** Characters and some places belong to J.K Rowling. They do not belong to me. I am merely borrowing them. But the ideas are purely mine. Thank you & enjoy, fans. ES <3 **

6. How Dare You!

Silence filled the flat, broken only by Artemis’ light meows and the frantic breaths between the three. Ron’s eyes flickered between Hermione and Ginny.

Ginny glared at the other woman, her brown eyes staring into hers; the silence and the tension slipping from Ron, reeled in her temper. She could have easily crossed the room and wringed the woman’s neck but thought better of it. Instead, she looked at Ron and frowned at him; he was staring at Hermione as if she’d grown another head in the last few moments. His mouth was open in shock and Ginny wondered if she’d looked similar when she’d found out.

“Tell me it isn’t true and don’t even think about lying to me!” He yelled suddenly. Hermione flinched at the volume of his voice.

Ginny watched her brother sadly. Honestly, she felt terrible having to be the one to tell him the complete truth behind her break up with Harry; including the hideous truth of his girlfriend and his best friend’s infidelity. She could see his heart breaking in front of her and it boosted her anger.

Hermione’s brown eyes filled with tears as she stared at Ron but Ginny didn’t feel bad for her, not the least bit. Why should she? Hermione put herself in the position, Ginny thought bitterly with a shrug.

“Answer me!” Ron yelled and Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin. Ron stepped in front of her and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. “Answer me, dammit!”

“Ron – Ron!” Hermione cried. “I – it’s…I love you.”

Ginny snorted in disbelief and sat on a chair in the dining room, crossing her legs and watching them.

The two ignored her.

“Is it true?” Ron asked as he stopped shaking Hermione. “It’s true, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Hermione whispered in response; she was looking down at her feet, her hands clinging to the bottom of her jumper.

“Bastard, that bloody bastard, I’ll kill him!” Ron growled; his face a bright red. His eyes burned. He looked at Hermione once more and then apparated instantly. Ginny’s eyes widened; oh boy, she thought, there goes trouble.

Hermione watched in horror as he disappeared. “Where – where – where is he going?” She cried out, looking around the living room.

“To Harry’s, I’m sure.” Ginny said from her seat.

Hermione’s eyes shot towards Ginny as if she’d forgotten she was there.

Ginny closed her eyes, forcing herself to relax. “Now get your arse out,” Ginny said levelly even though inside her blood was boiling dangerously; she’d held her temper for long enough. She’d let Ron have his moment and now, she was dangerously close to doing something bad… or good.

“You!” Hermione yelled furiously, her wand in her hand instantly and aimed it at Ginny.

The thing about Hermione was that she was a genius, the smartest witch of their age. She had mastered non-verbal spells long ago and when Ginny saw her swish her wand, she knew instantly what Hermione was trying to do.

“Protego!” Ginny yelled, jumping to her feet and deflecting Hermione’s spell.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed, “HOW DARE YOU! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TELL HIM!”

Ginny stared at the woman in front of her in complete shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t believe that Hermione actually believed the things she was saying.

“No right?” She inched towards her the woman, her heart pounding in her chest. “I had no right? How dare you! Ron is my brother; Harry was my boyfriend and his best friend! YOU were my best friend! HOW DARE YOU! What kind of person are you that you would do something like that to the both of us! I can’t believe you!” She spat, poking the edge of her own wand against Hermione’s chest.

Hermione’s mouth opened but Ginny wasn’t done, “How dare you do that to us! We are the victims here, not you! Don’t believe even for a bloody second that we would feel sorry for you! This is your fault. Yours and Harry’s; not ours! Now, get out of my flat. Now!” Ginny was breathing deeply when she finished.

Merlin, forgive her but the unforgivable curses were on the tip of her tongue; just begging her to use one, just one!

The Cruciatus would show Hermione how much Ron and her were hurting inside.

The Imperius would force Hermione out of her flat.

And possibly, the Killing Curse, so Ginny would never, ever have to see her unfaithful, two-faced ex-best friend again.

Would it really be worth it, though, going to Azkaban because of Hermione? A voice inside of her asked.

Right now, it’s almost worth it. Another part whispered back.

Hermione stayed standing, staring murderously at Ginny as she fought internally against her conscious that was begging, begging to use the unforgivable curses on the woman in front of her.

“I said get out! So get out!” Ginny yelled.

Hermione stayed, continuing to glare and just like that, Ginny really had enough.

“Depulso!” Ginny yelled as she pointed her wand at Hermione, banishing her from the flat.

The dark haired woman flew backwards out of the flat, banging painfully into the railing of the stairs. Ginny walked to her hunched over body and looked down at her; her dark eyes filled with magic.

“Don’t ever come back here, you hear me? If you do, so help me Merlin, you’ll regret it.” Ginny hissed and then slammed the door in her face.

Ginny stood, eyes closed as she leaned back against the door breathing loudly. She couldn't believe that things had turned out like this. She never wanted it to be like this; never wanted to hurt her brother like this.

Ron finally knew the truth and that was both good and bad.

Knowing Ron, the entire Wizarding World would know in two point five seconds. Ginny looked at her fireplace and then the muggle telephone. She wondered how long it would be before she’d receive an owl from her Dad informing her than Ron had been arrested and was being escorted to Azkaban for murdering The-Boy-Who-Lived.

The situation was a complete and total nightmare.

Ginny tried to feel bad that now Harry would have not five but six men after him. Not only her older brothers: Bill, Charlie, Percy, George and Ron but also her Dad. She was sure that her Dad would take this information like a personal slap in the face; but that was what it was, wasn’t it? A slap in the face to all of them, Ginny especially; just like that, she felt absolutely no remorse for the man.

Harry Potter was definitely a dead man, no longer The-Boy-Who-Lived but The-Boy-Who-Is-Now-Buried-Six-Feet-Underground. Merlin, she could only hope, right?

But Harry deserved it anyway. That's what someone got for messing with the little "Weaslette" of the bunch.

Sighing, she opened her eyes as she pushed herself away from the door and made her way to the kitchen. She stopped halfway and turned towards the door remembering what had just occurred. She’d almost forgotten.

She immediately started to put the protection wards up. All she needed now was for Harry Potter to come over or worse, her mother.

Once finished with the wards, Ginny went straight for her bed but paused as she saw the open door to her bathroom. Her bed looked so inviting but she knew exactly what she needed right that very second: a great, big, warm, bubbly bath.

With that, Ginny quickly fixed herself a bath filled to the rim with warm bubbly water and as she slid in she realized that she needed just one more thing. With the swish of her wand, she leaned back against the tub and held out her hand.

Instantly, her CD player came flying into the bathroom and she caught it. With a huge smile, she slipped the headphones over her ears and pressed play.  

“I want you to know, that I’m happy for you…” she closed her eyes and lost herself in the angst of the muggle music genius, Alanis Morissette.