A/N: This is set in same AU as "All Fixed With Tea" and does follow on from the story lines in there. BUT I have tried to write this so it could be read separately. All reviews, follows and favs much appreciated. Writings this is a passion I've recently found. I'll upload as I can, hopefully once a day.

Disclaimer: I own no rights to Harry Potter, film or books, they are all J K Rowlings.

Word count without A/N: 690

Prologue:

Summer 1998

Harry stood nervously in the kitchen talking to Kreacher as he prepared the food for the evening,

"Are you sure this is her favourite meal?" Harry said nervously.

"Yes" replied Kreacher, "I specifically asked Dobby what always needed replacing near Ginny's section on the Gryffindor table and this was it Master"

Kreacher laid the table in the dining room and soon the smells of roast chicken, roast potatoes with vegetables and a pudding of Jam Roly Poly with custard filled the house.

The knock came on the door not long after. Ginny stood there looking radiant and as Harry welcomed her in she took stock of the rooms around her, she couldn't believe the transformation having not stepped through the door since they left after Sirius's death.

"Wow Harry, this place looks wonderful now, not very you, but clean and homely" stated Ginny.

Harry was being modest and wouldn't take credit, instead directing Ginny's attention to Kreacher, who had appeared to inform them dinner was ready.

The meal went well, and conversation flowed between the two of them. It was once the meal was finished and Harry lead Ginny to the lounge looking at fulfilling the Ps on his letter that the atmosphere changed. They settled on the sofa and Harry gently placed his arm round her, drawing her closer, his lips finding their familiar place on hers, whilst his hand slowly moved lower looking at exploring new areas. As he moved though something in his head felt wrong. It was like being with his sister, but then he put that to the back of his mind, this was his best friends sister, of course they were close, so he went to try again.

Meanwhile Ginny's hand moved to his waist, her fingers lightly stroking his side. But then the same thoughts ran through her head, this felt wrong. They both pulled away and looked into each others eyes, and at that exact time the both came to the same conclusion, the spark had died. The clumsily untangled themselves and shortly after Ginny departed, less than 10 words had been said after the incident.

What neither of the realised was the reason behind the change…...

Ginny got home to The Burrow, she went straight upstairs to her room. Ignoring the calls of her name from her parents, siblings and Hermione. She needed to be alone. What had just happened?! She had been fixated with Harry since his first year in Hogwarts, before she was even a student. The morning back in 1991 when he'd shyly asked her mum how to get on to the platform, she would never forget that morning. Then when he saved her with Ron's help from the Chamber of Secrets, she still blushed scarlet when she thought of those first years and her behaviour towards him. Then when Harry wasn't reciprocating her feelings she'd thought it was because of his friendship with Ron, so she had dated other boys, but that hadn't felt right either, but again she put that down to them not being Harry. Then Harry had kissed her. Properly kissed her. It was like fantasy becoming reality. But they never got chance to take it further before he went off to fight the war, leaving her behind 'For her own good. To protect her'.

And now, finally, with the war over she'd thought they could be back on track. Have a real relationship. Go on dates. Walk in the park. Sit and read in front of a log fire. But it didn't happen. The feeling of wrongness. Ginny felt a shiver run through her body. She felt bad not saying anything before she departed but what could she have said? Because in Ginny's head this wasn't to do with Harry anymore, this was about her. The old adage 'Its not you, it's me' really did apply in this situation.

So Ginny got out a quill and some parchment, took advantage of her birthday the previous week to magic herself a cup of coffee, sat by her window and wrote to the one person she thought might understand.

Luna,

Help! Disaster! I think I've just split up with Harry, for good.

So this is what happened...