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WARNING: See first chapter PLEASE
Hermione broke down into great heaving sobs.
"Oh Harry! How are we ever going to make this work? There are other people now, it's not just us anymore."
"Shhh…baby, it'll be okay. Ron was just surprised, that's all. I know I would be if I were he. Not to mention that's probably not the scene you want to walk in on even if you do know about a couple."
"But he's so angry now, you know how he gets when he's angry about something."
"It's all going to work out, 'Mione, I promise. Would you feel better if I went to talk to him?"
"Could you, please, Harry? I just need to know he's okay."
"It's gonna be alright, love, I swear."
He gave her a soft kiss on the lips and used his handkerchief to wipe away her tears. He rose to leave, and as he reached the door, Ginny stepped in.
"Oh, hi, Ginny," he said.
"Hi guys! You wouldn't happen to know what stick my dear brother has shoved up his arse, would you? I think he just gave a couple of first years a month's worth of detention before we ever even left the platform."
"Oh shit…'Mione, love, you up to explaining this to her while I go find Ron before he tries to expel someone?"
"Yeah, I think I can handle Ginny here. Go…you might want to find Ron before Malfoy does or we're liable to be short a couple of prefects!"
Harry chuckled, relieved to see a smile on her face once again, and slipped out the door.
"So how was your summer, Ginny," inquired Hermione.
"Pretty good, but I don't think my summer explains why my brother is walking around ready to Avada someone, or why I feel like I've stepped into an alternate dimension. I haven't, have I?"
"Nope, no alternate dimensions, although that might be easier for you to believe. Why don't you take a seat?"
"Okay…"
"Now Ginny, you know I love you like a sister, and I would never do anything to hurt you…" began Hermione.
"But Harry and I are dating," finished Ginny. "Finally, I was beginning to think you guys would never get your acts together."
"Wait a minute, you knew," Hermione exclaimed.
"It was obvious you guys were head over heels for one another, you were just to scared to admit it to yourselves, let alone anyone else."
"So, you're not upset about this?"
"Oh, Hermione, I got over my hero worship years ago; Harry's a great guy, but dating him would be like dating Ron."
"Ewwww…" they both said simultaneously.
"Speaking of Ron, you still haven't explained why he's on a war path. He didn't take it that poorly, did he?"
"Well, we probably could have broken it to him a little more gently. Harry and I kind of forgot about where we were and things were getting a little carried away when Ron walked in."
"Carried away? Oh…OH! Yeah…that would do it. You know, it's not going to be easy for him to accept; he loves you. He has for years; he's just been too scared to admit it. Then, last year, when Harry and you started showing obvious feelings for each other, he thought maybe Harry deserved just one ray of sunshine in his life with all he had on his shoulders. He thought your love might give him the strength he needed when the final battle came."
"Oh my god, Ginny, I never knew. I just always had my nose buried in a book or something."
"He knew that. He counted on that. He couldn't bare it if you knew. He'd never speak to me again if he knew I'd told you. I thought you should know though. Just take it easy on him; he's doing his best."
"I feel horrid for letting him find out that way!"
"Don't, Hermione, give him a couple of days and he'll calm down. There's a big difference between accepting an idea and accepting an actual event."
"If you say so…"
"So, Hermione…"
"So what?"
"Is Harry as good a snog as we thought he'd be?"
Hermione took her coat and threw it at Ginny, who caught it and proceeded to hold it for ransom until such time as Hermione gave her the answers she wanted.
"I'm not going to tell you that; that's private."
"He is, isn't he?"
"Well…no. He's even better. Oh my god, Ginny, you don't even understand, he's incredible."
"Biased opinion, I'm sure."