** The charaters and some places do not belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling. But the ideas are purely mine. Thank you and enjoy. ES <3 **

5. It was Hermione

Bugger, bugger, bugger! She really should've listened to Draco when he warned her about reapplying her wards, Ginny thought angrily as she hid in her kitchen from the intruder in her flat.

"Ginny! Merlin's beard, where the hell are you? I know you're here! The protection wards were off. I don't know why but come out! We need to talk!"

Ginny leaned back against the lower cabinets and hit the heel of her hands against her forehead repeatedly. She couldn't escape.

Cornered in her own bloody flat, Merlin, she was livid.

She sighed loudly, brushed her vivid, red hair out of her face and stood up. "Ronald, that's no way to enter someone's home." She glared at him as he stood in her doorway.

Ron's hair was a little longer than when he had attended Hogwarts and his blue eyes were watching Ginny suspiciously as she made her way out of the kitchen.

"What were you doing down there? And who were you talking to? I heard a voice. A bloke's voice that sounded familiar." His eyes narrowed and he stared at her intensely.

The thing about Ron was that even though he joked around a lot and most of the things he said were complete rubbish, every once in a while he got things right. Excluding completely, the whole Hermione cheating on him with his best mate; Ginny thought bitterly.

"I dropped something and I was looking for it. And the voice was my secret lover who is lying on the floor right here in front of me. Would you like to see him?" She snorted as she grabbed the cat food out of a cabinet and called Artemis over so she could feed her.

Ron walked into the kitchen and cornered her there.

"Was what you said at the Burrow true?"

Straight to the point; he wasn't one to beat around the bush.

Ginny bit her lip. She did not want to have this conversation but Draco was right. Ron had a right to know since he was involved. But she didn't want to tell him everything. Maybe she could simply tell him Harry cheated on her. And when he confronted Harry, she knew that he would, the kneazle would be out of the bag. Harry would tell him it was Hermione and so she wouldn't have to be the one to hurt him twice.

Even though she knew she had to tell him, she played stupid; she had to the right thing, yeah, didn't mean she wanted to get started right away.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ginny leaned down and scooped some cat food into Artemis' bowl. Artemis came running and rubbed against her legs before digging into her dinner.

"I'm not an idiot, Ginny. Tell me the bloody truth for once." He grabbed her around the shoulders and spun her around.

Ginny looked at him worriedly. She had to do it, she knew it but it didn't make her feel any better.

She inhaled deeply and then asked, "About which part?"

"Did Harry cheat on you or were you lying?" Ginny instantly ran a hand through her hair as she looked everywhere but at Ron. "Ginny, answer me." His tone annoyed her. He was demanding an answer.

She felt her temper rising, "Yes! Yes, he cheated on me. Turned out he had been for a few months when I found out. One day I went to his house and I found a blank paper but it smelled. It smelled like perfume! It had invisible ink and you'll never guess what was on it? Guess bloody what! It was a love letter!" Ginny hissed.

Ron stared wide-eyed at her. "He cheated on you?" He asked shocked.

"Yes, he did. Harry Potter, the-boy-who-is-a-complete-wanker, cheated on me. So for your information: Harry does not love me and does not want me back. I'm pretty sure he's secretly happy that we're not together anymore."

"Who?" Ron asked.

"Who, what?" Ginny's eyebrows scrunched with confusion.

"With whom did he cheat on you with?" He took a step closer to her.

"Why –" Ginny started but he cut her off.

"So I can bloody well kill them both!" He growled.

Protective older brother Ron finally reared his head but Ginny couldn't help but be slightly pleased. It was nice that Ron believed her, even more so that he was angry about it. The only problem was that he wanted to know who. Now, that was a huge problem.

How do you tell your brother that his girlfriend was cheating on him with his best mate? Ginny rubbed her forehead; it was damn near impossible, she felt. Her heart hurt as she looked into his angry blue eyes.

"Do you know who it is?" Ron's voice was steel.

Ginny opened her mouth then closed it immediately; damn, she didn't want to hurt him. This was another reason why she never wanted to tell him!

"Ginny," he growled.

"Ron, I –" she started to say when the front door to her flat burst open again.

"Bloody hell, doesn't anyone know how to knock!" Ginny cursed.

Both Ginny and Ron then turned to see who had entered the flat and Ginny's temper exploded inside. "Get the hell out of my flat." She hissed.

Hermione Granger stood angrily inside the doorway; her brown bushy hair all over the place as if she had been in a hurry, her wand clenched tightly in her hand and her brown eyes wide with anger, fear and horror.

"Hermione?" Ron frowned as he made his way towards her.

Ginny remained planted in the exact spot she had been. She couldn't believe that Hermione Granger had dared to step foot in her home.

"Get out!" Ginny hissed.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked, ignoring Ginny.

"I got out of dinner with my family early and went back to the Burrow but your mother told me where you were and what happened." Hermione sounded out of breath. She continued to stare at Ginny aggressively.

"Get out right this bloody second. Don't make me say it again!" Ginny growled, grabbing her wand.

"Stop!" Ron yelled looking between the two of them.

"You told him about Harry?" Hermione ignored Ron and looked at Ginny in shock.

"You knew?" Ron asked in shock and looked at Hermione.

"Of course I knew! It was Harry and I –" She immediately covered her mouth in horror and Ron's eyes widened in alarm, his face turning deathly pale.

"What were you going to say?" He asked; his voice sounding like the calm before the storm.

Hermione took a step back, "Harry and I – Harry told me!" She lied.

"Don't lie to him!" Ginny's blood was boiling inside. She was so incredibly angry and she'd had enough of all the lies.

Spell after spell was on the tip of her tongue.

"Ron, it was Hermione; it was Hermione the whole bloody time." Ginny said venomously and all the memories came rushing back.

~.~.~

Ginny had finally decided that she was going to confront Harry about what she discovered a few hours before. She stood from her spot on the floor of her bedroom where she had been since collapsing. She stretched and then magically fixed herself up. Luckily, the house was empty; everyone was working and her mother had gone out to Diagon Alley. Sighing, Ginny looked at herself in the mirror and when she was sure she looked fine, she walked out of the apparition wards around the Burrow, apparated and was on her way to Harry's home in Godric's Hallows once again.

The first thing she realized when she let herself into his place was that he wasn't home, still; which was odd in itself. He was usually home by this time. Since Harry was an Auror, his home was protected but Ginny knew all of the wards, so she had no trouble getting into inside.

As soon as she entered, she planted herself on the couch that was facing the front door and readied herself to wait for Harry to come home.

So she waited.

Waited.

Waited.

And waited some more.

She became more and more aggravated while she waited for him. Where in the name of Merlin was he? What was he doing out? He honestly didn't go meet the woman in the letter, did he? He told me he was working late tonight; Ginny glared at the door.

She crossed her legs and pulled out her wand, twirling it around her fingers and tapping her foot anxiously.

Where the bloody hell was he?

Two hours later, Ginny heard voices outside the door and she immediately sat up. Hearing more than one voice had her narrowing her eyes dangerously.

That tosser brought someone home with him! A voice yelled in her mind heatedly. No, no maybe it's just a co-worker, another voice in her head reasoned.

Ginny watched in horror and disgust as the front door opened slowly to show Harry Potter locked in a passionate kiss with another woman. His hands were wrapped tightly and possessively around her waist; one of the woman's arms hung around his neck, the other playing in the uncontrollable, messy locks of his black hair that Ginny so loved to run her fingers through.

She could see Harry perfectly, better than she saw him ever, but the woman was shrouded in shadows.

The pair stumbled inside the house, Ginny's presence still undetected.

As the door shut, the woman yanked Harry's shirt over his head as he snapped open the buttons on the front of her shirt.

Ginny stared wide-eyed at the obvious attention of Harry's unfaithfulness right before her very eyes; her heart squeezing painfully in her chest as her anger seemed to rise higher, higher, and higher when Harry's hand then disappeared from view.

"Oh, Harry," the woman moaned and Ginny's breath caught in her throat.

No, no bloody way! No. It wasn't possible. She would never... he would never; Ginny's mind screamed even though the evidence was right there in front of her.

Ginny jumped up from the couch and the couple finally noticed her for the first time. Her heart felt as if it stopped in her chest as the lights in the living room immediately turned on and she could see the woman completely.

"Ginny!" Harry cried.

Ginny couldn't move; she stared at the half-naked couple in front of her.

"Harry - Hermione!"