A/N: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the characters. That honor goes to J.K. Rowling. Thank you. This was written before the final book was released and this is set after Year 7.
The sound of a bell tinkling brought Ginny Weasley from the back of her small bakery. She wiped her hands clean with a dishtowel while saying,
"Hello how may I help you today?"
"I would like to order a cake for my brother's wedding," answered Fred.
"Fred! Oh I haven't seen you in a month. How's George," she asked.
"Oh just fine and excited about the wedding next month," he said.
"How is Angelina," she asked.
"Wonderful when we see her. She's been so busy," he said.
"Planning the wedding I presume," she said.
Fred shook his head and then handed her a small sheet paper which she recognized with the familiar scrawl of her brother. She smiled at Fred and said,
"Well I will begin working on this a few days before the wedding," she said.
"This will be a high priority order, correct," he asked.
"Of course it will be high priority! It is for my favorite brother after all," she said.
"Your second favorite brother you mean," Fred daunted.
"Well actually Bill has been my favorite brother," she said.
"Ouch…that hurt Ginny," he said.
"The truth hurts…deal with it," she replied.
Fred gave her a not-so-convincing glare that made her realize that he was joking. She smiled at him and bid him goodbye as he walked out the door. She gave a long sigh and thought, 'If only this cake was for my own wedding.' She quickly straightened herself up and began to work on her éclairs and small cookies for the children that came in often with their mothers. Just as she was beginning to put the cookies in the over she heard the bell tinkle yet once again. She went to the front of the store and saw that a couple of people had entered and was looking at the cake she had completed the night before. One of the customers, a woman, came over and decided to order a cake for her daughter's birthday that was in a week. Ginny happily filled out the order form and smiled when the woman told her that her daughter's name was Molly. The woman soon left and so did the other customer that was with her. She went to the back and got the cookies she had put in before she left. She put them on a cookie sheet to cool and was just about to begin working on a batch of brownies when the bell jingled yet once again.
"Oh for crying out loud," she said to no one.
She walked out to the front of the store for the third time in thirty minutes. Just as she began to ask if they need anything she stopped dead in her tracks. Although the customer's back was turned towards her she recognized that mess of hair from anywhere.
"Harry," she whispered.
He spun around and Ginny then realized that it was definitely him when her eyes came in contact with vivid green ones. He looked at her for moment as if trying to believe that it was her.
"Ginny," he asked unsurely.
"Harry," she asked again.
"Yes it is me," he said.
"Oh my…it's been so long," she said.
"It's only been three years Ginny," he said.
"For me that's too long," she replied.
"Oh…well," was all he could say.
"Where have you been," she asked.
"Well ever since I became an Auror I was sent to many different locations," he replied.
"So did any place ever catch your eye," she asked.
"Not really," he replied.
"Fred is getting married next month," she said.
"Oh really, let me guess, Angelina," he replied.
"Correct, so are you err…seeing anyone," she asked.
"No, no one," he replied.
Ginny felt a relief when he said that, although she didn't know why. She smiled at him for a moment and said,
"So why are you in here?"
"I was hungry for something and thought I would stop here," he said.
"Anything you want," she asked.
'You,' he thought. 'Where did that come from,' he thought. He shook his head and said,
"I think I will take a brownie if that is what is baking."
Her eyes widened and she suddenly ran to the back of the store. She found the oven having small wisps of smoke being emitted from it. She quickly opened it and the smell of burnt brownies was thrown into the air. She quickly fanned the air in front of her and jumped when she heard Harry ask from the doorway,
"Need any help?"
"No I've got it under control," she said.
"I think I will take a rain check on those brownies," he said.
"I do believe you will have to," she said.
He smiled at her and grabbed a cookie from the pan on the table.
"Hey," she said.
"What," he asked.
"Those are for my paying customers," she said.
"Well in that case," he said as he laid a Knut down.
She smiled at him and said,
"Why thank you," she said.
"You're welcome," he replied.
She began to work on a new batch of brownies when she realized that he was no longer in the room. She went to the front of the store and found him standing there looking out the window. She leaned against the door frame and just stared at him for a moment. She was broken from her reverie when she noticed that he had turned to face her. He was looking at her with curiousness.
"Ginny why were you staring at me," he asked.
Ginny blushed slightly when he asked her this and he smiled at her.
"It's nice to know that I can still do that to you," he said.
"I was staring at you because…I don't know," she said.
"Oh, I was just noticing the nice weather outside when I felt you staring at me," he said.
She looked at him for a moment before asking,
"Are you glad to be back?"
"Yes very glad. Well I think I will leave and go see Ron," he said.
"All right, I'll see you later," she said.
Just as he was part way out the door he turned around suddenly and said,
"Ginny would you like to go out for dinner tonight?"
"Sure how about around 6:30," she asked.
"That's good enough for me," he replied.
As soon as the door shut Ginny smiled and said,
"I can't wait for 6:30."