Weak Spot

A/N. Just a little idea that kept stuck into my head. I just had to write it down so that I can finally get my life back lol. This is my first Harry/Ginny fic. As you can see my grammar isn't that great because I'm from a little country named The Netherlands. So if you want me to continue I would love it if someone would want to be my beta. Sent me a PM.

Anyways let me know what you thought of this chapter, if I should continue or just hide under a rock for the rest of my life.

I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Summary: Harry never had the courage to ask Ginny out, after he deveated Voldemort he became a Auror and travelled the world. Ginny has become a strong independend young lady. When Harry is back from one of his travels he's determinated to get the woman he desires while Ginny does everything to not fall in love with Harry, again.

Chapter One – Luna's Party.

'I'm afraid we can't use this, Ginny.' Her boss – Davey Jones, boss of the Daily Profit – shook his head in dismay.

'What? Why not?'

'This is not what the people want to read, Weasley. Nobody is interested in sudden deaths or attacks. This is what people want!' Jones threw the newest edition of gossip magazine Witches on his desk.

Ginny's eyes traveled over the cover. A darkhaired young man with classes, a scar on his forehead and bright green eyes stared at her. Her heart jumped, she averted her eyes but felt her cheeks grow warm.

'Turn the page,' Jones ordered. Ginny did as she was told. On the second page there were pictures of Harry with a red haired woman. They looked like they're having fun. A lot. Ginny underpressed the urge to rip the pages apart.

Ginny looked up. 'Violence is increasing in the South. I can't imagine that people rather read about Harry Potters love life than about the threath that's lurking in every dark corner.'

Jones rolled his eyes. 'Don't be so negative, Ginny. The Dark Lord is dead, the Death Eaters don't stand a chance without him.'

'We can't ignore the increase of violence, Davey,' said Ginny. Her eyes burning. 'We have too warn the people. They deserve to know.'

'Not from me, they don't. People want happiness, they want to read about Potters latest concuor. They deserve some lightness after those dark times. I heard Potter is back. Why don't you try to get a interview out of him? That's what people want.'

Ginny stood up. 'That's not what I want.' Silence filled the air. 'So you're not going to post it?' She waved at her article on his desk.

Jones shook his head.

'Fine! I'll get someone else to post this then.' Ginny grabbed her article, spins around and leaves the room.

'Come back when you have something on Potter!' Jones yelled before she slammed the door shut.

Ginny was still upset when she arrived at the Burrow. She couldn't believe that people are more interested in Harry's love life than in the increasing violence. 'People really need to get their priority's checked,' she muttered.

'Ginny!' Molly Weasley wrapped her arms around her as soon as she walked in the kitchen. 'Hi mum,' Ginny gave her mother een kiss on the cheek while her eyes checked if the room was safe. Only her mom seems to be home. Since she left the Burrow to move into her own appartment in London it had become very quiet at the Burrow. 'Where is everyone?'

'You mean your dad?' The sadness in Molly's voice didn't go unnoticed by Ginny. She found it hard that all her children have found their own place and living their lives. 'Work. Where else would he be?'

'Are you okay, mum?'

'Fine. Want some cake? I made a few.' Molly pulled a cake draped in chocolate out of the oven.

Ginny drooled but she shook her head. 'I can't, mum. I need to get ready for Luna's party.'

'O,' Molly's face cleared. She liked Luna. 'How is she?'

'Good,' Ginny grinned when she thought of her friend. 'I still can't believe that she's engaged to Neville.'

'Why not? He's a good man.'

'Sure. But how many times does it happen that you meet your true love at school?'

'Ron and Hermione did.'

'Yes but it doesn't happen often. That's all I'm saying.' Ginny sat down. Her eyes landed on the latest edition of Witches. She rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe that her mom would read that kind of stuff.

'Speaking of love, have you spoken to Jason?'

Ginny stiffened. 'Why? There is not much to talk about, mum. We broke up months ago, that's it.'

'You loved him.'

'Yes and now not anymore.' Ginny opened the magazine on page two. Her eyes fell on the woman in Harry's arms. She had to admit the woman did look pretty.

'Love doesn't just disappear, Ginny, I –' Molly turned, her mouth closed when she saw Ginny looking at the pictures of Harry and his latest relationship. Silently she watched as Ginny moved her finger over the pictures en rested on Harry's face. A dreamy expression on her face.

O no. Not again. Of should she say still? Molly had witnessed upclose how her daughter pined after Harry for six years. Nothing happened, even though their bond grew closer as the years passed by it could be hardly called a friendship.

She was relieved when Harry became a Auror en traveled the world so that her daughter could finally began living. It wasn't Harry's fault but he'd never noticed how much his presence effected her daughter.

Ginny did start living. She got a job as reporter. She had her own collumn, rented a appartment and started dating other men. Good looking men. Molly always thought that her daugther was beautiful and she was happy the world get to see that too when she finally let Harry go.

But the men never stayed for long. Molly couldn't keep up with the men in her daughters life anymore. She just wanted her daughter to be happy.

'Harry's back, you know.'

Ginny looked up, her eyes wide and a faint red blush covered her cheeks. She closed the magazine and shoved it away from her. 'Since when?'

'Yesterday. He came to visit and eat pie!' Molly grinned fondly. 'He looked good.'

Ginny felt her mothers eyes on her and looked away. 'Good. I mean, uh… things are finally going well. He deserves it, after everything that he's been through.'

Molly nodded, noticing how the cheeks of her daughter became even a darker shade of red. 'So, I talked to him about his eh…' She pointed at the Witches magazine. 'He said she's just a friend. He's still single.'

'Great… I mean… That's great.' Ginny looked at the clock, she still had a hour to get ready for Luna's party but she decided it was time to go. 'O, is it that late? I need to go, mum. Thanks for… everything.' She kissed her cheek as goodbye and made her way over to the door.

'Ginny.'

Ginny stopped, her hand on the doorhandle.

'He's Ron's friend. You were once friends.'

'Barely.'

'You can also talk to him, you know?'

'Maybe. I'll think about it. Now I have other things on my head. I need to get ready for Luna's party.'

'Great, Harry said he'll be there too. Maybe you can talk to him there.'

Ginny froze. She turned around. 'He is?'

Molly shrugged. 'He is her friend, Ginny.'

Ginny almost forgotten. Great. Harry Potter is going to the same party as she was. She hasn't spoken to him in … years. Yes, she greeted him if she saw him but further than that? No. She avoided him.

How can she avoid him if he was going to Luna's? Luna's house wasn't that big. She swallowed. 'I need to go, mum. Bye.'

Ginny stared at herself for the hundred time in the mirror, still not happy with her outfit – she was wearing a pink dress. She looked like a candy stick with her bright red hair. She still didn't know what she was thinking when she bought this dress for Luna's party.

Was she drunk? No, she knew the answer. She bought this dress after she broke up with Jason. She wanted something to cheer her up so she bought a pink dress. At the time the dress seemed to be a good idea.

Ginny frowned. Maybe she could cancel? No she couldn't do that to Luna. She was a good friend. Still she couldn't show up in this dress. She would probably faint of shame. Especially if Harry would be there to. Maybe he'll show up with his beautiful friend.

'Damn it, Ginevra, are you a witch or not?' Ginny cursed under her breath, she grabbed her wand and closed her eyes. She imagined the dress she wanted. She waved her wand. She could feel the magic surround her, like a warm bath.

She opened her eyes and gaped at herself. Was that her? She was wearing a tight strapless green dress that hugged her body on all the right places. Her red hair looked like it glowed. She grinned, gaining her selfconfidence. She'll be turning some male heads tonight, that was for sure.

'God, I love magic.'

'Wow, Ginny, you look good,' greeted Luna when she opened the door and saw her friend. Ginny blushed. 'Thank you, Luna, congratulations. I bought a small gift, I know it isn't much but –' She was interupted as Luna began to unwrap her gift.

Her eyes shined bright as she saw what Ginny bought for her. 'Wow, Gin, a Darkness Detector. Thank you. That's somthing I've always wanted.'

Ginny smiled. 'You're welcome. I thought it would come in handy. You know, someday.'

'Well, let's not hope soon since Voldemort is finally destroyed and everything is peaceful again.'

Ginny opened her mouth to say something about her recent discovery's, that not all is as peacefull as it seemed but then she changed her mind. She didn't want to spoil her party. Luna let her in and introduced her to a few guest.

Luna and Neville's house was tiny but it looked lovely and felt warm. Like a home should be. Giny noticed that there were a few changes tough. A huge potrait of Neville and Luna together hang in the living room. The furniture had made place for a bar, bar stools and there was even a band playing in the corner and a dancefloor in the middle of the room. The room was filled with people.

Some Ginny recognized from Hogwarts but most of them she didn't know. She wondered when Luna became so popular.

'They're waiting on a certain guest,' Luna saw Ginny staring at a group young witches. Compared to them Ginny looked underdressed. She started to regret her discion to come to the party. She didn't belong here.

Ginny looked around, searching for Hermione or Ron. She could use someone to talk too now that Luna has disappeared again to greet a new guest. She sighed and ordered a butter beer. She looked at the other guests who seemed to fully enjoy themselves. Ginny felt like she has lived under a rock for months. She didn't know any of them.

Her work had taken all her time lately. Especially with the increasing violence going on. She let her eyes wander around the room. Happy chatter, loud music, dancing. All these people were oblivious for the danger out there.

Everyone thought that now Voldemort was gone they're safe. Ginny knew better. Untill the last Death Eater was captured, nobody was safe. Was she the only one who saw that they're still in danger?

No. Maybe there was just one person who would understand how she felt. And at the screams of the group of woman she could hear he had just arrived.

Harry Potter had just entered the room. He ignored the pretty woman. His green eyes seemed to search for someone. His eyes found hers.

Warmth spread through her body, she felt the heat on haar cheeks rise. She wasn't able to breathe. He litarally took haar breath away.

Harry groaned out in pain, his hands flew to his scar on his forehead. He bit on his tongue to stop from screaming out in pain. He couldn't let Hermione and Ron show that his scar hurt. They would panic.

Just like he panicked a few weeks ago when his scar started up again. Five years went by without pain. He thought it was over. Like everyone else. He picked up his life, tried to restore what Voldemort has destroyed by catching as many Death Eaters as he could. And he was good at it.

That was till his scar acted up again. He was alone. Somewhere in Germany, following a dead trail. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain flow through his scar. He hadn't felt so much pain in years and he fel on his knees. After what felt like hours the pain disappeared.

Harry laid still. His heart racing. His mind panicking. He knew very well wat this meant. The only time his scar hurt, it was directy linked with Voldemort. But this couldn't be a connection with the former Dark Lord. Voldemort is dead. For good.

Harry made sure of that. He managed to get home, took a shower en rest. Waking up as if nothing had happened. He shrugged it of as a one time thing. But in the weeks that followed, it happened more. Especially on moments he'll least espected.

He didn't know what this meant and he didn't want to worry anyone. If Voldemort was somehow still alive, he'll beat him. Again. Alone. Nobody would die this time. He'll make sure of that.

A knock on the door brought him back to the present. 'Harry, are you ready?' Hermione's voice.

Harry looked at his sweaty disheveled form. He was in a state of change when he again got overwhelmed by the pain in his scar. 'Almost.' He looked in the mirror.

His reflection stared back at hem. In the years of work as a Auror he'd become broader, gained weight and developed a few muscles. Somethings never changed however; he still wore his glasses, had ravenblack hair and a scar on his head.

'Harry, we really need to go!'

'Yes, I'll be there in a sec.' Harry actually felt nervous about tonight. Tonight he would see her. This time he'll talk to her.

Being in danger and traveling so much as he did had made him realise what really mattered. He'd wasted enough time. From this moment on he'll try to woo Ginny over and make her his forever.

Harry looked at his outfit, not impressed at all. If he wanted to impress Ginny he should do better. He'd heard from Ron about all her ex boyfriends. They had all one thing in common: they're all extremely handsome.

How could he compete with that?

He'd one advantance tough. He'd hoped that there was still something left of Ginny's school chrush for him.

Harry took out his wand and waved his wand over his outfit. Within a blink of his eyes the black boring robes were replaced with dark blue ones. The only problem was the tie. He'd never wear ties. He could fool anyone but Ginny knew him. She grew up with him.

He want her to fall in love with him, not laugh at him.

'Harry!'

'Yes, I'm ready!' With another wave the tie disappeared. With one look in the mirror he finally nodded and opened the door.

Hermione's disapproving glare changed as she took in Harry's outfit. 'You look good.'

'Thank you. Do you think Ginny would like it too?' Harry's palms start to sweat. He'd never been so nervous. He'd rather fight a group of Death Eaters than face his former love - chrush. What if Ginny didn't want him anymore?

What if she thought he was a loser? A fallen hero? Not important anymore because Voldemort was gone. The threath was over.

Hermoine smiled reassuringly. 'Don't worry, she'll love it.'

Ron peeked around the corner. 'Are we ready?'

Harry nodded. 'Let's go.'

As soon as he set a step into Luna's home he was ambushed by a couple of woman. He ignored them tough. He'd only had eyes for one woman. His eyes scanned the room. When he couldn't find her at first he panicked a bit, afraid Ginny wasn't here and he'd dressed up all for nothing.

But then he saw her. She was standing at the bar, dressed in a green strapless dress. Harry almost growled at the beautifull sight in front of him. All he could think was that she belonged to him.

He'd enough of playing around. It was time to settle. To make things right. He should've done that years ago.

She looked up. Their eyes locked. She was breathtaking. Harry's heart jumped to his throath. He couldn't breathe.

A slap on his back awoken him rough too the real world. Ron laughed. 'What's wrong with you, mate? You look –'

Harry pushed him aside and made his way over to Ginny, he igored the protested shout of his friend. He would make it up too Ron later. He just had to talk to her. Hear her voice. Of course through the years they've seen each other as Harry frequently visited the Burrow but they never really talked.

That's about to change.

The bar came near. He waved his wand and a Butterbeer appeared in his outstretched hand. He drank everything in one sip. He coughed as the Butterbeer nearly choked him. He could feel her brown golden eyes on him.

He remembered the fire in those eyes. Her red hair glowed in the dim candle light. The strapless green dress she was wearing looked painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination.

How was it possible that she was still single?

Well not for long, thought Harry. He strode over and came to a halt in front of her. 'Ginny, you look amazing.'

Ginny felt her cheeks go warm. Her legs became weak, she had to hold herself upright on the bar stool behind her. 'Eh… Harry. You look good, too.'

O how weak. After years of non talking that was all she had to say? Her heart picked up the space. She was sure that everyone in this room could hear her heartbeat. She thought that she was over Harry.

She should be. Despite what he told her mum about being single she couldn't ignore the pcitures of him and that red haired woman.

She let her eyes swep over his muscled body. He'd changed. Became more mature. More attractive. Those pictures didn't serve him right.

'Long time no see,' spoke Harry. 'How's life?'

'Eh… good. I think.' Ginny averted her eyes. If Harry was here then Ron and Hermione would be to. She needed saving. From herself. She wouldn't fall again for Harry. She promised herself not to sacrifice herself anymore for a boy. A men, now.

Even tough Harry was all grown up, looked a lot wiser than he was at seventeen en looked damn good in those dark blue robes.

'Would you like to dance?' Harry stretched out his hand at her, gesturing with a nod of his head to the dancefloor, where several people were dancing.

'Actually –' Ginny didn't think she would survive if Harry would touch her. Her eyes found the group of woman who stood nearby and undressing Harry with their eyes. '-I think you should really talk to your fans first. I eh should go. To the bathroom. To eh… pee.' Before Harry could say anything she ran to where she remembered the bathroom was.

Luckily it was still there and it was empty. She locked it behind her, leaning heavily against the door desprately trying to conrole her breathing and racing heart. She'd hated how much he still affected her.

After a couple minutes she realized what just happened. Harry asked her to dance. And she said she had to pee. She said to Harry Freaking Potter that she had to pee.

She closed her eyes and wished the ground under her would swallow her. She couldn't go back. She couldn't face him again. Not ever.

She had to go. She bit her lip. She hated to just disappear without saying goodbye to Luna but she'll explain later. She could only hope Luna would understand.

She took her wand, closed her eyes and concentrated on her little appertment. She could feel something press against her. She cursed loudly. Wards.

Luna had wards around her house. That makes Apparating out of here impossible. Great! Now what?

Ginny unlocked the door and peered outside. Harry stood a few feet away, surrounded by the group of woman. His face directed at the bathroom door.

Ginny quickly closed the door. What now? She couldn't go without running into Harry. She couldn't stay either. Harry knew she went in here and would definitelly search for her. She didn't understand his sudden interest in her and she couldn't care.

She was determinated to keep him out of her life as much as possible. Her eyes swept the room and landed on a tiny window.

Maybe it would be big enough to fit in. It was worth a shot. Ginny opened the window, howled her upperbody through and pushed. She felt the frame dig into her stomach. She groaned out in pain. She stared at the dark street. She was almost there. She could smell the freedom. Just one more push.

Rrrr.

She froze. She just heard her dress rip. 'O no.' O well, the dress can be fixed. She was almost there. She pushed harder. Nothing. Her butt was stuck. No matter how much she pushed she was stuck. She couldn't go back or forward.

Typically her to get stuck in a bathroom window. 'Perfect. Just perfect. This day can't get any worse.'

'Can I help you?' asked a familiar voice.

She looked up and stared into bright green eyes. She was wrong. This day had just turned a lot worse.