and huge eyes. If she hadn't been fourteen, he would have asked her out then. Now at sixteen, having a boyfriend wasn't such a huge issue. He didn't care if she wasn't carrying around huge breasts or was small. She was still a very attractive witch and he liked what he saw. He also adored her personality, she was different. There was no coyness when it came to Luna. She said what she meant and didn't try to play games.

Obviously, his lusting after Ginny's best friend was a huge problem. His sister flipped shite when he had asked if she were single. Ginny went on a tirade that Luna was too young for him and wasn't at all interested in boys. She was sure Luna had a thing for her. Right, he didn't buy it. Even if Luna were into other girls, he liked to think she'd have better tastes. He really didn't see what Harry saw in her. Ginny was just a younger, skinnier version of their mother, it was gross.

He smirked thinking of the reaction when Ginny had mentioned it to Ronald. Like it was any business of theirs who he liked. Ron had asked if he were blind, Luna was homely and nutters. He had almost struck his youngest brother when he said Luna was probably a dyke as well since she looked like a boy. In no way did the blonde resemble a male. She was just petite. It wasn't like Ginny or Hermione had overflowing busts.

Sadly, he had no reason to believe that Luna would be interested in him. The many times they had spoken, it was always polite conversation about Quidditch or schoolwork. She had still been young at the time. Did she have a boyfriend? It pissed him off that Ginny had never actually answered his original question. Thought by giving her opinion was telling him what he wanted to know. Maybe there was another way of finding out.

He turned his head hearing the floo coming to life. He almost expected to see his mother coming through. Instead a face began to form, shocking him. Why would she be flooing him? Ron wasn't here and neither way Harry. "Mione?"

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