Ginny Apparated in front of Ron and Hermione's house with a loud popping noise. She approached it cheerily, her red hair ruffling slightly in the wind. Her hand had barely left the knocker when Ron Weasley swung open the door and swept her into a one-armed hug. "Hey, sis!" he laughed enthusiastically. She smiled and walked into the house. Hermione was perched on the Weasleys' green couch, knitting one of her elf hats.
"Ginny!" she cried, leaping up to hug her. The knitting needles remained in the air, still clicking away. Ron left to the kitchen to get some butterbeer. Ginny and Hermione sat together on the couch. "So…how's Dean?" Hermione asked quietly. Ginny grinned.
"He's great," she said. Hermione groaned and buried her face in her hands. Ginny looked surprised. "Wha-"she began, but Hermione cut her off.
"Why are you still with him? Harry misses you," came her muffled voice. Ginny was suddenly on her feet.
"I love Dean," she hissed. Hermione stood up, too, her bushy hair was bristling.
"Ginny, one day, something he says or does is going to make you realize that he doesn't belong with you, and then it will be too late!" she yelled. Hermione and Ginny stood facing each other, fury in their eyes. Ron entered. He paused in the doorway, three butterbeers in his hands. He looked at his wife questioningly. "Your sister was just leaving," said Hermione icily. Ginny scowled and left the house without another word.