Belong to Nowhere

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter

Oh, the next chapters will be longer. And Ginny, well, if you think she was evil…* evil grin* …that was nothing…

Chapter 02: The good friend

            Ginny Weasley was happy. Really happy indeed. She was having a very nice day. She had laughed, played Quidditch, and most importantly, she had spent all her day with Harry. Oh, Harry!  How she loved him! Okay, okay, they weren’t dating anymore…yet. But that would change. Yep, that would change!

            To tell the truth, when the term started she had been a little concerned about Hermione, especially because Hermione had said no when Ron asked her out.

 “Damnit,” thought Ginny. And everything became worse when Ron started to date Luna! And because of that (and things… *Horcruxes*… that Ginny didn’t know) Harry and Hermione became even closer to each other.

It was then when Ginny decided to act. Ginny wasn’t “loving Harry” anymore, no! Now, she was the good friend. After all, with Ron dating Luna and Hermione with those studies, who would keep Harry’s company? She, of course. After all, she was a really good friend and much more interesting than Hermione. With time, Harry would even forget about her…

Yes, everything was wonderful that afternoon, and that nice chat with Hermione was even great.

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            Harry, Ginny, Ron, Luna, the twins, Charlie, Bill and Fleur were in the backyard, laughing and talking when Fred noticed that Hermione wasn’t there with them.

            “Hey, did you see Hermione?” he asked.

            “Oh, damn! What kind of friend am I? I just noticed she isn’t here with us,” said Harry, a little ashamed. “Did you see her, Ginny? You two were talking in the kitchen, right?”

            With a forced smile, Ginny replied, “Oh, yeah! She was talking about the NEWTs! You know how she is! Only studies! No fun! No adventures! School first, friends second!”

            Harry wanted to argue about that. He knew that wasn’t true. Okay, last month she was a little strange, distant, but still! He and Ron knew very well that Hermione would die for them. Actually, she had almost died when they were destroying the last Horcrux. However, Ginny didn’t know about that so he couldn’t say anything.

            “She said she wanted to study,” concluded Ginny.

            “For Merlin’s sake, it’s Christmas break!” cried Ron.

            Ginny was about to say something when they were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley. She was very nervous, a piece of paper in her fidgeting hands.

            “What happened, Mum? Is it Dad?” asked Bill, concerned.

            Molly Weasley didn’t say anything, only gave him the paper. He took it and read.

            “Oh, boy,” was all that he said.

            “What? What is this?” asked Ron, taking the note and reading it aloud.

            ‘Dear Mrs. Weasley,

            Thank you very much for the hospitality. You and Mr. Weasley are always very nice to me. I will never forget it.

            I am sorry that I am leaving without telling anyone but I miss my parents very much and I want to be with them.

            Happy Christmas

           

            Hermione J. Granger

            12/22/1997’

            Harry couldn’t believe it. She had gone without telling them? Without telling him!

            “Oh, I think it's alright,” said Ginny, trying to cover her smirk.

            “How?” cried Ron. “She left and didn’t say anything! We are her best friends!”

            “Oh, Ron,” said Ginny. “Hermione likes to be with the Muggles. It’s her people and-“

            “No!” interrupted Fred. “You don’t understand! It’s serious! She can’t be with her parents!”

            Luna, Ron, Ginny and especially Harry looked at Fred in surprise. The others seemed to know what Fred was talking about.

            “Why, Fred? Why can’t she be with her parents?”

            “Why, Harry? Because of the fact that her parents are dead!”

Thanks to Brooke (Archie) for the first look and Idailey22 for the final beta.