Here is a little story I like to call 'Supposedly a One-Night-Stand'

Please read it. And then review it. And in the review please tell me what you think. It's a working progress. Or a work in progress. Either either.

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

I felt I had gotten over it. Over the pain. That's why I came here. To France. For a new beginning. To start a new life. I left the pain and memories of the war in London.

"Mrs. Peacock, I'm going grocery shopping with Anna and we'll be back around 11." Mrs. Peacock was my boss. I looked after her daughter, Anna and she payed me for it. I lived in their spare room and did most of the cooking and looking after Anna. She was a good little girl. Reminded me of Hermione. But I shouldn't talk about Hermione. The memories had to stay in London. I promised myself I wouldn't let them follow me and haunt me. Anyway, Anna didn't exactly look like Hermione. She was eight and had long light brown hair and glasses which made her look very pretty and intelligent. She had more the personality of Hermione; very smart and rule-abiding. But when she got around her best friend, Breena, she was more spontaneous and had more fun.

Mrs. Peacock was nice and kind and very talkative. Apparently she was called Motor-Mouth when she was a child. She was divorced a few years before I arrived on the scene. I believed her to be a free-spirit and not tied down by her ex-husband as she was always making me laugh.

I loved the way I lived. There was no-one and nothing back in England for me. Mum died of grief shortly after the war, Dad was killed along with all my brothers, Hermione and...Harry. The only reason I survived was because I was only a nurse. I helped in the war by nursing everyone. I was apparently too you to fight. I was 21.

"Ginny, can we get an icecream?" Anna's voice cracked into my thoughts.

"Anna, we just had breakfast!"

"But I'm hungry!" We pulled into the butchers.

"Maybe after the shopping, okay?" She nodded.

After the butchers we went to the bakery and then the supermarket. I did miss them. All of them. Especially Harry. I didn't want him to go. I didn't want any of them to go. But I guess fate has a funny way of working. Maybe they were meant to go. No. That can't be right.

"Do we need loo paper?"

"Ginny? Ginny Weasley?" A very unfamiliar voice said from behind me as Anna tugged on my hand.

"Lavender! Hi!" It was Lavender Brown but I immediately thought of Ron and Hermione in my fifth year at Hogwarts.

"Wow, Ginny! So what are you doing now? Is this cute little thing yours?"
"Oh no. I'm an au pair. I'm looking after her. What about you, huh?" She looked beautiful, as usual. Stupid cow.

"Oh, I'm a model for Livre and I'm married to a completely gorgeous and wealthy French lawyer, Ramone Blanch and I also own Brune's Patisseries."

"Wow! You must feel very fulfilled." Rich snob.

"I do. And after my third year in modelling - which, I might add, is next year - we're going to have kids. Hey, so when are you f-"

"Ginny, can we go now? I'm bored." Manners were also something Anna didn't have. But I couldn't blame her. Listening to Lavender drone on and on about herself wasn't very entertaining for an 8-year-old.

"Shh."

"Oh, it's OK. Are you free on Sunday?" My days off were Wednesday and Sunday. No way was I wasting one of them with her. And the memories.

"No, actually, sorry."

"Yes, Ginny. You have Sunday off, remember?"

"Uh, but I have plans."

"Too bad. Maybe another time, then?" Yeah right.

"Maybe. Well, bye." Thank god. I couldn't handle it if I went. She would have brung up to many things I wanted to forget.

"Ginny, who was that?" I couldn't stop her from being curious.

"Just a friend I used to go to school with."

"Oh. I don't like her very much." Good girl.

"No, me either. So, how about that icecream?"

I could never have gone back. Not ever. There was no more Burrow, no more Hogwarts, no more anything. What would the point be? To cry? To mourn? To remember? No thanks. I could do without that. France was my life. And tomorrow (my day off and pay day) I was going shopping. A girl could never have to many things.

"What school did you go to? A fancy posh one that breeds those kind of people?" She was so humorous sometimes. Actually quite cute.

"Anna!" I managed to say through giggles, "it was just a school in England. Finish your ice-cream, young lady." I felt like a kid again when I was with Anna.

"Oooh, I'm a young lady!" She said as she crossed her legs and stuck her pinky out.

"Come on, we're going. Au revoir, Alex!" Anna and I always visited Alex's shop. He sold the best ice cream in France but Mrs. Peacock thought they were fattending so she hardly ever went there.

"Have you found someone yet? Anyone at all?" Mrs. Peacock nagged at me for the fourth time.

"No! I don't want or need someone." I answered. Every night Mrs. Peacock and I would either watch our favorite programme with wine or pig out on ice cream, sweets and smoothies.

"Really, I think you do. You need someone to...to pamper you."

"Pamper me? Pfft." Oh yes, because I couldn't pamper myself.

"Don't you 'pfft' me! So are you going out tomorrow?" Not in the way she was thinking.

"Yes but shopping not clubbing."

"Oh, you bore me to death! Goodnight."

Perhaps a bit short...I don't really know...review.

Newra (meant for Anna),

Bridie