This story takes place 3 years after the Battle of Hogwarts. We don't own Harry Potter, though if we did... well, it wouldn't be as good. This is co-authored by me, Emily (the normal person on this account) and my friend Michele. WIN.
One morning, when Ginny and Harry were eating breakfast, Ron came in looking quite distressed.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"Nothing! Nothing's wrong! Why would say that? Can't I just come for breakfast with my sister and my best friend? What, am I not welcome here?"
The two of them stared.
"I'm, er, going to use the bathroom," Ron said.
Harry looked at Ginny over the top of the newspaper. "Hermione comes back from France today."
Things had been awkward between the two of them ever since the September after the Battle of Hogwarts. Ever since that kiss during the Battle, things had been uncomfortable. Both thought constantly about wanting a romantic relationship with the other, but neither did anything. Then, Hermione was scheduled to go back to Hogwarts in the fall. The night before she left, Mrs. Weasley threw her a party. Hermione had alittle too much firewhisky, and she and Ron ended up in a compromising position.
The next morning, before she got on the Hogwarts Express, she told Ron it had been a mistake.
"I think we're better off as friends," she said, not able to meet his eyes. "I'm going to be gone all year and I don't think we should try to make this work. It's ruining our friendship."
He said nothing, and was too scared to tell her how he really felt. The next year, she spent two years working on house-elf rights through the French Minsitry of Magic.
She was coming back today, and Ron was nervous. Harry could tell, and so could Ginny- they both knew Ron was not over Hermione. They would find out soon how she felt about Ron. Even though they had kept in touch through letters and spent Christmas together one year at the Weasleys and seen each other at Harry and Ginny's wedding, they hadn't spent nearly as much time together recently.
"Ooh," Ginny said. "I'm so excited! I can't wait to see her."
Harry nodded, secretly nervous about his best friend's reaction. he didn't want Ron to do something stupid and mess up a good thing as usual.
Ron came back in, smoothing his hair over and over, his ears tinged red.
"It's time!" Ginny yelled. "Harry, let's go!"
"I'm ready, I'm ready!" he called. They apparated, and were soon at King's Cross Station to pick Hermione up. She would be staying with them for a few weeks until she found an apartment of her own.
When the train arrived, Harry and Ginny looked through the crowds of people coming off the train. At first they didn't see her.
"There!" Ginny said, pointing.
"Where?" Harry asked.
"Oh." Harry couldn't believe his eyes- upon closer inspection, it was Hermione. However, she looked tanner, her hair sleeker, and radiated a kind of confidence and beauty that she had only had once before- at the Yule Ball in fourth year.
"Hermione!" Ginny cried, waving. Harry waved too, and soon the three were reunited. Hugs ensued all around, followed by lots of exclamations of "You look wonderful!" "It's so great to see you again," and "How are you?"
For a few hours after her return, the three of them caught up, chattering loudly and showing Hermione their new home.
"Hermione. I was thinking of inviting Ron over for dinner tonight," Harry said, thinking about how smart he was. He winked at Ginny who shook her head.
"Er, that's very sweet of you, Harry," Hermione said, obviously uncomfortable. "I haven't seen him in ages... but... I'm not sure I'm ready."
Ginny took Hermione's arm. "That's ok. You'll see him at George's wedding next week."
Hermione smiled nervously. "Right. Sure."
Harry went out to buy some food for dinner that night, leaving Hermione and Ginny alone.
"So..." Ginny said curiously as she and Hermione were unpacking her things. "Have any men in your life?"
Ginny hoped Hermione'd say no, but she couldn't say so. She didn't want to push them together.
Hermione just rolled her eyes. "I went out with a guy or two in France, but nothing serious. I know what you're asking though, Gin. And I told you before- I'm not ready. I think we're better off as friends. We tried once, and it just made things awkward."
"You didn't try very hard!" Ginny pressed.
Hermione sighed, sitting on the bed. "I don't know. Sometimes I think I'm not over him. I think about a lot, and well... I really miss him. Don't tell harry I said this."
Ginny smiled to herself. "I promise I won't."
"So she said she still misses him?" Harry asked after he brushed his teeth that night, poking his head out of the bathroom while Ginny was in bed reading.
"Yes!" Ginny said. "And she said it like it wasn't important at all, but I know Hermione. And I know he's still important to her."
"Of course," Harry said, climbing into bed. "And I know Ron still loves her, too. He always has- that's why he was so mean to her at Hogwarts. And why do you think he's been spending time with all those cheap blonde women- like what's-her-name? Chastity?"
"Destiny," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "I know. He's into Hermione, and he's spending time with all these women who are her complete opposites."
"Is there something we can do?"
Ginny nodded. "I think so. But it's going to take time."
Harry nodded connivingly. "Well... there's one thing Hermione and I have in common."
"What?" Ginny asked curiously.
"We both like our redheads."