Thanks to my few reviewers for 'Finally' It was nice to be added to quite a few favourite lists aswell, here is the sequel, I enjoyed writing this one but am going to tease with a chapter at a time, Please,please,please review I will update chapters when I've received a few!!

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Chapter 1

"Gin," came Hermione's voice through the bedroom door, "We're off to Luna and Neville's now, I said I'd help her with the preparations," the door opened and she looked at Ginny, still laid in her bed at six o clock in the evening. "You are coming to this party aren't you?" she asked, "Luna will be so disappointed if you're not there."

"I know, so don't worry," she said in a gloomy voice, "I'll be there."

"Don't forget to take a shower first," Hermione replied. Ginny responded by throwing a cushion at the door and Hermione ducked her head out just in time. "I was only saying," she called though the now closed door.

"Whatever," Ginny growled in a loud voice. She listened for the sound of the flat's main door locking behind Hermione and Ron as they left and then laid back down in the bed. Luna wouldn't mind if she was a bit late, she was lucky that Ginny would be there at all, though she reminded herself that it wasn't Luna's fault that she had just blown her relationship with Harry into smitherines, literally, no that was her fault and her fault only, well mostly. She sat up in bed and looked at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, if it had been a magical mirror it would have winced at her reflection. She hadn't been in a shower for three days, she had barely been out of bed for three days. She had slumped around Hermione and Ron's flat in baggy trousers and a jumper since she had walked out on Harry three days ago. She had moped around, not caring about her appearance or anything, reliving the awful moment when she had told Harry that she never wanted to see him again as long as she lived and then blown his firebolt into a million pieces with the flick of her wand. She groaned and laid back down on the bed smothering her face with a pillow. Would Luna really be that mad if she didn't go to the party? She didn't think she could actually face Harry yet without losing all her dignity, she had said some unspeakable things to him, all lies to try and hurt him, and she was so angry with herself for doing it. A whole year of blissful happiness over in barely half an hour, and all because of one stupid little thing. It was no good though, she would have to make an appearance at the party, it was Luna and Neville's first wedding anniversary party, it would have been her and Harry's too she thought if she hadn't been so stupid. She had not planned on braking up with him three days before it, but rather had thought up a romantic day for the two of them, continuing well into the night after they had excused themselves early from the party. She grimaced as she thought that she'd still have to excuse herself early, but only to return to this lonely bedroom in Hermione and her brother's flat. She couldn't even go home to her own flat as she had let it go only three months before when Harry had made her realise that she was paying rent for no reason as she spent almost every night over at his flat.

"It's just an expensive storage room," he had said to her one night after they had eaten at his place and curled up on the sofa together. "Why don't you just move in here," he had continued shyly.

"Are you serious?" she had replied grinning from ear to ear as she had thought, at the time, that nothing would be more perfect than living with Harry. So that's what had happened, she had let her flat go to a girl at work and spent three amazing months living with the man who still made her go a little weak at the knees when he kissed her. And then it had happened, the argument to end all arguments, or rather the argument to end their relationship.

"Argh!" she screamed at her reflection in the mirror as she replayed it one more time. Okay so maybe she had taken it a little too far. It had been the end of a long day at work and she had gone for a drink at the Leaky Cauldron with a few workmates to relax and wash the patient's problems away. She hadn't meant to be late but she knew Harry wouldn't mind anyway, he wasn't the possessive kind, usually. Anyway, she did on occasion visit the pub after work and Harry had decided once it had gotten quite late to come and find her, though he had unfortunately found her in a possibly compromising position. They had been playing a silly, muggle, American game called suck and blow, a beer mat was passed around a circle one person sucked it while he other blew to pass it from mouth to mouth. The problem was, just as Harry had flooed into the fireplace the idiotic, young intern, Michael, who had already professed his intentions to date Ginny, even though he knew about Harry, was just about to suck the mat from Ginny's mouth, however being the cocky git that he was he stopped sucking, letting the mat fall to the ground, and kissed her smack on the lips, taking her completely by surprise. She had pushed him away laughing but scowling at him all the same, and then she'd seen Harry over his shoulder with a face like thunder. Okay so maybe he did have a right to be a little possessive of her, and angry at the little runt, but smacking him in the face had not been a brilliant move on Harry's part and ordering him to "Stay away from his girl," was more than Ginny could take in front of all her workmates, she had grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the fireplace, demanding that they discussed this at home. That was where she had completely lost it with him.

"Do you really think I wanted to kiss him?" she had screeched.

"Of course not Gin, but he did, and it's been obvious for a while, does he actually know that we are going out, that we are living together?"

"Of course he does," she barked in reply, "Do you think I keep our relationship hidden at work? No! Everyone knows about you, especially him, and he knows I am not going to go anywhere near him."

"Doesn't seem to make a difference though does it? Or have you not made it clear enough to him that you're my girl." Usually being called Harry's girl would make her smile but in this situation it had only aggravated her further. "Your girl? Your Girl? Actually I am my own girl thank you very much Mr Potter. And I will not have you, a," she counted off on her fingers, "Embarrassing me in front of my workmates and b, hitting the stupid idiots who have a thing about me."

"If he tries to do anything like that again then I will, however much it embarrasses you, the cheeky little arsehole!" he had glared at her angrily then and she had flared once more.

"I will not have a jealous boyfriend Harry Potter, I've been there before and you saw how well that turned out, I can look after myself without you, thank you." She glowered at him angrily feeling the heat rise through her body. This was the first real argument they had had, and it was going badly.

"Ginevra Weasley, if some jumped up little intern is going to grope you in a public place, then I am going to make my feelings about it VERY clear, I won't have you doing anything with that guy out of work ever again, do you understand me?."

"HARRY," she had screamed, "You will not dictate to me what I will and will not do, or who I will or will not see. I understand VERY clearly that you will be without a girlfriend if you do not take that back."

"I will not have a girlfriend going behind my back and seeing a bloke I have told her to stay away from."

"In that case Harry Potter you won't have a girlfriend 'going behind your back' simply because you won't have a girlfriend!" With that she had looked around the room for something to vent her anger on, other than Harry, and her eyes had settled on the most precious thing that Harry had, his firebolt. With one quick sweep she had pulled her wand out of her robes, pointed it at the broom, yelled 'Reducto' and the broom had splintered into a million or so pieces." Harry's face had exploded right after it screaming, "GET OUT!" to which she had replied. "Don't worry, I'm going, and if I never see you again it'll be too soon, we're through Harry Potter, get it? Over!" and with that she had grabbed a handful of clothes from the wardrobe and apparated from the flat, fuming with him. She had walked around Diagon Alley in the dark for a few hours trying to cool down, calling Harry every possible name she could think of before realising she had nowhere to go. "Shit!" she had said aloud before apparating to the only place she could think of, Ron and Hermione's place. Hermione had opened the door to a bedraggled looking Ginny at close to midnight and she had sheepishly asked if she could stay for a few days until she sorted herself out as she and Harry were over. Hermione had gagged and opened the door, leading her to the spare bedroom where she had spent the next few days, alone and miserable.

She looked at her watch and realised that in less than two hours she would have to be enclosed in the same house as Harry for at least a couple of hours. But she had to just suck it up and do it. She'd have to face him sometime, he was her brother's best friend and the family loved him almost more than they loved her so he wasn't going to go away, they would have to stumble through this roadblock with grace and dignity in tact and become 'friends' once more. She plunged her face into her hands and screamed before standing up and heading into the bathroom for her first shower in three days. She had decided that a shower would be best, she usually preferred a bath but it had been a while since she had bathed alone and the idea of doing it now did not appeal to her. She thought back on her last bath, just three days ago, the morning before the break up, she and Harry often shared a morning bath if they woke early. She would shave him, even though he could do it magically, he said that when she shaved him he went into a sort of trance and she enjoyed being able to do something special for him. Almost every bath would end in sex once they made it back to the bedroom, or couch, or even the bathroom floor on occasion. Ginny smiled as she thought about this and then frowned as she realised it wouldn't ever happen again. Right "Shower," she said aloud shaking her head clear of thoughts of Harry, although that task was almost impossible. She stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to fall onto her face, trying to drown away her thoughts of him.

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