You Were My World

Sorry, I haven't updated this story for so long. I moved to Fanfiction.net. My penname there is Sweethoneytwilight. All my stories are there too, but don't worry I'll still update everything on this site.

A lot of crazy things have happened: While I was on Fanfiction.net I found my story -You Were My World- on someone elses account with a different title. I was so upset! I didn't know what to do. It was the first time that ever happened to me. So, I asked everyone I could think of for advice. I sent the person a message and asked to take it down or give credit to me at least. It took weeks for him/her to reply, but it's okay. Everything's been settled.

Read, Enjoy, Review!

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Upon returning home, Harry Potter took off his Auror robes and went upstairs for a quick shower. After defeating the darkest wizard who ever lived, a feat which the Daily Prophet dubbed as "the Duel of the Century", Harry did not returned to Hogwarts as most expected. Instead, he applied for Auror training and continued on with his dream career. During which, he also continued his relationship with Ginny, where it left off.

When Harry finished his shower, he entered the dinning room, where Ginny left him his dinner, only to find that a certain someone was already helping himself to it.

"Hello Ron." Harry said, pleasantly.

"Hey Harry." Ron said as he wiped his mouth, "Good to see that Ginny's cooking is getting better. Not as good as mum's but it's all right."

"It is getting better." Harry said, quietly as he glanced at the empty plate with a sense of longing.

With Ron being at his home, Harry could only guess that it meant he had gotten into another fight with his wife, Lavender, and was going to be staying with him for the next few days. At least until Ginny notices her brother's presents in their home and kicks him out, like she did last time. She'd also berate him about growing up and running to Harry when he has marital problems and not talking it out with Lavender. Again. But as of late Harry noticed that Ron had smartened up and had been hiding in the guestroom when Ginny was home, only coming out when she left, to scavenge for food. Harry didn't want to say it but, his dear friend is staring to remind him of a stray rodent. What, with the way he comes out at night, hunting for leftovers and running back to his room at any sign of Ginny. Harry hopes Ginny doesn't find him, or else she would scold him for harboring an "irresponsible baby," as she calls Ron, and force him to sleep in the guestroom. But secretly, very secretly, a part of Harry wished Ginny would find Ron and turn him away. Not that he didn't want Ron there. He was just uncomfortable with Ron in the next room when he and Ginny are shagging. Harry learned that bit of unwanted information when Ron ever so kindly asked him to keep it down next time, some people are trying to sleep, one morning after Ginny left for work. Harry was mortified.

"Mum wants to know when you and Ginny are comin' over."

"We'll be seeing her in," Harry pause to study the calendar on the wall. "two days."

After going through the separation of the war, Harry and Ginny thought they could make up for the time they lost by purchasing a home for them to live in together after they announced their engagement to the public. But things were the same as they were before. They are not able to be together due to certain circumstances. Both have conflicting schedules with their careers - Harry being Head of the Auror department and Ginny being a professional Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies - causing them both to have little time for each other. When one was free the other was busy or when they were both free the other had already made an unbreakable arrangement with other persons. It was getting to the point where the couple was considering a break from each other, since they weren't able to see one another anyways. So taking a break would be no different from how they have been already. Fortunately for the couple, Hermione finally found the dates upon which both of them were free using a series of formulas and equations. She gave them magically enchanted calendars that show them the days they could be together. Molly was given a calendar too, but always check with the couple to be certain when they would be there.

"How about 'Mione?" Ron asked.

"I don't know. Haven't seen much of her lately."

"No one has. You know how she gets when she's researching. Mum just wants her there to be certain she's eating properly."

Harry didn't argue. Hermione's presence does become scarce as she further ventures into her research and protests.

"And she's protesting rights for werewolves!" Ron exclaimed.

"We'll see her when we see her." Harry stated, which was clearly going to be a long while. "Ginny told me she was planning on finding a cure for them."

"Great! Now we'll never see her then."

"Want to go see her now?" Harry suggested, "Just peek inside the potions lab. See if she's all right?"

"Okay." Ron said with a shrug, since he had nothing better to do.

Entering the ministry building, Harry and Ron first went to find Hermione's time card to see if she was there.

"She is not here." Harry stated, "She hasn't been here for about a week."

"Must've taken her work home then." Ron said, pointing at the large amount of time she was gone and the short time she spent in the ministry. "She was gone for nearly two weeks, then came back again for a few hours and left again."

"Let's go to her flat."

The two wizards left the ministry and apparated near Hermione's flat and entered. Harry and Ron walked around the small living room and noticed that the furniture and color scheme was different from what they remembered.

"Looks nice." Harry said to Ron.

"Yeah." Ron said as he went straight to the refrigerator. "EW!" He exclaimed, spitting and holding up the carton of milk to see that it was expired. "What?" Ron said, in response to Harry's narrowed eyes, "I was thirsty." he protested, closing the refrigerator door.

Harry sighed at his growling stomach and continued his search for Hermione. As he stepped toward her book shelf, Harry gasped.

"What is it Harry?" Ron whispered as he pulled his wand out and ran to Harry's side.

"'Mione normally place her books in alphabetical order by the author's last name - but look!" Harry pointed, "They're in order by the first names!"

"'Mione'll be furious when she see this!" Ron shouted.

"Who would do such a thing!"

"It could be Fred or George - or - or Ginny!"

"Well, Ginny did say she was going to find a way to lighten Hermione's mood."

"Yeah," Ron nodded, "a joke between girls. Probably had a good laugh."

When the wizards entered the Hermione's bedroom, both gasped at what they saw.

"Ginny's been bugging her for weeks about it, but I never thought 'Mione would do it..." Harry said to himself.

"She finally surrendered..." Ron said.

"Hermione is getting a getting a new wardrobe." They said in unison.

Harry cautiously stepped toward the pile, with mixtures of witch and muggle robes.

"This must be the trash pile." said Ron as he went to the other side of the pile and pulled out a sweater with a floral design on it.

Harry turned his head. The sweater was his attempt at a gift to Hermione for one of her birthdays. Usually Ginny would have helped him in selecting gifts, but she was too busy with her Quiddtch practice at the time, which left Harry on his own. The result was the heavy floral sweater Ron was holding. In his defense, it had all of Hermione's favorite colors on it.

"Maybe she out grew it?" said Ron, trying very hard to hide his laugh by covering his mouth with his hand.

Harry's pale cheeks turned a few shades of red at Ron's words and actions. It wasn't until he spied a certain knitted scarf that he smirked. "Yup," Harry nodded, falsely attempting to hide his smirk as he pulling out the bright pink scarf, "definitely the trash pile."

"Hey! I gave her that!" Ron shouted as he dropped the sweater and pulled the rest of the scarf out.

"Maybe she out grew it?" Harry imitated Ron's tone and actions from earlier.

"Out grew! - How can someone out grow a scarf?"

"I told you, you should have picked a different color." Harry stated.

"What? Every girl likes pink."

Harry shrugged. "Girls...who knows what they think or like - especially in fashion."

Ron snorted and changed the subject. "If she's not in the ministry, not at her flat than most likely, she's with her parents." he deducted.

"Her mum must've done this." Harry gestured to the pile. "Who else would Hermione let reorganize her belongings."

"Yeah and she bought 'Mione new bed sheets too." Ron said, pointing at the fresh new sheets. "But why did her mum picked green and silver sheets. Makes it look like a Slytherin's room!" he finished by making a gagging motion.

"Honestly Ron, Slytherins aren't that bad -"

"Oh no! Harry, 'Mione's rubbing off on you." Ron joked as he left her room.

"Hope not." Harry muttered, appearing as if he was trying to shake something off him before he too, followed Ron out. "Let's -" But before Harry could finish his sentence, a loud and noticeable growl interrupted him. Harry gazed at Ron, "You're still hungry?"

"Yeah."

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"Harry! Ginny!" Molly Weasley said, hugging the couple, lingering on Ginny as her hands sadly caress the ends of her daughter's hair at her neck.

"Muuuum. It'll grow back." Ginny told her mother for the million time. "Besides, you're always complaining about Bill and Charlie's having long hair."

"I know that," Molly sobbed as her hands hovered over Ginny's hair, "but must you cut it so short."

"Yeah!" Shouted Fred.

"People are mistaking you for Ron lately -" George added.

"Angelina said that -"

"Lavender told her -"

"That she saw -"

"Ron hugging Hermione at the ministry." The twins finished with a grin, for they knew that Lavender saw Ginny from behind with Hermione and thought she was Ron.

"AHA!" Ron exclaimed, "So, it was you!" he pointed accusingly at Ginny.

"Me, what?" demanded Ginny.

"Lavender threw me out the other day - claiming I was cheater on her with Hermione!"

"Oh my!" Molly gasped.

"Wait!" Ginny shouted raising her arms, "She threw you out? When?"

"Three days ago!" Ron huffed without thinking.

"Three days?" Ginny repeated, lost in thought for a few seconds before slowing turning toward Harry. A certain memory came to Ginny's mind: two nights ago of Harry appearing red faced and nervous and suggesting they put up a silencing charm in their bedroom. When she asked him what was wrong, his face flushed even red-er and he kissed her. The more Ginny thought about it, the more she realized that whenever she questioned Harry about something he would kissed her and they would make love. Afterward she would forget about what they were talking about and what she was going to ask him. Was he only kissing her because he meant to distract her from the truth?

Harry reflexively took a step back. By the look on Ginny's face, he knew she had already figured it out. "He had nowhere else to go!" He protested, quickly building up his defense.

Meanwhile, Fred and George pulled out a fairly large bag of sweets and reclined on their own chairs, watching the show. It wasn't until the twins sensed a the eyes of their mother on them did they turned to face her. On instinct, Fred, the nearest to his mother, drew closer to George. One would think that grown adults as themselves would have lost the fear of their mother, not the least bit.

"Why are you mad at us mum?" Fred asked.

"We haven't done anything." George said.

"Haven't done anything you say?" Molly snapped.

George moved closer to Fred, making certain that their mother didn't hear him. "You swore she wouldn't find out." he whispered.

"Who was it that told Ginny, she would fly faster if she cut her hair?"

The twins breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know...

"It was only a suggestion." proclaimed George.

"We didn't think she'd take it seriously." Fred added.

"Well, she did. And look what happened." Molly gestured to the Harry, Ron and Ginny, arguing.

"Oh! Come on." Said Fred.

"You can't throw this." George waved at the wizards and witch.

"At us." Fred finished.

Meanwhile, Harry continued to negotiate with Ginny over Ron.

"You should've seen him! He was so broken and miserable -" Harry argued.

"I can't believe you Harry! You. Let. Him." She pointed at Ron, "stay in our house,our house, for three days - without telling me?"

"I always meant to, but things always came up."

"Yes! Things that you caused in order to distract me!"

"Ginny," Ron butted in, "you have to tell Lavender that it was all your fault."

"Shut it Ron!"

"You shut it!"

"Don't you tell my Ginny to shut it!"

The arguing wizards and witches went silent, the moment they heard Bill cleared his throat. The eldest Weasley shook his head at them and turned back to the hearth, telling Fleur to wait a moment. Quickly, not wanting the children to see them arguing, the occupants of the room straighten up and warmly welcomed Fleur, and the children, whom were waiting and wondering what was happening at the other side.

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"Hermione."

"Oh, Draco," Hermione said, turning around to face him, "You frighten me."

"Sorry." Draco apologized, "I didn't mean to startle you. It's just... I need to speak with you, alone."

Draco pulled Hermione close.

"It's about Blaise." he whispered.

"What about Blaise?" Hermione asked, curious by Draco's secretive behavior.

"Hermione," Draco said, staring into her eyes, "It is important that you know this... about Blaise..." he voice trailed as he looked behind him, seeming worried that someone would walk in and find them.

"What? What is it?" Hermione pressed.

Draco inwardly smirked to himself. He spent hours thinking of a foul proof way to returned Blaise for his kindness of letting him witness him and taking Hermione. And this, he thought, is going to be fun...

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More cliffhangers to come! ;P