Ginny waited patiently for her supervising healer to stop babbling. She had no idea how she got into this predicament – she had only graduated from medical school just a few minutes ago, and Professor Michael Bonaparte had taken her aside to 'discuss a pressing matter'. She had heard bits and pieces of it, but honestly, this man talked so fast, she couldn't keep up with him.

After a few minutes, she had enough. "Professor." She interrupted.

Professor Michael Bonaparte stopped talking, looking irritably at her, not pleased at all at getting interrupted. "Miss, Weasley, I was discussing a very important matter. If you could just restrain yourself from interrupting." He huffed.

"Sorry Professor. But you are talking a bit too fast, and I cannot understand you. If you could just start from the beginning and talk a tad bit slower so I can understand?" she said sweetly.

The Professor sighed. Some things just never change – Miss Weasley continued to drone off when her professors were talking, it was astonishing that she would have come first in all her subjects. "Miss Weasley, you really have to learn how to pay attention."

Ginny hid a grin. It would be her secret until she died that she didn't drone off when professors talked to her. She pretended to…she didn't know why. Perhaps she just enjoyed surprising everyone's socks off at the end of the course when she was believed to flunk her course, but ultimately walking away with the title of valedictorian. Sure she got shit after shit from all her professors, but it was all worth it in the end looking at the professors' faces when they looked at her last exam mark. Full marks in everything. "I promise I will learn to do that soon Professor."

"Anyways, as I was saying earlier, there is always an opening – one single opening – for our brightest student to work at the Wizarding Military Force – uh, you do know what that is right?"

Ginny scowled. Did all her professors still believe she was an idiot? Even after proving to everybody she was not? "Yes Professor Bonaparte, I know what the WMF are." She reassured tightly.

"Good. Well, since you have proved to be the brightest student, the offer goes to you. And in any case where should you refuse to accept this offer, General Stoppard has informed me that this would look very unpleasant on your resumes." He said, with a nasty smile.

Ginny raised her eyebrow. "So Professor, you're telling me that if I happen to decline this most generous offer, I'd be screwed for the rest of my life?"

Professor Bonaparte frowned slightly. "You're choice of language is quite appalling young lady."

Ginny smirked at her former professor. "I'll tell you what's appalling Professor. The fact that I have to be blackmailed into such a job or I'll be screwed up for the rest of my life is appalling. No, it's not my language that is appalling. It's people like you who are appalling. You come up with some fucked up plan with some idiot of a general to make sure you get some decent doctors into the military."

"Miss Weasley!" Professor Bonaparte roared. "I will not tolerate you talking to me in that manner!"

Ginny nearly laughed. "What are you going to do? Expel me? Suspend me? You forget. I'm no longer a student of this school. I have graduated just…" she looked down to check her watch, "thirty minutes ago. And I am very aware that you no longer have the authority to tell me what to do. So Professor, I must, before I lose my temper and hit you, bid you farewell." And strode off, not letting the Professor say another word.

Michael Bonaparte sputtered indignantly as he watched his former student walk out of the school forever. How dare that little wrench belittle him like that? She was definitely one-of-a-kind though. He had never received such response when he told them about the grand offer. They had always been thrilled and honored to receive such privilege…stupid fools. But that girl was smart; he had to give it to her. She had known what kind of difficulties she'd be faced with when she got there. He sighed, and wondered when he'd escape all this miserable operations.

Ginny kicked the door of her apartment wide open, and let herself in. she blinked a couple of times, coming to the conclusion that she may have drunk too much at the bar. She fumbled clumsily for the light switch and groaned when the light hit her, sending sharp pains right to her head.

"Ginny? Ginny, dear, is that you?" a voice called out from her kitchen.

Ginny squinted her eyes through the bright light, finally noticing that her kitchen had been lit up. "Shit." She mumbled as she stood straighter and made a graceless step towards her kitchen. That didn't work too well. After that one step, she managed to trip over her feet and tumble to the floor where she called out, "Are you a burglar? What are you doing in my house? I don't really have much to take."

Molly Weasley emerged from her daughter's kitchen and frowned. "Ginny! What are you doing?!" she demanded when she saw her daughter slumped on the floor.

Ginny tilted her head from the floor to look at the person talking to her and grinned. "Hi mum. What in the blazes are you doing here?" then her grin fell. "Err…I didn't do anything wrong did I?"

"Virginia Reuby Weasley!" Molly screeched. "What is the meaning of all this?!"

Ginny scrunched up her head. "Mum!" she wailed, "Not so loud. It hurts…my head hurts."

Molly ignored her. "First you don't tell anyone that you were graduating today; then you don't tell anyone that you were the valedictorian. Then, you don't come home until two o'clock in the morning and make everyone worry; and now, you come home filthy drunk, lying on the floor because you can't even stand, and YOU ASK ME WHAT I'M DOING HERE?!"

"Muuummm." Ginny whined. "Stop screaming…it really, really hurts my head. My poor, poor head."

Molly huffed crabbily. "Get up Ginny. Get up." She ordered, kneeling down to get her daughter up onto the sofa. "That's it dearest. Get up. Good girl." She finally managed to get her daughter on the sofa. She couldn't believe this. How could someone like her daughter do something so stupid like getting herself drunk? She took a seat on the coffee table and looked at her daughter.

"Now, tell me what's wrong." She said calmly.

Ginny looked at her mother and heaved a sigh. "Well, today I graduated. Top of all my classes and surprised the living bats out of everyone. After that I thought it was going to be the happiest days of my life…it was so fun seeing everyone's reaction. BUT…there's always as but. But, my professor told me my first place came at a price. My name is being printed on the school valedictorian plaque right now, but it costs quite a lot." She said, sighing again.

"Well? What's the price?" Molly demanded impatiently.

Ginny looked at her mother and grinned. "Well, you are now looking at the new healer of the Wizarding Military Force – British Portsmouth Training and Base Camp; surrounded by hundreds of horny, sex-starved bloody soldiers; and under the command of a bastard General who finds blackmailing newly-graduated healers to be a form of necessary action."

Molly's mouth gaped wide open. "Portsmouth Training and Base Camp? That means that you – …"

Ginny cut her off glumly. "Yes…that means I have to move out of my beautiful apartment and move in with the hundreds of horny, sex-starved soldiers."

"Ginny!" Molly exclaimed. "How can you even think about your apartment at this time? You'll have to move there and we won't get to see you!"

"Mmm…yes I know. Isn't that great?" she said languidly, pretending to be basking in all the blissful possibilities.

"GINNY!"

"Jeez, just joking with you mum. I'm not that much of a bitch." Ginny reassured, grinning from the look that possessed her mother's face a few seconds ago.

"Ginny, you really must do something about that mouth of yours. It's really becoming too…too improper." Molly scolded.

Ginny sat up and looked at her mother. "Mum, in three days I'm going away from here, going away from anywhere near home, and you're lecturing to me about my language?" she asked incredulously.

"THREE DAYS?!"

Ginny hid a grin behind her hand. "Yes mum, three days. You only have three days left with you daughter before I am sent to the deepest darkest hell of horny men."

"Oh, stop being so melodramatic Gin." her mother chided. "And stop saying you'll be surrounded by horny men. Perhaps you won't. Maybe, you'll even find a nice man while you're there."

Ginny stared at her mother. "Mum. Get real; they're soldiers who have not seen women in weeks. Maybe even months. Being sex-starved doesn't really make men nice mum."

"But, Ginny. You're twenty-three years old now, way passed the suitable marriage age for a woman. You're brother is a boy and he's managed to get married before you have. Sweetheart, don't you find that a bit worrying?" Molly admonished.

Ginny frowned, a sudden thought occurring to her. "Mum, how did you get into my apartment anyways? I don't remember giving you keys to the apartment."

Molly flushed a light pink in her round cheeks. "Well, well…well, dear, look at the time! I must be off, you're father will get worried. I made some dinner for you…it's in the kitchen. Eat it now if you're up for it, and if you're not put a warming spell on them so you can eat them tomorrow. Oh…and before I forget, Hermione's pregnant. Come to The Burrow tomorrow, we're celebrating." She said quickly, getting up from the coffee table.

Ginny tried to rise with her mother, but the spinning room in Ginny's eyes did not help, and she flopped back onto the sofa. "Mum? Why the sudden rush?" she asked cheekily, knowing full well she hit the right target.

Molly glowered at her daughter and apparated away immediately before she could get in anymore words.

Ginny stared at the spot her mother was standing in a moment ago and smirked. Life was great. Most of it anyways.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon on a nice, chilly day when Ginny knocked on the door to her childhood home wrapped up in a long beige leather coat and holding a small wrapped package in her left hand. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for someone to let her in, but after a total of thirty seconds she groaned. Who was she kidding anyways? It was The Burrow, where there was always too many people with too much sound, so how was anyone suppose to hear someone knocking on the door? She opened the front door and let herself in, taking off her coat and hanging it in the cloak room – by habit, and knew tonight would be a long night.

She looked around slowly, breathing deeply, feeling as sense of nostalgia as she smiled faintly at the Weasley clock. Her name was still on it, but instead of pointing to 'home', it was pointing to 'The Burrow' where everybody else's name was pointing at. She walked leisurely to the kitchen where the usual aroma of food was emitting, and stopped for a moment, grinning at her family inside it, laughing and fooling around in.

"Ginny!!" Fred called out merrily, his face rosy with laughter.

Ginny smiled at him and entered the kitchen where she was soon surrounded by everyone in her family – immediate and not.

"Gin! It's about time you came and visited!"

"Heard you graduated at the top of your class! Well done!"

"Aunty Ginny, where's my present?"

"Ginny! It's been ages! Where have you been?"

Ginny held up a hand, silencing everyone, and her smiled broadened as she looked at everyone.

"Gin, you've seen to have put on some weight. Are you pregnant?"

Ginny turned around to see where the last comment came from and she laughed when she say Fred with his little daughter, Jennifer hanging off his leg and his son Jason hanging off his neck. "Fred. How ever did you know? I was meant to keep it a secret until my tummy started bloating…but you just had to come and ruin the surprise didn't you? I guess my pregnancy news has spread."

And that was when Ron decided to come in with Hermione, hand in hand.

"Who exactly is pregnant here?" he asked dangerously, eyeing his sister's flat stomach with a twitch.

George coughed as he tried to hide his laughter. He walked over to him and managed to squeeze in between Ron and Hermione and put his arms around the two of them. "Well, its like this. There are two women pregnant in this family right now. Hermione here and little Gin-bug over there. We all know how Hermione became pregnant, but I don't believe you know how Ginny's gotten pregnant. Well, a few weeks ago, she went to a bar and started drinking a drinking. The bartender told me that she managed to drown twenty-six shots of tequila before she was picked up by a handsome stranger that had been checking her out the whole time. Well, he took her to his house, knocked her up and now, presto…she's banged up and pregnant. Wonderful news isn't it?"

The rest of the family watched as Ron's face became redder and redder, with what, Ginny didn't know. But what she did know is that making her older brother blush and watch his face contort with rage was definitely amusing to watch.

"And…who's the…father?" Ron forced out, his face now becoming purple.

George looked at Ginny, and shrugged. "Hell if I know mate, she wouldn't tell me either."

Ginny looked very seriously at Ron. "Well, the reason I can't tell you the name of my baby's father is because, well, I don't remember. Actually, I don't even remember his face. But what I do remember is that he gave me one hell of an orgasm. And I also remember when he came inside me he cried 'angel'…if that helps Ron."

Ron yelped as his sister talked about things she should not even know about and nearly exploded. "MUM!!"

Everyone burst out laughing with Ginny and George laughing the hardest. It was so amazing that a twenty-four year old married man would still run to their mother when he didn't know how to manage things.

"Calm down Ron. We were only playing with you." Ginny comforted after seeing his expression. It was torn between fury and embarrassment…which were not a good combination, especially if it involved Ron.

"Playing? Playing?! PLAYING! For God's sakes Ginny, you said you were pr-prr-preg-." Ron spluttered.

"Pregnant." Ginny supplied helpfully.

Ron glared at her. "Yes! Pregnant. Do you know what that means?!" he demanded.

Ginny looked at him funny. "Ron, of course I know what it means. It means I had sex, and hopefully I don't have to tell you all the details about where the sperm goes?"

"Ginny! How can you say that?" Ron asked, outraged by such talk from his baby sister.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm a healer Ron. For the last three years, it was one of the topics I learnt over and over again. Would you like me to teach you it?"

"Bu-but you know about sex!"

Ginny laughed. "Of course I know about sex. I'm hardly an innocent little girl anymore. I think I should know about sex at my age."

"You shouldn't know about sex." He said stubbornly.

"Yes, I shouldn't Ron. I shouldn't know about it until I get married and have sex, but unfortunately, we don't live in a world where sex is forbidden to discuss." Ginny said.

"GINNY!" Molly called out from behind them, running down the stairs with her husband, Arthur. "When did you get here? Why didn't you call me down when you got here? Oh for goodness sakes Ginny, give me a kiss."

Ginny turned to her mother and father and smiled widely. "Mum! Dad!" she said as she kissed each of them on their cheek. "Sorry, I was just saying hi to everyone else."

Molly hurried to the kitchen. "It's all right dear, you should catch up. You haven't visited for so long, and since you're leaving soon anyways, you'd better make up for all the time you'll be gone."

"Gone? Where you going Gin?" Bill asked, hoisting his three-year-old son on his shoulders.

"Umm…Portsmouth."

The room went silent.

"Why are you going to Portsmouth Gin? There's nothing there but a WMF Base Camp which is just full of dangerous men." Percy asked nervously. "I mean, I understand you want a holiday after you've graduated, but Portsmouth?"

"Percy…I'm not going there on a vacation. I'm going there to work. At the Base Camp. I'm the new healer of Portsmouth Training and Base Camp." Ginny said glumly, clearly not pleased with her immediate future.

"But it's going to be packed with sex-driven men!" Hermione protested, but soon covering her mouth, scandalized that a word such as 'sex' would leave her mouth.

"I know. You don't have to rub it in. I'm already quite pissed off." Ginny said crossly.

"Yes dears, don't make Ginny upset even more. She needs her strength to survive with so many wild men." Molly chastised as she re-entered the dining room, where most of her children and grandchildren were talking. "Everyone sit down. DINNER'S READY!"

Ginny winced as her mother yelled right into her ear, and reminded herself that tonight, would indeed be a very long night. But it would a very long night with her family and she would make the best of it during next two days.

Ginny shoved clothes after clothes into her black suitcase and sighed. All the stuff she was going to bring would not fit into her suitcase. "Ahh…fuck it. There is always some sort of charm to fix shit."

Then the doorbell rang, and she was immensely grateful for the break. All the packing and thought of leaving her wonderful apartment was upsetting. She walked out of her room to the door and opened it to find the infamous Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived.

"Hey Gin." He said, smiling wearily.

"Harry." She greeted, allowing him inside her spacious apartment.

She closed the door behind and they walked together to the living room. "Tea Harry?" she offered politely, still wondering what the hell he wanted with her at this time of day.

"No thanks. I don't think anything right now is going to settle with my stomach." He said ruefully – which was true. He looked positively green.

"Late night with your secretary?" Ginny asked.

Harry looked up sharply. "How did you know?"

Ginny shrugged. "Well, the evidence is all there. Eyeliner smudge on your collar, strange perfume, clothes are rumpled, you look positively fucked."

Harry raised an eyebrow at her.

Ginny grinned. "Before I wanted to become a healer, I was going to become a forensic scientist, and I went through six months of that course before I switched to medicine. First topic we learnt about was evidence of sex. Interesting isn't it?"

Harry eyed her weirdly. "You are absolutely nutters. Why would you want to study dead people?" he asked disbelievingly.

She laughed. "So I've been told." Then her expression grew serious. "I know you didn't come here to discuss your double-leading love life with me, so what do I owe this humble visit to?"

Harry slumped down on the sofa behind him and his shoulders sagged. "Gin…how much do you know about Portsmouth?"

Ginny raised an eyebrow at him. "Is this what you came here at five o'clock in the morning for? To ask about Portsmouth? If you really want to know, why don't you just visit there yourself?"

"No…I'm asking if you're aware of the conditions there."

"Hmm…well, I know that the General Stoppard is an absolute bastard. And I know I'll be surrounded by sex-starved men, wild to have some sort of sexual release…and that's about it." Ginny answered puzzedly. She really didn't know where all this was heading towards.

"Gin…forget the rest. Malfoy's there."

"What? Malfoy as in Draco Malfoy? Why?" Ginny asked confusedly.

Harry sighed as he rubbed his eyes from their weariness. "He's a commanding officer of the Special Forces Unit – they're the elite team who do the shit no one else can do…not even the Aurors."

"And so you're telling me that…?" Ginny asked.

"Malfoy's as dangerous as they come. Just because he isn't a Deatheather doesn't mean that he'll be nice. He'll probably screw you over or screw you, so I'm just telling you to be careful." Harry said tiredly.

"Harry, as much as I love you as a brother, I think you're a dickhead. You have a wife who loves you so much that she's willing to ignore the fact that you're having an affair, and you have a bloody one-year-old son. Don't you think you owe them a shit load more than what you give them?" Ginny asked.

"Gods Gin. She's been having an affair too." Harry croaked out.

"No she hasn't. She's been trying to act like she's being having one so you might just notice her once in a while and be the husband you're supposed to be. You're such an idiot Harry. She's trying to make you jealous. Think about it. When would she have time to have an affair? During the day? She's busy taking care of James. During the afternoon? She's shopping and buying materials to work. During the night, I suppose? She busies herself in her shop making all the clothes. Do you think all the clothes just appear on the front step?" Ginny demanded.

"You don't understand Gin. We don't love each other, we never did. The only reason why we married is because she got pregnant and it was the honorable thing to do." Harry said sadly.

Ginny sighed. "Lavender's been a good wife. I think you know that she deserves a whole lot more."

Harry got up and smiled somberly. "I think I know that too. Goodbye Gin. Take care of yourself in Portsmouth."

"Thanks Harry." Gin said, rising from her seat.

"No, don't get up. I'll just see myself out." Harry told her, already walking along the hallway that'd lead him to the door.

"Jody, make sure you keep my apartment all wonderful okay? Don't trash it, don't have parties in it, don't break anything and don't have sex in my apartment. Please." She said tearfully, saying goodbye to her friends and family for the very last time.

Jody rolled her eyes. "Gin, it's only an apartment. And trust me; I'd never have sex in your apartment. Sex is limited to our manor."

Ginny glared at her. "I still can't believe you married a bloody Slytherin out of all people. You traitor. And don't say my apartment is just an apartment. It's my home."

Jody grinned at her and embraced her tightly. "Be safe Gin-bug. Make sure you're safe, okay?"

Ginny nodded solemnly as she looked around at her apartment. It was true when she told her best friend that her apartment wasn't just an apartment. She had to fight and dig her heels into the idea of moving out when she enrolled in medical school. And after three months, her mother had relented, but told her no financial support would be given. Of course, her father sneaked her a few galleons here and there when he could spare some. But most of the apartment was thanks to her. She hadn't moved into this apartment in the beginning. She moved into a dinghy, old, disgusting small apartment where she only slept while she worked as a nurse when she wasn't going to school. And nurses paid extremely, extremely well, so well that in a couple of months, she had saved enough to buy her own apartment – nicely furbished and in a very good neighborhood. Her spit and blood went into buying this apartment, and so calling it just an apartment was wrong.

Her mother walked to her and hugged her tightly. "Make sure you write everyday all right? And use the fireplace. Eat well. Be a good girl and if a boy looks at you, just run away okay?" she said, her eyes watery with unshed tears.

Ginny furrowed her brows in confusion. Run away? "Err…yes mum. I will."

"Good girl." Molly crooned. "You've grown up so much. You're all grown up and going away!"

"Erm. I'll miss you too mum. I promise I'll write and I'll eat a lot. Okay? Mum? Don't cry. I'll even come visit during Christmas and Easter. Mum!" Ginny tried to comfort her, but no avail. The waterworks began.

Ginny looked at the clock above the fireplace and sighed. It was time for her to go. She grabbed a handful of the green floo powder and threw it in the fireplace, watching the flames turn a vibrant green. "Bye mum. Wish me luck in a place filled with horny and sex-starved men." She said forlornly before stepping in the fireplace and yelling "PORTSMOUTH BASE CAMP RECEPTION OFFICE."