Ginny woke up the next morning still aggravated with her friends. She slipped quietly out of her flat, contemplating where to go. She didn't want to go to Ron and Hermione's because of their minor awkward conversations, and she definitely did not want to stay at her flat, knowing Ashley would wake up soon. Ginny eventually decided on the Burrow, because she knew her mom would make her feel better. Ginny stepped into the Burrow, smiling as she smelled pancakes. "That smells really good, mom." Ginny complimented stepping into the kitchen, only to see Harry with an oven mit. "Harry? What are you doing here?"

"I told you I have breakfast every morning with your parents."

"EVERY morning?"

"Well, most mornings."

"Don't you have a job? A girlfriend? Your own place? Geez. Go bug someone else."

"Yes I do, but my job is pretty flexible. And this isn't even where you live. I didn't intend to bug you. Besides... er, your mom has been, uh, teaching me how to cook." Ginny watched as Harry blushed slightly, and tried extremely hard not to smile.

"Where is my mom?"

"Out with your dad." Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Should be back soon." Ginny groaned and sat down at the table. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing Harry." Ginny snapped.

"Well, obviously part of my prediction was true."

"Yeah? What was that?"

"YOU didn't want me to come back." Harry crossed his arms and Ginny opened her mouth to reply, but then shut it. He was assuming again.

"You're right." Ginny replied. "I didn't want you back, and I still don't." Harry's features softened from angry to upset, but he didn't reply. "You left and that's hard to forgive."

"You're right, I shouldn't have left. You have no reason to forgive me at all." Harry glanced at Ginny, before going back to his pancakes.

"Yeah, I don't! So stop acting like I should forgive you! Ugh! I just don't want to have ever met you! You just cause problems in my life especially since you just have to be best friends with my mom. Now I have to see you wherever I go, even when I come to the Burrow to tell my mom my problems. I can't tell her anymore cause she's too busy teaching you to bloody cook!" Ginny exclaimed, her face red.

"Well, then tell me your problems."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because they involve you, git"

"And?"

"Shut up."

"Come on, Gin."

"No! You don't know anything about my life, you don't even know ME. I'm not telling you my problems. I don't even know who you are anymore. You've changed. And it's not a good change." Harry looked like he had been slapped in the face. Ginny didn't mean to say that, she didn't even believe it. But she just wanted Harry to leave her alone.

"You're right Ginny. I have changed. But so have you."

"How?"

"Where's the girl who will stand up for anyone she sees in need of help? Where's the girl who will jump at any chance to insult Ron? Where's the girl who's bold enough to just say what's on her mind? Where's the girl who isn't angry all the time?"

"That's still me."

"Is it, though? I haven't seen her. You ran away from me. Bold? I compliment you and you find a way to make it seem like an insult. Angry? I insult Ron and you glare at me. That's you now?" Harry crossed his arms and looked at Ginny, and in that moment Ginny realized Harry hadn't change. Not really. He'd just grown up. He chose his arguments wisely, and he thought about what he said before he spoke. He had a right to assume things, because he did know Ginny. He knew Ginny very well. Ginny said whatever came to her mind, and she grew upset just from looking at Harry. It was her turn to grow up. Ginny swallowed. Down went her pride.

"I just don't want to get close with you again." Ginny looked straight into Harry's emerald eyes, and didn't look away. For the first time since he got back, she looked at him with no shame. And then he smiled. Ginny got up and leaned against the counter where Harry was working.

"I'm sorry if the year and a half I've been gone has been hard on you. I didn't mean to cause you any pain." Harry stepped towards Ginny, and she could feel his breath on her cheek.

"Harry, nothing has ever hurt more than you leaving. I thought you knew me. But I don't understand how you thought it was better for me with you gone." Ginny replied, softening her gaze.

"I was being a git."

"Yeah, you were." Ginny replied, whispering. Harry reached up and played with Ginny's hair. Her hair tingled as he touched it. Ginny sighed and stepped even closer to Harry. Harry let one hand drop from her curls, and it pulled Ginny even closer, so they were touching. It would have been awkward, if this was with anyone else, but this was Harry and everything felt natural. Ginny lifted her hands and wrapped them around Harry's neck. She tingled everywhere she touched Harry. And in that moment she knew she wanted him back.

"Gin." Harry whispered hoarsely, one hand on her back, the other still playing with her hair. "It was the biggest mistake of my life. I didn't ever want to cause you pain."

"I know." And then Harry was leaving towards her. Closer.. closer...

"What are you doing?" Ginny broke the moment, immediately regretting it.

"I- I'm sorry."

"Great. Now you're sorry for almost kissing me. Thanks a lot." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"No.. that's not what I meant. I thought you didn't want me to." Harry blushed.

"No, it's okay." Ginny replied, and slowly moved out of his grip and started to walk back to the table. But before she made it she felt Harry's hands on her waist, pulling her back and before she could protest his lips were on hers, and they were kissing.


After eating breakfast, Ginny's parents still weren't back and they decided to go to the lake. They were walking hand-in-hand and Ginny couldn't keep the smile off her face. "I missed you, Gin." Harry smiled at Ginny, who smirked in response.

"You better have."

"No I missed you too?"

"In order to say that, I would have actually had to miss you." Ginny grinned.

"Ouch." Harry winced, before shoving her playfully. "Come on, you didn't date a boy to get over me?"

"I've only dated one boy since you." Ginny crossed her arms.

"Really."

"Yeah. All I could think about was you trotting back into the Burrow one day saying that you were attacked by a Troll and couldn't be back to me sooner. Then I would regret dating anyone else."

"But you did eventually."

"Well, I wasn't going to wait my entire life around for you. You broke up with me. For the second time."

"I'm sorry. You don't know how much it hurts me to know I've caused you so much pain. I really wish I hadn't left."

"Let's just move on, Harry."

"Yeah. I'm lucky Hermione owled me so I did come back."

"I think you really came back cause of my skills."

"What are you skilled at?" Harry snorted.

"My awesome kissing skills, Potter." Ginny battered her eyelashes.

"Yeah? You want to put them to the test?" Harry grinned mischievously, before leaning down to capture Ginny's lips.


When Harry and her parted later that day, Ginny knew something was nagging Harry. She thought things would go back to normal, or as close to normal as things could get. She was wrong. She showed up at Ron and Hermione's later that day, seeing that Harry was already there. He was leaning against a counter, and looked like he just been in an argument. "Harry." Ginny spoke, quietly, searching Harry's face for emotion. She found distress, and sadness. "What is it?" Hermione looked at Ginny sadly, and Ron glared at Harry. Harry just looked at the floor. Ginny walked over to Harry and laced their hands. "I said, what is it?" Ginny looked pleadingly at Harry.

"Gin, I have to, uh, tell you something." Harry spoke to the floor.

"What is it?" Ginny stared at Harry. Hermione cleared her throat and exited the room with Ron. "What?" Ginny watched them leave and then looked at Harry again.

"I- I can't be with you." Ginny didn't reply, but she quickly removed her hand from Harry's as if his touch burned. "It's not because I don't want to.."

"Then what IS it, Harry?"

"I can't tell you."

"What? Are you serious right now?"

"Ginny, please.. I.."

"Well that's okay, because I'm dating someone else anyway." Ginny replied, trying to cover up her sadness.

"Ginny, please you have to hear me out."

"About what? You can't tell me why you can't be with me, so what do I have to hear? Huh?" Ginny crossed her arms.

"Please, Gin, don't hate me."

"Don't call me Gin."

"Please. I promise it's a good reason. I just can't tell you it right now."

"Right. A year and half you're gone, and then you come back with all these secrets that you can't tell me."

"No, Ginny. I want to be with you so much, I just can't right now. It's not you. It's not you, Gin-"

"Get out, Harry."

"Ginny, please." Ginny looked at the ceiling willing her tears not to fall. "It kills me, Ginny, hurting you like this. You have to know that." Ginny ignored him.


Ginny walked into the Burrow with Eric. She knew it was wrong. She still had feelings for Harry, yet she was still dating Eric. She had gone as far as cheating on him! She didn't cheat. But deep down she knew she was using Eric to make Harry jealous. And she hated herself for that. Her plan to make Harry jealous failed when she noticed Elise on Harry's arm. Ginny groaned. "What is it, love?" Eric questioned.

"Nothing, I'm just nervous Eric." Ginny smiled half-heartedly.

"I'm the one who should be nervous. Come on, let's go." Eric took Ginny's hand and dragged her into the living room.

"Ginny! Hello! And this must be Eric. What a pleasure to meet you." Mrs. Weasley smiled and shook Eric's hand.

"Thank you, same to you." Eric smiled.

"Everyone, be nice to Ginny's date. It's not often she likes someone enough to bring them around to the Burrow, so let's not scare him away." Mrs. Weasley announced to the occupants of the living room. Ginny glanced briefly at Harry who was studying her with an unhappy looked on his face. Ginny glared at Harry who shook his head in response. Elise, however, smiled at Ginny and walked over to Eric to introduce herself.

"Ginny, come here." Ginny turned and walked over to Ron and Hermione.

"What?"

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Are you sure? What happened with Harry?"

"It's nothing to worry about, Herm."

"I'm worrying."

"Then stop." Ginny crossed her arms and Hermione looked unhappily at Ginny.

"I hate girl fights." Ron muttered and looked pleadingly at Harry. Harry slowly walked over.

"Wow, looks like someone is having an argument."

"You would know." Ginny scoffed.

"Ginny." Ron said sternly. Ginny glared at Ron.

"Harry why don't you enlighten us on what happened between you and Ginny?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Really Hermione? Now? Quite insensitive if you ask me. Drama at the family get together?" Harry crossed his arms as he spoke, watching Hermione sigh.

"Fine, Harry. Have it your way. I'll find out eventually." Harry rolled his eyes at Hermione.

"Okay. Anyone fancy a game of chess?" Harry questioned.

"I don't think anyone wants to play with a cheater." Ginny retorted. Harry glared at her. Ron gaped. Hermione didn't look surprised at all.

"You two? And you brought your dates? What type of people are you?" Hermione tsked at them both.

"Hermione, don't make judgments unless you know the whole story." Harry replied.

"Well if somebody would tell me the whole story that would be quite fetching." Hermione glared at Harry.

"If you could be patient, maybe I will tell you. But not right now while my date is in the same room." Ginny narrowed her eyes and glanced briefly at Eric who was talking to Bill.

"Fine." Hermione huffed and Ron stared at all three of them.

"How did this happen?" Ron looked at everyone, staring at the three of them fighting. His sister and his best mate used to be in love, his two best mates used to always stick up for eachother. Now his sister and best mate hate each other and his two best mates are fighting.

"Harry left." Ginny commented dryly.

"Don't blame it all on Harry." Ron replied. "You're still holding a grudge."

"For a good reason." Ginny retorted. Ron shrugged.

"Maybe. Maybe not. You haven't heard the whole story, so don't make judgements." Ron answered. Hermione raised her eyes.

"I think Ron just outsmarted us." Hermione spoke. Ginny snorted, while Ron grinned proudly.