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Ginny closed the door and sat down across from Hermione. She hated these monthly meetings. She didn't keep in touch with her family anymore, so Hermione was supposed to check on her. Hermione closed her book and gave Ginny a menu. "I've already ordered," she said.

Ginny examined the suddenly interesting ceiling. It was white, she saw. "I'm sorry. Madame Malkin needed some extra help closing up."

"What do you do there, anyway?" Hermione asked.

"I assist Madame Malkin," Ginny said.

"You mean you assist Madame Malkin's male customers?"

"No! I help female ones too."

"Come on. You're basically a robes prostitute. You spend some time with them in the fitting room, and then they leave you a tip," Hermione prodded.

"All I do is help them but their robes!" Ginny fumed.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "All right. Then why did you start dating that fellow Peter after you 'helped' him?"

"It's not an interesting topic. Please!"

"Fine. But stop sucking on your spoon. It's disgusting," Hermione retorted. Ginny realized she was indeed sucking on her spoon. She blushed and stared at her fingers. She thought they were fat. She wondered what her ring size was.

"How's Sam?" Hermione interrupted.

"Sam? Sam who?"

"Sam who! Sam-Your-Boyfriend." Hermione said.

"Sam-Who-Is-My-Boyfriend-Anymore? I wouldn't know."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "How many boyfriends have you had in the past year? Five at least!"

"None of your business," Ginny mumbled. "Speaking of love lives, when are you and Ben going to get back together?"

Hermione looked shocked. "We don't work well. You know that! What a rude thing to say."

Ginny ignored her. "I'm leaving," she announced. "This is pointless."

Hermione stood up. "Ginny, you can't! I have to make sure you're OK."

"What do you mean, 'OK?' I'm doing great. I've got a job, a flat, a love life…and who does it matter so much to, anyways?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you who. But my concern is that you haven't got any friends. You go through boyfriends practically every week but you don't seem to love them-"

"Stop analyzing me! My life is my life! You and everyone else aren't included. And I know who want to know. It's my mum. She won't stop trying to live through me!"

"It's not Molly," Hermione said quietly. "And stop yelling. You're making a scene."

"I'm sorry," Ginny muttered. "Let's go."

"But I already ordered."

"So? We're doing the café a bigger favor by leaving." It was true. The other diners looked irritated. Ginny tugged Hermione's arm and the two witches left.