Hermione was sitting in the TV room braiding Rose's hair back as a cheesy reality show played. Hermione was paying little attention to it. Between the intricate weaving her fingers were attempting to complete and thoughts of her work swirling around in her mind, Hermione didn't bother with mediocre acting.

Ron sat down on the couch having just finished putting Hugo to bed. He put his hand on Hermione's knee and gave her a kiss. He looked down at Rose who was enthralled by the television show.

Some sort of love confession between two teenagers was playing. Ron watched the scene with his eyebrows quirked and his mouth set in a twisted line.

"That's not what falling in love is like," He said, then seizing the remote Ron changed to channel to the news.

"Then what is it like?" Rose asked.

"You don't need to worry about falling in love, my sweet," Hermione said tying off the first braid. "You won't have to think about love for a long time."

"How did you know that you loved Daddy?" Rose questioned. "When did you know?"

Hermione gave a small chuckle. "Rosie, it's late. Why don't we save that story for another day."

"No," Ron protested leaning forwards, his chin was in his palm and his elbow was being supported by his knee. "Tell her. I want to hear."

Hermione gave a sigh of defeat. "Let me think. Deep down I think I fell in love with Daddy when we were in our fourth year."

Ron made a sour face, recalling how badly he had mucked up his relationship with Hermione when they were fourteen.

"But I don't think I realized how much I loved him until we were sixteen, no, wait, I was seventeen. But around that time your father got a girlfriend."

"Was it you?" Rose asked.

"No," Hermione shook her head. "It wasn't me. Her name was Lavender Brown. I don't remember how long they were together but I wasn't happy in the slightest. Looking back now I realize I was jealous. She had Ron and I didn't."

"I don't like her," Rose stated firmly. "She sounds like a terrible person."

"Shh, Rosie," Hermione said softly laying a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "You mustn't speak ill of the dead."

Rose's eyes grew wide. "She's dead?"

Ron and Hermione nodded. "Yes, she died."

"You didn't kill her, mummy? Did you?" Rose asked in a whispered tone. "Because even if you did I won't tell."

Hermione couldn't help but snort. "No, Rosie my dear, she died in the war."

"Oh," Rose said in understanding. "Is that why Daddy started dating you? Because she died?"

"No no no," Ron said quickly. "We stopped dating long before the battle. Almost a whole year before she died."

Hermione leaned so her lips were close to Ron's ear. "Although at the time I don't know how much I would have minded if she died."

Hermione remembered the months in which Lavender and Ron dated all too vividly. When she and Ron weren't speaking. She couldn't even look at him without tears threatening to spill over. Those months when Hermione would take refuge in the library with Harry and try to ignore the anguish in her heart.

Hermione's P.O.V.

Books have always been my refuge. But pages of knowledge and entrainment can't save me from my thoughts.

She is snogging Ron. All-day long, in front of everyone. Yet, that Lavender bitch has the audacity to sleep in the same room as me!

My thoughts are spirling out of control. I seize my ink well and hurl it at the wall. It helps, for a bit.

Ron is my friend, he was my friend before he was ever Lavender's 'Won Won'. Gag me. I know being this jealous isn't healthy or attractive. This is the exact opposite of what I need to do to get Ron back. But here I am. Sulking in the library, or behind books in the common room. Heading to bed early so I don't have to watch her eat his face.

I miss him.

The door to the dorm open and in walks Parvati. I quickly try to hide the wetness beneath my eyes. "Be careful, there's ink on the floor," I mutter.

"Oh," Parvati stops short. "I just came to tell you that Harry's asking for you. He can't exactly come up the stairs."

"Yeah," I mutter hastily shoving my things into my bag. "Thanks."

Parvati turns on her heel and walks out. I don't bother to clean up the ink as I follow behind her. Harry is leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets. He shoots Parvarti a smile be falling in step with me.

"Did you need something?" I ask.

"Just walk with me," Harry replies. He thinks I don't notice as he shifts trying to angle his body so I don't see Ron and Lavender sucking face. I do anyways.

"It's almost curfew," I remind as we step out of the portrait hole.

"I have the cloak," Harry replies nonchalantly. "And the map. If we were to need them."

"Harry's that's against the-"

"For five minutes, could you please just relax!" Harry cries. "We're walking, there is literally nothing wrong with walking."

I blow out a huff of air. "Fine."

We walk a bit further. Not saying anything until we reach the fifth floor. The eastern corridor is deserted.

"You know, I'm not exactly keen on the two of them either." Harry finally blurts. "It's just as fun for me as it is for you."

"If that's why we're on this bloody walk I will turn around," I threaten. "You know my opinion on Ronald's relation with Lavender. He's at perfect lib-"

"Perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes. You could really care less. Yes, I know." Harry interrupts me. "I also know that you're lying."

I'm honestly offended at his bluntness. "I am not!"

"So that breakdown in the tower where you attacked him with those yellow birds means nothing to you." Harry counters stopping and facing me.

"Harry, I remember them snogging their lips off and running away. Nothing else." I snap back.

"You know how I feel about Ginny," Harry says crossing his arms. "And don't deny it. You know."

"Harry I-"

"If you think for a second that every time I see them together I don't want to rip my own eyes out, then you're wrong. But I'm not giving the cold shoulder to either of them. Hermione life is hard, so mope all you like, but it not going to change anything."

Before I can stop myself I scoff in his face. "How many times has Ginny chipped away at your heart? How many Harry?"

He looks confused. Shocker.

"I would list how many times Ronald has made me cry and wish I didn't live here. I would count every time he broke a little piece of my heart until there was nothing left. I would, but I don't have enough fingers!"

"That's different," Harry finally mutters.

"No! It's not, because you want to know something funny? YOU DID THE EXACT SAME THING TO GINNY!"

"I never meant to hurt Ginny," Harry says in a low voice. He refraining himself from shouting. He deserves a gold star, keeping his temper in check.

"It's doesn't matter whether you meant to or not!" I feel the hysterical laugh pass my lips. "You hurt her, and that's that. But the difference between Ginny and me, I'm done letting myself get hurt."

"Fine then!" Harry finally breaks. "But I'm done playing peacekeeper between the two of you! I have more important things to worry about than Ickle Ronniekins and how he broke Hermione's heart."

It's all I can do to keep my voice from wobbling. My eyes burn, I refuse to blink and let my tears spill. "Go away, Harry."

3rd Person P.O.V.

Rose turns to her father once Hermione finishes her hair. "What about you?"

"It's really getting late," Ron said. "You need to go off to bed."

Rose nodded and began to stand.

"Wait just a second." Hermione laying a hand on Roses's shoulder so she sat back down. "I think you should tell us now, Ron."

Ron shot Hermione the stink eye but gave in. "We started dating in the middle of the Battle of Hogwarts. But I knew I loved you the night Dumbledore died. I know it's twisted but that's when everything fell into place."

Gave a small smile as Ron spoke.

"But I'd be lying if I said that I didn't have my suspicions before." Ron continued. "You remember when we met Buckbeak?"

"Who's Buckbeak?" Rose asked.

"A hippogriff. I'll let you meet him next time we go to Hagrid's." Hermione said. "But yeah, I remember."

"Do you remember when we thought he was going to shred Harry to ribbons?" Ron smirked. "Because I do, that's when you grabbed my hand."

Ron's P.O.V.

I don't know what woke me up, but I'm awake now. Blindly I search for my watch. Once I find it the face reads four in the morning.

Just great.

Trying to fall back asleep will be useless. We're getting Harry from his god awful cousin's today. I'm not missing that.

With a heave, I pull on my robe and slippers. Maybe there some food leftover from dinner. The house is eerie quiet at night. I can hear mum and dad snoring. Along with the tiny pops from the twins' room. But those never stop.

Ginny has been know to sleep talk but I don't hear any mumbling coming from her room. I don't know if Hermione snores. But the further down the steps I go the quieter it gets.

Mum never turns the light over the sink off. So the first floor isn't dark, along with the glow from the family portrait. I don't even want to know why it does that.

As I trudge into the kitchen there is a startled yelp as I collide with something. No, not a something, and someone.

Hermione stumbles back from me with her wand drawn. Her eyes are wide and the hair she has gathered in a ponytail is falling out.

"It's too early for you to hex me," I yawn as I pull out the cornflakes.

"Sorry, Ron," She mumbles tucking it into her waistband. "What are you doing up?"

"No idea," I shut during the milk. "I think I'm just excited about getting Harry, and the World Cup. What about you?"

"I was thirsty," Hermione replies putting her water glass down in the sink.

Instead of going back upstirs Hermione sits next to me at the kitchen table. Plucking one of the pieces of cereal from my bowl as I begin to eat.

"Hey!" I gasp hitting her finger with my spoon lightly. "Theif."

"Oh I'm sorry," She giggles. "You want it back?"

It's already a mushy mess in her mouth. I recoil. "No thanks, you can keep it."

We both lapse into silent laugher as not wake anyone. Hermione gives a sigh and looking out the window toward the moonlit garden.

I would share the sentiment of silence but I' also very hungry. The silence is punctuated by my crunches of food. Hermione looks back at me with her lips twisted in a smile.

I expect her to reprimand me for chewing so loudly, but she takes a piece of my hair in her hand. "Why'd you grow it out?"

"The twins, Bill, and I have a bet going." I explain. "George got Harry roped in as well."

Hermione twirls the piece around her finger once before letting it drop. "I like your hair better short."

"If five sickles weren't on the line, I would chop it all off." I chuckle.

"Oh well, you can't lose five sickles," Hermione replies with a giggle. She yawns and looks surprised at it. "I'm going to go and try to get some more sleep."

She stands and pushes her chair back in. "Night 'Mione," I say through a mouthful.

She just laughs to herself . As she walks past she runs her hand along the length of my head, messing up my already atrocious hair. "Goodnight, Ron."

As Hermione walks up the stairs I listen for her door to close. I've never done that before.

I don't know where the thought comes from or what it's doing inside my head. Before I'm even able to comprehend the fantasy that my brain just procured it's out of my head and past my lips.

"I'm going to marry that girl."

3rd Person P.O.V.

"Hermione," Ron said softly. "There was a reason I always invited you over to the Burrow a few days before Harry."

"You think I didn't know that?" Hermione asked playfully. She was trying to joke but it was hard to miss the smile on her face. "All right, Rosie, you've stayed up late enough. Go on up to bed, your father will tuck you in."

Rose stood and wrapped her arms around her mothers neck. "Goodnight Mummy."

"Goodnight love," Hermione whispered squeezing Rose tightly. "I'll see you in the morning."

Ron bent down and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. "You coming up?"

"Yeah," Hermione answered. Her voice had a slight rasp. "I just need to make a quick phone call."

"Okay," Ron nodded. "See you in a minute."

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Ginny walked in her bedroom and fell onto the bed. "I don't know if you heard, but Lily wants a dog for her birthday."

"Really?" Harry asked. "I thought that was just a rumour."

"I can understand that," Ginny said as she sat up. "The solid twenty minutes of banging on pots and pans left everyone uncertain of what she wanted. Because I was sure it was a drumset that her heart desired. Apparently not."

"So we're sure it's a dog?" Harry joked.

"That seems to be the only reasonable Explanation," Ginny replied. "She's asleep now. That's an uninterrupted eight hours of quite."

"If we're lucky." Harry scoffed.

Ginny groaned and walked into her closet. She came back out with a large black tee-shirt on. It hung down to the middle of her thighs. Ginny was combing her hair in a ponytail when her phone began buzzing.

"It's almost nine o'clock!" Ginny whined. "Who is calling me?"

"Hermione," Harry answered handing the phone to Ginny.

"If this is about that bloody House Elve Rights bill she passed I'm going to her house just to hex her." Ginny grumbled. She clicked the phone and held it up to her ear. "Hello?"

There was a muffled sound from the phone. Ginny facial expressions changed quickly.

"Okay, okay, slow down!" She said slightly panicked. "I can't understand you when you blubber. Deep breathes."

Ginny waited for a few moments. "Okay, now without sobbing please repeat that."

Ginny listened to Hermione for a few minutes. "Hermione, are you sure that you're not on your period?"

Harry heard Hermione snap, "GINEVRA!" through the phone.

"Okay, so not period hormones. Where that story is beyond adorable, I don't see why it has you all worked up." Ginny listened more. "I see. Hermione, you need to go to sleep. Go cuddle with your husband."

Ginny nodded as Hermione spoke once more. "Okay, goodnight. Yes, bye."

Ginny hung up the phone and dropped it on the bed. She rolled her eyes at Harry and made a noise that was between a scoff and a laugh.

"What was it?' Harry asked.

"Rose asked Ron when he knew he loved Hermione and he told this whole gushy story and now's she's crying because she thinks she doesn't deserve someone as perfect as Ron," Ginny explained. Her voice sounded exhausted as she climbed in next to Harry.

"So you're telling me that Hermione used the abjective 'perfect' to describe Ron? Ronald Weasley?"

"Yes," Ginny nodded. "Apparently he knew that he loved her ever since third year. Gag me."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. He was weighing his next sentence heavily. "When did you know? That you loved me?"

"Not you too!" Ginny moaned, putting the heel of her palms against her eyes.

"Humor me," Harry said taking her hands in his. "Please."

Ginny gave a large sigh to make Harry aware of her displeasure. "Well, I didn't know if you knew, but I had a really big crush on you when we were younger."

"Is that so?" Harry chuckled. "I had no idea."

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure my eleven-year-old self thought she loved you. But I was more obsessed with you. I think it was because you were famous."

"Yes, the girls were all over me because I was famous." Harry laughed.

"You were and oblivious piece of shite," Ginny whispered. "I hope you know that. The only reason you weren't slipped dozens of love potions a week was because of me and Hermione. We were a buffer for all the hysterical teenage girls."

"Oh," Harry said, genuinely surprised. "Thank you."

"Yeah yeah, so anyway, I think I knew I loved you when you broke up with me. After Dumbledore's funeral."

Harry looked as if someone had clubbed him over the head. "That doesn't make any sense."

"I was heartbroken when you broke up with me. But you did to protect me, I don't know where I would be if it weren't for that. If Voldemort had been able to use me as leverage."

"But you used to not even be able to talk when I was in the room. What happened?" Harry asked still very confused.

"I eased up, dated other guys. I thought that if there wasn't a chance of us getting together then we might as well be friends."

Ginny's P.O.V.

"Gin, you know I love you right?" Hermione whispered to me in the cold Grimwald Place bedroom.

"Yeah, I know." I sigh. "Just say it."

"He's after Cho. He has been for a while now. You should move on. Date someone that's not Harry. I love him, but he's not worth getting this hung up over."

"But what if?" I protest.

Hermione gives a sigh. "Listen, say nothing happens with Cho, he stops liking her, but that is a small bump. Voldemort is back and that's a mountain. Ginny, you deserve to be happy. There are plenty of guys at Hogwarts that would love to date you."

I can't help but whimper. "But I want him."

I can tell Hermione is getting frustrated with me. "But he doesn't want you, Ginny! Besides we have more important things to worry about than your or his love lives. The Order is picking him up in little over two weeks."

"Yeah," I grumble. "Night Hermione."

I turn over in my bed so I face the wall and not her. "Ginny." She pleads. I ignore her.

I wait a long time for Hermione to fall asleep. When her breathing becomes even, my eyes burn and tears streak down my face and soak into my pillow. I clamp a hand over my mouth as not to wake Hermione. She has always been a light sleeper.

I'm shaking so badly when I climb out of my bed. I creep from the room and close the door quietly behind me. The worst part will be going up two flights of stairs.

It's half-past midnight. I turn the knob to Fred and George's room. It squeaks as I creep in. My cheeks are still wet as I hear George rustle in his sleep.

"Ginny?" He mumbles, his voice is horse and I can see the silhouette of his hair sticking up from the moonlit window. I also see him kick Fred. "Oi, wake up you lump."

"Wasthamatter," Fred slurs as he twists around in his bed.

"Ginny," George says pointing towards me.

That's when I break.

I sniff loudly as a fresh wave of tears overtake me. I barely make it to my brother's embrace. I'm sobbing by the time Fred's arms wrap around me. I feel the bed dip as George sits next to me and puts a hand on my shoulder.

They don't ask why I'm crying. Everyone is upset these days. You-Know-Who is back. Percy is gone. I love Harry Potter and he barely knows I exist.

The twins eventually get me to calm down. Between a mixture of soothing words and jokes, but if I'm being honest it's mostly bad jokes whispered in my ear so they don't wake mum.

Once I stop crying Fred scoots over. I lay my head down and close my eyes. George lays next to me. The bed is too small to hold all three of us, but I highly doubt they care.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

They reply in tandem. "Love you Gin."

3rd Person P.O.V.

"So, you loved me, then stop loving me and then you loved me again?" Harry askes not understanding his wife's teenage emotions at all.

"No," Ginny shook her head. "That's not how love works. I never gave up on you. Not really. I just relaxed."

"Oh," Harry said. "I'm glad you relaxed, or else I would have never would have been able to marry you."

"Awe," Ginny smiled. She leaned back onto Harry's chest and looked up with her head resting on his shoulder. "What about you? When did you love me?"

"At the lake," Harry said after a moment of thought. "One day during lunch. The day it rained."

Ginny smiled at the memory. "I liked those few months. They were nice."

"Well the last decade hasn't been too bad either," Harry grinned.

"I agree." Ginny said. "I don't have to worry about your sacrificing yourself for the Wizarding World anymore."

Harry's P.O.V.

"It's cloudy," Ginny said pointing towards the sky. "I hope it rains."

"Why?" I ask. I've never liked the rain, bad quidditch conditions.

"I love the rain." Ginny responds."What would you do if it started raining right now?"

"Uh, I dunno. Go inside, maybe take shelter under a tree." I say with a shrug. "Why? What would you do?"

Ginny looks out at the green grass behind us. "Dance."

"Dance?" I ask beside myself.

"Yes, Harry," Ginny snaps playfully. "I would dance. Haven't you ever jumped in puddles and laid on the ground as rain plummeted from the sky and dropped on your face. The cool drops seeping through your hair and down the back of your shirt."

"Sounds like a good way to get a cold," I say, although the way Ginny described it made it sound nice.

"You're just a cynic," Ginny says. She picks up one of the pies we brought out from the Great Hall.

She's sitting between my legs with her back to my chest. My chin is resting on her shoulder. Our fingers are interlaced. I can't help myself, just as she's about to bite into the pie I lay a quick kiss on her jaw.

"Oh is that what we're doing?' Ginny counters setting the food back down. She shifts so we're facing one another.

"I need something to think about during my classes," I reply.

Ginny sweeps her legs up so she is now straddling my lap. Her bright red hair that always smells like flowers sweeping my face. "Well then."

Her lips meet mine quicker then I expected. This girl ceases to amaze me. Every time she kisses me it's like every nerve in my body splinters and becomes filled with bubbling electricity.

I don't know how much times passes. I could have very well missed my next class, but who cares. I don't, History of Magic is stupid anyway. The only thing that matters is Ginny.

She stops suddenly pulling her lips away from mine. She touches the top of her head and looks up at the churning grey clouds.

"What?" I ask. She turns around to look at the black lake. The surface is spotted with tiny ripples.

It's raining.

Ginny lets out a gleeful laugh as she holds her palms out facing the sky. The drops begin to fall fast in a steady rhythm.

I can't help but grin at her gleeful expression. "You got your wish."

Ginny just laughs, a pure melodic sound as she jumps up and pulls me to my feet. We run out the middle of a grass and Ginny tilts her chin upwards.

The water has already soaked through our uniforms and I can fell my hair dripping. Ginny shakes her head and her hair gathers into wet strands.

She spins in a circle cheering gleefully. Before I know how to react she grabs me by the hands and pulls me in a wide circle with her.

I've never been good at dancing, Ginny should know this. My shoes slip on the slick grass and I fall to the ground with a squelch. Ginny comes tumbling after me, and just my luck, we land in the mud.

I expect Ginny to jump up and run inside, as mud is smeared across her face and is matting half her hair. But she just takes a handful of it and smooshes into my glasses. She's laughing hard now. I'm slightly worried about her lungs.

As I try and wipe the muck from my face I hear her laughs turn hysterical as she slaps the wet earth. As soon as my vision is clearer I look at her. My perfect, beautiful Ginny.

"I love you."

3rd Person P.O.V.

"I would do it all over again," Harry says after a second. "If it meant you were safe I would go everything again if it meant I could have this."

"Don't say that," Ginny whispers. "I don't want to re-live the war. Let's live here, where we are now. I like it."

Harry kisses her forehead. "Me too."

As they turn out the lamps the patter of rain begins to fall on the roof.

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Was this cute?
I thought it was cute.

It was also happy.
Which is rare.
and ending soon

WHO SAID THAT
JACK THE FIBBER GET OUT OF MY AUTHOR'S NOTE

Okay, I'm borderline hysterical now.
Great!
I'm going to sleep.
Gooooooodnight

See you next time Loves!

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