Mistaken Love

Once Ron had decided to take a shower, Hermione retreated to Ginny's room to interrogate her.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione hissed.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm making it so you can see George," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"I thought you didn't approve of me seeing George or cheating on Ron or whatever you want to call it," Hermione reminded her.

"I didn't, but you got me to thinking," Ginny told her.

"Well, that's an accomplishment in itself," Hermione muttered.

"I heard that," Ginny said, making a face at Hermione. "You see, I realised that you only have seven days left with George, and I want you to spend them as best as possible."

"So you approve of me cheating on your brother?" Hermione asked.

"I didn't say that," Ginny said shaking her head. "But I'm sure you didn't approve of me sleeping with Seamus either."

"Did I ever say that?" Hermione asked with a sly grin.

"Hermione! Are you saying that you approve of such things before marriage?" Ginny asked, completely in shock.

"Maybe I am," Hermione said, flopping down on Ginny's bed.

"Well, if that's so, I could always pop into the shop, grab George, and pop back," Ginny said.

"No!" Hermione yelled. "Ginevra Weasley, don't you dare!"

"Do you think I'd actually do that?" Ginny said with a smirk.

"Yes."

Ginny thought for a moment before agreeing, "You're right, I probably would."

"Which is why I may have to tie you to a chair," Hermione said.

"I won't do it if you don't want me to. I promise," Ginny said honestly.

"Well, there is something I would like you to do," Hermione told Ginny. "I need you to go to the shop and tell George to meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at seven. Then, tell George that he has to come up with an excuse to why he won't be home tonight."

"He won't be home tonight, eh?" Ginny said, raising an eyebrow at Ginny.

"Just go!" Hermione said angrily.

With that, Ginny disappeared with a pop.

'That girl only has one dirty thing on her mind,' Hermione thought.

"Where's Ginny?" Harry asked from the doorway.

"Oh, er, you just missed her. She went down to the joke shop," Hermione said quickly.

"Oh," Harry said as he entered the room.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.

"What? Oh! You mean the bludger attack," Harry said, sitting down on the bed. "I'll be fine. A few bruises, but nothing serious."

"That's good," Hermione said. "Ginny was worried."

"She should know by now that it takes a lot more than bludgers to really hurt me."

"I don't think you were saying that in second year," Hermione said with a laugh.

"Well, I was young and inexperienced with injuries," Harry said as though it were nothing.

Hermione chuckled. "So, you and Ginny are going out tonight," Hermione commented.

"Yes, we're going out to dinner, then maybe I'll show Ginny the Muggle London."

"That sounds like fun," Hermione said with a smile. "You should take her to the movies."

"I think she'd like that," Harry agreed. "Doing anything with Ron tonight?"

"No," Hermione said, shaking her head. "I have a meeting for work tonight."

"Would this be your job at Gringotts or the dating service you're running with George?" Harry asked.

Hermione opened her mouth, but couldn't manage to say anything. She finally managed to get up and shut the door so she could talk normally. "How long have you known?"

"Since last week when Ron and I didn't have practice and we were playing Quidditch in the backyard," Harry said calmly. "You really ought to close the curtains in George's room."

"Does Ron know?" Hermione asked, her heart racing.

"Not as far as I know," Harry said. "I kept him occupied enough by throwing the Quaffle as far from him as possible."

"Harry, you have to promise not to tell anyone," Hermione said, trying to sound more threatening than nervous.

"I've kept it from Ron this long, haven't I?" Harry reminded her.

"Thank you so much," Hermione said and hugged him tightly. "Ginny knows too."

"Well, of course she knows," Harry said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I told her last week."

"What?!" Hermione shrieked.

"I told her last week," Harry repeated himself.

"That little sneak," Hermione muttered.

"Did she spy on you and act like she had just caught you in the act?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. "How do you think she knew that there would be something worth spying on?"

"I should kill you," Hermione murmured. "Because of you, Ginny was about to tell Ron."

"Hermione, if Ginny had really wanted to tell Ron, she wouldn't have waited to let you talk her out of it."