Ginny ran around her house, pulling her fiery locks into her awaiting hand, rubber band dangling from her mouth and green robes half pulled on her shoulders. It was supposed to be her day off, but one of her patients had a slight problem. And by slight this witch was on the brink of death. But strenuous times were where she strived. When she finally had her hair up, shoes on, and robes in check, she pulled out her wand and apparated to St. Mungo's.

She popped at the front desk and looked at the secretary, a thirty something woman with frosted brown hair and light green eyes.
"Room number?"
"518."
"Maternity ward?" She handed Ginny the folder and Ginny popped to the door of the room. Screams were coming from behind the door and Ginny bust through. A woman, early twenties, was laying on the bed, her boyfriend holding her hand.
"Honey, it's okay, the doctors here." It was returned with more screams.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked. The boyfriend looked up.
"We were lying in bed last night and she said something felt wrong with the baby, but we just thought he was sitting weird or something, but this morning when she woke up she said it hurt more, not too bad just not right. We thought it would go away, but-" his girlfriend screamed again.
"When's the due date?"
"In a month and a half." Ginny sighed. She opened the folder and went through the family backgrounds quickly and found what was causing this.
"The baby is breech. She's probably been in labor since last night and with your family history the baby could be in danger and so could your wife. I see she has a clotting disease."
"Yeah. Can you help her?"
"I'll try my best."

And that's what she did. After eight hours in the room, flipping, delivering, and tending to the baby and mother, Ginny was sure that the baby and mother were alright and would live happy, healthy lives. And now said witch was sitting at home curled on the couch with her kitten Grimm and a pint of ice cream, trying to forget the events of the night prior. Everything started off normal, they introductions were nice, the questions were simple, "what was your favorite part about Hogwarts?", "Is it weird being on dates now?", "A doctor?". But after a couple shots of fire whiskey, the questions turned. "So, being a part of the Holyhead Harpies must be a lot of work, I bet you have great stamina though, right?", "So, can I compare to The Boy Who Lived in bed?", "Does the carpet match the drapes?". And Ginny lost it. She wouldn't doubt that he was still getting treated by one of her friends, who was prolonging his Bat Bogey hex that Ginny had perfected while in Hogwarts.

Ginny was about to fall asleep, head bobbing lightly when she heard a pop from her kitchen. She heard some clanking. Someone was in her kitchen.
"What do you want?" Ginny called from her spot on the couch.
"You have no good food here Gin." Came the response from a voice she'd been accustomed.
"I thought you would bring me some, you being the Herbology teacher and all Neville."
"Haha, very funny." Neville replied walking out of the kitchen. She took him in. A lot had changed since the end of the war five years ago. Neville was now the Herbology teacher, obviously, but he was also the mastermind behind new programs and protocols at Hogwarts that dealt with depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses. He'd taught many a student how to cast the Patronus charm, his Lion leading the rest. Ginny couldn't believe how far they'd gotten. Lost in her thoughts, Ginny didn't hear Neville asking her questions.
"Gin, Gin!"
"Yeah Nev?"
"So, do you want to go out? I really want to talk to someone." Ginny smiled. She could never say no to him.
"Sure." Ginny said, pushing herself off the couch and taking Neville's outstretched arm. They apparated around the corner from a little diner in Muggle London. It was around ten p.m., and not many people were around. On this night the moon shone brightly down upon the streets, glowing in the puddles left behind from today's rain showers. They walked into the diner and was greeted by a cheeky red head.
"Welcome to Don's Diner, just you two?"
"Yes please." Ginny smiled at the young woman as she led them to the booth. She put down the menus in front of them.
"What can I get for you?"
"Can I have a hot chocolate?" Neville asked kindly, and she nodded.
"I'll have the same thing."
"Alright. That will be right out for you." And she bounced to the back. Ginny looked at Neville and smiled.
"So what did you need to talk about?"
"She said it." Ginny blinked a few times.
"Who said what, Nev?"
"My mum. She said it. She said my name. Gin this is amazing." Ginny's eyes light up in delight. Neville and Ginny had been working the past five years on the Mental Wing in St. Mungo's to get them better treatment. Mr. Lockhart was their first successful patient. He hadn't been deemed 'crazy' for too long and was the perfect candidate for their treatments. They had taken Muggle medicine for treating Alzheimer's and dementia and tweaked it a little. The treatment worked well with Lockhart, and so they moved to Alice and Frank. So far they'd been getting better. Not looking around at nothing, not speaking as much gibberish. It was like teaching babies. But the struggle was worth every second, because whenever they would do something the light in Neville's eyes grew brighter. And that light was something that Ginny loved to see.
"Neville that's great! It won't be long until they really fully understand what's going on. They'll be back to their selves soon!" Ginny gripped Neville's hand and squeezed.
"I can't wait to tell my Nan. She'll be so happy. So, how are you holding up, you know, after everything?" Ginny took a deep breath. She knew she had to talk about it some time.
"It's, alright. I just… I've been on a string of terrible dates as of late."
"Have you talked to Harry yet?" Ginny let out a long breath and closed her eyes.
"No. I haven't. And really I don't want to." Two months ago Ginny had found out that Harry was cheating on her with Astoria Greengrass. Did it piss her off? Yes. Was she heartbroken? Yes. Did she want to kill The Boy Who Lived? Hell yes. Was she going to? No. A week after sulking around her house, and after she bought Grimm, she realized that the relationship between her and Harry had been falling apart for a long, long time. They had fought more often than not, and when Harry called off the engagement, and it didn't faze Ginny, that was the turning point of their relationship. That was a year ago. They had survived an almost five year relationship that shouldn't have ever made it past one. They thrived in conflict, and when there wasn't any they'd create their own. When they weren't fighting they were apart, so it was no surprise to Ginny that he'd ended up cheating. But even now there was an emptiness in her heart that stung every time his name came up.
"You're going to have to some time, you know that right?"
"I know, I've just had a lot on my plate. I got called into work today, and tomorrow is practice. My first professional quidditch game is next week. It's been difficult." Neville nodded and the waitress brought them their drinks. They sipped as they looked over the menu, nothing really sounded good, and it was really too late to eat.
"So, how are things going with Luna?" Neville sputtered and looked at Ginny as he pounded on his chest.
"It's, it's goin'." Ginny laughed and nodded her head.
"When are you going to ask her out Nev?"
"Well, I, I mean. We are just, well you see. Maybe next week, I don't know, okay?" Ginny rolled her eyes and shook her head and stood up.
"This was a great talk Neville, but I'm exhausted. I have practice tomorrow. I'll see you again later." She placed a peck on his cheek, put the money for her drink on the table, walked around the corner of the diner, and apparated back to her flat.

When her feet touched the tile in her kitchen, Grimm came running, little kitten paws thudding against the floors. Ginny grinned and waved her wand, filling the kitten's bowls with food and water, and went to bed.

The next morning came in a rush. It felt like as soon as she closed her eyes the day began again, this time a little less hectic. She had time to eat breakfast, take a long, much needed, shower, and get dressed. She looked in the mirror as she pulled on the pads. She was wearing a gold tank top and black exercise shorts. Her hair was pulled into, another, pony tail and her goggles rested on her head. She grabbed her gloves, and her wand and was off with a pop.

She appeared in the locker room early and took her broom out of her locker. She nodded and headed out to the field. She hopped on her broom and started to get a feel for the field she was practicing for. Before she knew it, the other players were there, and it was time to get down to business.

Twelve grueling, labor filled hours later Ginny flopped onto her bed, too tired to move. Grimm mewled at her and with a wave of her wand the bowls were full and the kitten ran to them. Ginny moaned from her bed and attempted to crawl into it, still on her back, pushing herself up with her feet. When she realized that was getting her nowhere she flipped onto her stomach and crawled to her pillow. Her head hit the pillow, and she was out. And that's how the rest of her week went. Wake up, eat, shower, dress, practice, come home deader than a door nail, wave the wand to feed Grimm, sleep, and repeat.

Today it was time for the Holyhead Harpie's new seeker to shine. She geared up, her emerald robes hung over her black pants and the gold talon glared up at her. All protective pads were on, and Ginny's hair was up. She grabbed her broom from her locker and lined up with the rest of them. Gwenog, still in her prime and one of the best beaters ever stood at the front of the line and Ginny couldn't help but feel nervous. Another girl, Gwen, turned to look back at Ginny and offered an encouraging smile that offered some comfort. Ginny smiled back and took another deep breath, trying to steady her heartbeat. Ginny heard the muffled announcements from the arena, and before she knew it the line was moving. The announcer began roll call.
"Captain, and beater, Gwenog Jones!" Gewnog jumped on her broom and flew out, waving to the audience. "Beater, Haily Grenalds!" And the rest fallowed suit. In the blink of an eye, Ginny was standing at the entrance to the stadium. "Chaser and seeker, Ginevra Weasley!" Ginny hopped on her broom and flew out into the stadium, which erupted with cheers. She blinked a few times as she flew to her spot in line, waving dumbstruck at the crowd before her.
"Positions!" Gwenog yelled at the girls, and they flew off to take their positions on the field while the announcer introduced the other team, Ron's favorite, the Chudley Cannons. Victor Krum leading the pack. Once the other team was introduced, the game was on.

It was forty minutes into the game, they were up, and their seeker, Dolly Grauld, was diving, climbing, and weaving between the players, following the golden blur inches in front of her, with the Cannons' seeker hot on her heels. Ginny felt as the wooshed past her and gripped the Quaffle under her arm. She flew around everyone, occasionally passing it to another girl as she shoved someone out of the way. When she neared the hoop, she heard the cat call from the keeper. She grit her teeth and did a backflip above a Cannon and circled the hoop, her robes fluttering behind her. She neared the hoop, getting ready to throw it through.
"Oi! Even if this game doesn't go down in history, I'll go down on you tonight." He flashed her a smile, and the blood boiled in her veins. Her tongue skimmed the bottom of her teeth and her eyes narrowed.
"What, thinking about what it'll be like with a rea ma-" He was cut off by Ginny shoving the Quaffle into his chest so hard he fell off his broom, and through the center hoop. Ginny dusted her hands as she flew to the center of the field for their next formation.

The game went on for another half hour before Dolly caught the Quaffle. The cheers for the team were deafening. The walked out of the locker room and were bombarded by flashes of cameras and reporters yelling, little quills floating with a pad of paper behind them. One reporter pushed her way to the front, her blonde head poked through the crowd and Ginny sighed, for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet." She introduced herself to Gwenog, sticking out her hand. Gwenog reluctantly took it and shook it by the tips of her fingers.
"We know who you are Rita."
"Well then, you won't mind a private session." She pushed the team back into the locker room and with a wave of her wand locked the rest of the others out. "Now tell me, Gwenog, when do you plan to retire."
"I don't. As you can see, I'm in my prime and doing just great."
"I see, as an older witch, you're still relatively young compared to those like, professor McGonagall, or Slughorn. You've still got a spunk. But that didn't keep you from adding new blood into your team." Rita leaned around Gwenog to glance at Ginny. "Tell me, is she to liven up the team, or is it because of her scandalous relationship with The Boy Who Lived?" Gwenog stood up and leaned to Rita's face.
"Ginny-"
"Please," Ginny cut her off, "can I rebuttle?" Gwenog smiled and held her hands at her chest as she stepped away from Rita. "Rita. I've dealt with your twisted words more than once, so I want to be sure I make this very clear, with no room your misconstructions. I've worked hard for everything I have. Harry Potter had no part in my landing this career. My skills and determination on the field have prepared me for this lifestyle choice. My relationship with Harry Potter is none of your concern, or anyone else's. The only thing of concern tonight is how hard we kicked the Chudley Cannons' arses tonight. So, please take care to leave my name out of your article. Did you get that?"
"I most certainly did." Rita smiled, stood up and left the locker room, leaving Ginny feeling very confused and suspicious.

After the mess of paparazzi, Ginny finally found her family. The ginger hoard enveloped her in a tangled web of arms. Ginny giggled and soaked in the love she was receiving. When she pushed her way out of the Weasley arms, she found herself wrapped into the arms of two awaiting people. She smiled as she pulled back and looked at the grinning faces of Neville and Luna.

"You did great Ginny!" Neville smiled as he clapped her on the back. Ginny grinned at the man and turned to Luna.
"What'd you think?"
"I think it was very entertaining. We're lucky the Heliopath's are already past here on their migration path. It wouldn't have been pleasant."
"Are those the, spirits, that light things on fire?" Neville turned and looked at Luna, whose face light up.
"Yes, they travel in groups during the-" Ginny tuned out the two and turned around, noticing someone in the shadows. She cocked her head to the side and took a step forward, trying to get a better look at the stranger in the dark. He came out of the shadows and Ginny gasped. Black messy hair, round glasses, and faint red scar. All the tell-tail signs of Harry Potter. Ginny grabbed her elbows when he got closer.
"Hey." He shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Hey." Ginny looked at her shoes.
"You did great out there Gin."
"Thanks."
"So, uh, how have you been?"
"I've, I've been good."
"That's good." Ginny nodded as a pregnant silence fell over the two as Ginny shuffled her feet.
"So… Gin, we need to talk about this. About us. I haven't seen Astoria for two months Gin. I want us to work." He grabbed her arm and she flinched. "Ginny we have to work." And those words were what set her off. She glared up into the eyes of The Boy Who Lived, and for the first time, she didn't melt, she didn't back down. She drew her wand from her robes and took Harry's arm and the two popped away from the throng of people.

Ginny appeared at her flat with Harry in hand. Grimm came tumbling in, Ginny waved her wand, and he ran into the kitchen. She turned and pointed her wand at Harry.
"What do you mean we 'have to work?' We don't have to do anything. If I remember correctly, it was you that ended our relationship. It was you who said we didn't work. And now you think coming here after two months of not cheating on me for years, will suddenly change my mind and want you back? If you think that then I really, really don't see why I fell for you in the first place!"
"Ginny, please. Put your wand away, and we can talk about this like adults." Harry said, hands held in front of his chest. Ginny grit her teeth and put her wand on the table.
"Okay. Let's talk." Ginny crossed her arms and looked at Harry expectantly. He sighed and flopped on her couch.
"Look, I know I screwed up, but Ginny, I love you. I really do. I want to make us work, no matter what the cost. I saved the wizarding world for you."
"No, you saved the wizarding world for your own sake, for yourself. I was a prize after you won. And I went along with it, so it's not entirely your fault."
"My fault, why is it always my fault?"
"Excuse me, but did I cheat on you? No. Did I date you? Yes. Did I agree to be your girlfriend? Yes. Did I agree to marry you? Yeah, I think I did. After every argument we had, who was the one to apologize? Me. Who was the one who left for days at a time after every argument? You. No matter how alone I felt, I didn't go and find someone else because I wanted to believe that we could work."
"We can work Ginny."
"No, Harry, we can't." Ginny sat on the couch, her adrenalin was fading and now she felt like a deflated balloon. She let out a sigh and collected her thoughts.

"Look, I want to scream at you, and tell you that I hate you. That I never truly loved you. But I did. I want you to know a lot of things. When people would stop me on the street, I'd tell them about you. I told strangers about you, but only the times we were happy. I'd paint pictures of you where you didn't leave a knife in my back. I became so good at it that I started believing the lies myself. And when they said how beautiful our love was, I'd just smile and wonder if you told strangers about me.

"I want you to know how I felt when I was with you. I want you to know the happiness you gave me. I want you to know how much it hurt me every time I went to bed alone. I want you to know that everything changed when you were gone. Even though thinking of you makes it hard to breathe and when I remember the times we shared and it brings a certain sadness that I can't let go, thinking of you makes me happy. Because when I picture your smile, I remember at one point, I caused it. We loved each other, just never at the same time." Ginny stood up and grabbed a handful floo powder and put it in Harry's hand. His fingers wrapped around the green powder and nodded as he stood up. Ginny walked him to the fireplace and looked him in the eyes. He raised his hand and she grabbed his sleeve.
"The moral of this story is that no matter how much we want it, some stories just don't have a happy ending." Harry looked into her eyes, begging her to ask him to stay, to make up. But she turned around and made her way into the kitchen, and Harry disappeared with a 'swoosh' and a bitter smell left behind.
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Hello there! This story is Drinny, so if you don't like it then you should probably stop reading. But if you do like Drinny then continue on. I know that there's not much "romance" in this chapter but there will be.