Author's Tidbit: This itsy bitsy one-shot came up to me one day, smacked me upside the head, and said "Write me!" *gulp* "Yes ma'am!" So it shall be written...

Ginny heaved a sigh as she threw open the door to her flat. What a day…

Pulling off her cloak, she tossed it on the armchair by the front door. She walked down the hallway to her bedroom, stripping as she went, leaving a trail of clothes behind. Now naked, she turned to the master bath and plugged it, adding bath salts to the now running water. With another sigh, she slowly sank in, reveling in the vanilla scented steam swirling around the small room. I can't believe Harry thought I was still in love with him…the git. She snorted to herself as she lathered up her bath poof. As if I would carry a crush on him ten years later? And not only that, he knows I'm married, what the bloody hell was he thinking? As she was the Head Med-Witch for St. Mungos, the Ministry of Magic called upon her skills for harsh cases. (When the Aurors were a little too careless in their apprehensions of the last remaining Death Eaters from the war...) Still to this day, she never understood why Harry insisted that they always go to her. She knew she was good, (she would not be Head-Medic if she wasn't), but the fact that he insisted for the Med-Witch on call for the M.O.M. was to be her specifically still irked her. She knew it had to do with her husband, especially after tonight. And that's part of the problem, she thought, Harry can't fathom why I wouldn't still be in love with him. Ginny stretched in the tub and finished washing up, drying off with the silver and green towel hanging next to the shower curtain. Wrapping the towel around her, she strode from the master bath to the bedroom…and stopped. There were candles lit everywhere. She glanced over to the bed and saw a small silver inlaid jewelry box sitting on the green micro-suede comforter. Grinning, Ginny walked over and plucked it up. Opening it, she saw a small note on the top.

I Love You.

Tears sparkled on her lashes as she moved the small parchment aside revealing a sapphire necklace glittering brilliantly. Strong arms encircled her waist as she stared in awe at the beautiful necklace.

"Happy anniversary luv." The low husky voice whispered in her ear, as he rested his chin on her right shoulder.

Ginny turned within the muscled arms and reached up to stroke the face of the man she's loved dearly for years on end. "Happy Anniversary Draco." She whispered.