If Only She Knew

disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything you recognise, that credit goes to J.K Rowling

NOTE: you have to remember that even though this is set after The Deathly Hallows, the 19 years later does not apply =]

Harry walked down the quiet lane heading towards the Burrow. He went over there for Sunday roast every week, and he had done ever since he'd ended the war. The Burrow always seemed empty nowadays, since Ron and Hermione had gotten married, and now lived a few towns away. Ginny was now living in Ireland with her 'oh so perfect' fiancée Joe, and George spent all his time working in the shop. Charlie was back in Romania studying a new found breed of dragon, and Bill, Fleur and their two children were in Paris, as it was nearer to Fleur's family. Percy came over rarely, though more often than Ginny ever did. After the final battle, Ginny would have nothing to do with Harry, and he just didn't know why. Well, he had a few thoughts as to why, but their relationship weakened by the days, until eventually they didn't speak.

As Harry stepped into the kitchen, Molly pounced on him. Pulling him into a bone crushing Weasley hug.

"Hello Molly, its nice to see you", Harry said whilst clutching his arm which had been crushed during the hug. The guests for the evening's dinner included a heavily pregnant Hermione, her husband and Charlie. He had come home for the weekend saying he missed his mothers home cooking.

"Harry dear, you look like you haven't eaten in days". She turned to the stairs "dinner Charlie!" and then turned to the entrance to the living room and did the same for Ron, Hermione and Arthur who had just come in from work. "When was the last time you ate, sweet?" Molly asked shoving him into a chair at the large table.

"I…um…just grab this and that when I get peckish." Molly raised her hands to her hips and she gave Harry a stern look which made him slightly nervous. The guests for the evenings Whilst Harry and his extended family ate, they talked about a variety of different things including work at the ministry, quidditch, babies ad then Harry's least favorite subject was brought up.

"So Harry son how's your love-life?" asked Arthur between mouthfuls of food. Harry knew that the Weasley's already knew the answer to that question. Harry had no love-life and hadn't done in a long time. Since things with Ginny never had a happy ending, Harry hadn't gotten into any serious relationships. Of course he had the odd girlfriend here and there in the past 5 years, but nothing ever worked out. Harry just devoted himself to his job, as a professional quidditch player. More fame and fortune Harry didn't care for, but he loved the sport, knew he was good at it, so why wouldn't he take an offer from the canons?

"What love life? There's no-one for me Mr. Weasley" Harry replied, trying to move away from the subject as quickly as possible. He let out a small squeal when he received a kick from under the table from none other than Hermione. He flashed a slight glance at her as she mouthed 'Liar' to him. He diverted his eyes away from her and carried on eating in silence whilst the rest of the Weasley's chatted about their eventful lives.

"Why are you being so rude?" the handsome man said with his hands on his hips, looking down upon an uninterested Ginervra Weasley. At 21 years of age she was still being treated as a child, by her own fiancée! She sat on the cosy arm chair with her legs wrapped underneath her and she had a big book on her lap. As she looked up into the sparkling blue eyes before her, she pulled the fallen long red curls of hair our of her eyes.

"What are you going on about, dear?" she asked, sniggering at the position he was currently standing in "I have to say, you do resemble my mother quite a bit standing like that". He frowned down at her and then mumbled 'Funny' under his breath.

"Ginny, why do you read such muggle crap?" he said taking the book from her and shoving it to the side. Before she could argue he continued to speak "you should be spending more time with me." After he finished, he stared at her waiting for a reply.

Harry paced the living room of the Burrow in front of the fireplace. He stopped occasionally to look at the moving family images assembled on the mantle piece. There was one of the family in Egypt, another of Ron as a toddler, holding a baby Ginny, which made Harry laugh. Every time little Ronald tried to wave to the camera, he nearly dropped poor Ginny. Harry thought for a moment, and then moved to look at the next picture. 'Ah Ginny' he thought. The picture was from the day she graduated from Hogwarts. Her usual curly hair was straight and hung loosely down her back. Her big brown eyes smiled as well as she did and the freckles that spread across her nose lightly were also beautiful. The quiet crackling of the fire was disturbed when the flames they turned green and began to roar loudly. Molly and Arthur came running into the room, followed by the newest Weasley weds and Charlie. Harry backed well away as Miss Weasley stepped out from the flames. Harry thought she looked stunning, as always, in her tartan kilt that rested just above her knees, a black role neck jumper, witch black tights and black knee high boots. To top it off she was wearing a red open mac, which Harry thought complemented the outfit. The Weasley's all stood and gaped at her, whilst Harry backed away, not wanting any trouble upon her arrival. She smiled at them, before saying "Hello Weasley's!"

Ginny hugged her parents, brothers and her sister in law close to her. She really had missed them an awful lot, two years is a long time away from the ones you love most. She looked around the room for any other missed family members; though Ginny found someone she certainly didn't miss…much.

"If it isn't Harry bloody boy who lived but still can't get enough of fame so I'll display my life even more through the canons Potter" she said, all in one breath. Harry smirked, though it was obvious he was already uncomfortable. 'Good' she mused, 'he deserves to feel like that'. She pulled a miniature trunk out of her coat pocket and enlarged it. Whilst she didn this, Harry replied to her comment.

"is it isn't Ginny the girl who is too stubborn for her own good so ill run away with some Irish poncy boy to avoid facing up to my ex oh and ill hex anyone who gets in my way Weasley" this was also said in one breath and the pair just stared at each other, both looking annoyed, Harry slightly amused.

"Cor gin, that was as good as yours…Gonna stand for that?" Charlie said with a huge grin and wide eyes, just waiting for something to happen. There were a few more moments of silence before Ginny just said "no" before levitating her trunk and strutting out of the room. When the trunk reached Harry, Ginny muttered something under her breath and the trunk fell heavily on his toes. He literally screamed in pain, implying the trunk must've been full and heavy.

"Blimey Ginny, how long you staying for?" Ron said, helping Harry to his feet and shrinking the trunk again. Ginny took the trunk back from him and returned it to her pocket. She turned to face them all.

"Ever. I'm going to bed. Night" she said with a tired smile, then turned to Harry, gave him an evil smirk and then skipped off to bed.

The next morning Ginny woke up in her mess of a bedroom at approximately 9.30 am. She sat up in bed and looked around her childhood room. Memories flooded to her mind. Reading magazines about her favorite witches, wizards and quidditch, getting ready to be a bridesmaid for both Fleur and Hermione. Her last kiss with Harry. She definitely had to do something with that room or she'd go crazy. Ginny trudged down the stairs in a big baggy Harpies t-shirt, contrasting with her tiny frame and a tiny pair of shorts. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs to yawn widely, it was too early in the morning to walk and yawn at the same time. She then smiled at the smell of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen, she had really missed that. She said good morning to her father, who was running late for work, then to Ron and Hermione who had an appointment to get to at St. Mungo's. Ginny was incredibly excited when she heard the news of the pregnancy and made so much effort to get to see the couple. Her plans were ruined when her so called fiancée said he wanted to spend more time with her and blocked all ways of her magically leaving Ireland. 'Psycho' she thought to herself.

"So Ginervra, I assume the reason you're here forever is due to Mr. McMahan. Though as you're still wearing that rock on your finger, I maybe wrong" Molly said as she watched her daughter pile food onto her plate. Ginny stopped, looked at her finger, then pulled it off and chucked it in the bin.

"That's better" she said with a sigh of relief. Molly folded her arms and raised an eyebrow at her daughter, forcing her to explain her reasoning.

"Right, basically, Joes a completely obsessive physcho who only cares about him self and not about the people he's supposed to love!"

"Anyone could've told you that" said Harry's voice from the door frame. Ginny ignored his comment and continued.

"I had to travel to his parents so I could use their floo network! He blocked outs off! That's why I could hardly see you, but I knew you were all too important to me, so I ran" she explained, then added "he was a bloody pretty boy as well" and finished with a nod of her head.

"You notice that, only now?" said Harry's voice again. Ginny turned to look at Harry, who was leaning against the door frame, with a cocky look on his face. She rolled her eyes at him, and then went back to something much more important to her, her breakfast.