Author's Note: I don't blame you at all for completely doubting us. Kristi and I, Laura, are extremely sorry. Over a year. Even I was a bit in shock when I noticed that's how long it's been lol A record for me, I think. Well, here it is. Explanations are out the door... I honestly don't have one good enough to reason the over a year time lapse. You may want to go back and read the last chapter (I know I had to lol) as this chapter kind of overlaps the other. Thank you all for sticking with us! Kristi says she will write the next chapter! I hope, hope, hope she does. I'm sure you all do too. And I can tell you this, it will NOT take another year! RIGHT KRISTI? Heh heh heh.

Disclaimer: Like you care at this point. For those that do, check chapter 1.

--Ron's POV--

I felt like I was going to puke as I ambled back up the stairs after coming to the conclusion that I couldn't hide even if I wanted to. I stared sullenly at the door to which Ginny and Hermione had flown into.

I just couldn't take this anymore. I was going to tell them. It was going to happen. The second that door opened, I was going to say it.

Minutes passed and I waited. Set, reserved, feeling smart, feeling confident, feeling...feeling... feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.

But I was going to do it. I had to because at that moment Ginny emerged in the hallway, but without Hermione. She spotted me but feet away and smiled before bounding up to me. "Hellooo," she sing-songed.

I stared at her in silent shock. Didn't Hermione just tell her what we almost did? Didn't Ginny hate me? HADN'T I CHEATED ON HER? I cleared my throat. "Hi."

Ginny laughed. "Hi," she retorted, mocking me.

Was that it? Was she leading me on, doing one of those weird woman mind tricks? Was she about to throw a few punches, the moment I got comfortable? I looked down at myself, seeing if maybe Harry and I had magically switched back, but no, she was still looking at Harry's face. "Erm...going somewhere?" I gestured to the stairs, though I was hardly blocking her way.

She giggled. "On a date."

I blinked. "With who?"

"Colin."

"Colin?"

"Uh huh."

Well this explained why she was being friendly to me. It seemed as though Colin's interest in her made her forget about the fact that she had seen Harry mauling Hermione. "When did this happen?"

She shrugged. "He owled me. Said he missed me. And I mean he was my first after all..."

I nodded, "Yeah, well, naturally..." But my voice faded on the last syllable and suddenly time stopped. "Your... YOUR WHAT! YOUR FIRST! Christ, Ginny! Your first what? Handshake?"

She laughed guiltily. "Well we shook something."

"WHAT?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Look Harry, I know I told you that you were my first, but I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU AND COLIN NEVER EVEN DATED!"

"We were shag-mates."

"WHAT?" I yelled. "Ginny, you...you had..." I paused before breathing in very deeply. "Sex with him?" I hissed.

She sighed. "Honestly Harry, you don't need to get jealous. You're with Hermione now. Besides, you were better than Colin."

Too many things were happening at once for me to comprehend them all. "You and H – I mean you and I... ME AND YOU, WE'VE... I MEAN WE'RE HAVING SEX?"

Her eyes widened, "Shut up," she hissed. "If Ron hears you, you're dead."

"That's right he is," I whispered. "Ginny, jesus what the... I mean, why... I mean, how many..."

"You've forgotten?" She looked at me curiously.

I needed this information. I needed to kill Harry, and I needed to cover. "No, I haven't...forgotten I just – I – this thing with Colin is...confusing me."

She sighed impatiently. "I told you not worry, you and I did way more exciting things than Colin and me."

My blood was boiling. I was going to skin Harry alive. Colin too, if I could get my hands on that mousy creep. "We..." I didn't know how to finish, but she seemed to get what I was trying to say.

"Oh, don't make me explain this to you Harry! You're really good at doing the things I never even dreamed of. And plus the positions...It's so intense, Harry..." she giggled. "But, Colin's told me that we could always try some of those so..."

Positions? Intense? I lost it. I started cursing, every swear word I knew and I few I think I made up. "HAVE YOU LOST IT GINNY? You're becoming a little...a little...a...a slut," I hissed.

The mischievous smile vanished from her face. "You have no right saying any of that, Harry," she spat out. "You never thought of me as that when I was doing those things with you...Or things to you." This was not happening. She was not talking like this. "You're jealous. It's disgusting. You broke up with me. You cheated on me. So basically you lost me, Harry. And it's your fault I'm going out with Colin."

She unnecessarily shoved past me and ran down the next few flights of stairs to the foyer. I knew I hadn't fazed her though because soon I heard her lightly humming, and then chatting it up with Harry. Who she thought was me.

The thought that I hadn't even been able to keep her fuming for more than five seconds angered me to no end. When had I totally stopped paying attention to her that I didn't even notice what a little... well, I knew what she was, but I couldn't even bring myself to think the word.

She was...Ginny. She couldn't have been doing these things... But she was. Her and Colin. Her and Harry.

I clung to the banister, slowly watching my knuckles turn white. I stayed there even when she had returned up the stairs minutes later, and stared after her as she completely ignored me and went into her room then back downstairs. I heard her shout something to Harry before she was out the door.

It was that, more than anything else, which awoke me. Harry. Fists clenched, I went to find him.

--Harry's POV--

I had not moved since Ginny had left me. The idea of moving just seemed so pointless. Where could I even go? After Ginny? I didn't even know where she was. Meeting Colin at the park at 3, but she had just ran back down the stairs announcing she had to go buy an outfit before flying out the door. Ginny never makes such a big deal about getting ready. I slumped further against the wall.

"What are you doing?"

I looked up at my own face. Apparently this is what I looked like pissed beyond belief. "Sitting," I mumbled from my position on the floor.

"Get up," Ron growled.

Because I figured it was about time, not because I had any intent of listening to Ron, I did. I began to move but stopped, still facing him. "Anything else?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you under the impression that you're going somewhere?"

I looked to the ceiling. "I'm not waiting around for you to let me in on why you're being an arse," I said smoothly. "Tell me now so I can fix it, and we can be best buds again."

My sarcasm clearly wasn't helping. Ron looked as though he was using all the restraint he knew to keep from killing me. Not like this was out of the ordinary, but it's always quite unnerving. "All right," he said through clenched teeth. "You had sex with Ginny." He paused. My blank stare must have thrown him off because he chose to elaborate. "My little sister, Ginny."

Mouth parted slightly I continued staring, dumfounded. "Well," I said finally. "This is...unexpected."

We stared at each other for about four seconds after this declaration before Ron lunged at me.

"Christ!" I yelled. I had quickly thrown him off of me and was now ducking behind the kitchen table. Obviously this had not been some joke. "Are you out of your mind!"

Ron picked himself up off the floor. "I might be!" He shouted back. He stood on the opposite end of the table. I was not going to argue this and was definitely not going to stop crouching behind my kitchen chair shield.

"Ron!" I said finally exasperated, peering over the top of my chair at Ron's bugling eyes, "Ginny and I have not had sex, so you better tell whoever gave you that information that—"

"Took you long enough to deny it," Ron snarled. "This is as much as I expected from—"

Forgetting that my life was at risk, I jumped up. "Expected!" I screamed. "I'm glad one of us saw this coming, because if I had I would not be standing here with y—!"

Ron threw aside the chair he had been gripping, marched around the table as I backed into a wall, drew his arm back and...

"BLOODY HELL!"

His fist came in contact with the wall behind my head as I ducked away swiftly. "I've escaped Voldemort," I said falling into the chair beside me as Ron continued cursing. "A lot."

Ron looked quite defeated, and he too slumped into the chair beside me nursing a throbbing fist. "This doesn't change anything," he grumbled. "I'm still going to kill you."

"All right," I said. "You'll get to witness the look on your parents faces as they see your dead body lying on their kitchen floor."

Sharp green eyes met mine. "Shut up," he said. "It might be worth it. You've...you've...robbed my sister of her innocence!"

I refrained from banging my head against the table. "I haven't done anything to Ginny! Who the hell has been telling you this?"

"Who do you think?" he glowered. "Ginny. Ginny told me."

"Wait – What?"

--Ron's POV--

I couldn't believe he'd resorted to playing dumb. "Well, she would have been the only other one there," I scowled. I was ready to throw a few more punches but Harry was still shaking his head.

"Ginny?" He repeated. "Wait, wait, hold on Ron. This doesn't make sense."

"Makes perfect sense to me," I snarled.

"No, I mean...we haven't...we never..." he trailed.

I laughed. "Bullocks."

"We haven't! We've barely ever come close."

I glared at him. "Barely."

He became rigid. "I don't question what you do with Hermione, so don't talk to me about Ginny."

"Hermione's not your sister. And I'm not shagging her."

"Christ, what the hell do I have to do to get you to believe me! Ginny and I aren't having sex!"

I peered at Harry for a while longer. He certainly looked miserable, and I sure as hell wanted to believe him. It would have been a huge comfort to me if Ginny had been lying, but still... "Why would she tell me that then?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you!" Harry said desperately. "I don't know, and I want to figure it out!"

I stared at him skeptically. "Never?"

"Never," he said holding his hands up.

"Not once?" I added.

"Ron, I know we're not friends right now but I'm not lying to you. I care about Ginny... I wouldn't do anything like that with her unless we were both ready."

I stared at him long and hard, but unfortunately I couldn't read his face because it was my own and I don't know what type of face I make when I'm lying. "But...she's done it before."

"RON, NO SHE HASN'T!" Harry yelled, throwing his hands up.

"Not with you...Colin. She said he was her first."

"What are you talking about? She told me she's never... And Ginny and Colin never dated she just..." his expression changed to loathing. "Has a thing for him."

I shook my head. "She said they were shag-mates."

Harry didn't say anything for a moment, and then, "She wouldn't have lied to me." He seemed so set on this I couldn't press further.

"Well then...why did she lie to me? I mean if she thinks I'm you..." The happiness of the fact that Ginny isn't some sort of wench was drained by my curiosity of the situation. Harry looked like he was about to suggest something until...

"Harry! Haarrryyy..." Hermione was calling me from one of the top floors.

I looked at Harry, he shook his head. "I can't take this," I muttered.

"I'll try to figure something out."

I nodded and turned to head back to the stairway. I turned around just as I reached it, "Thanks, mate. And about..." I gestured towards the kitchen, "this... I'm—"

"Forget it."

I nodded. I tried to leave him with a slight grin, partly because he looked so miserable, but a stronger part of it was because I missed my best friend in the world. It came out looking like a sort of lopsided version of a smile, but I had the feeling Harry understood, because he returned the same.