A/N* This story is set in 2003, 5 years after the battle of Hogwarts. Harry was the age then that he is in the books making him now 23, however Ginny was 5years younger than Ron- making her 12 at the time of the 2nd wizarding war (2nd year at Hogwarts) and making her now 16 and in her 7th year (Ginny's birthday in the books is in August). Basically Harry's 23 and Ginny's 16 going on 17 :)
Ginny briefly knew Harry as Ron's friend; however they did not share a relationship.

Ginny's POV

Ginny mindlessly folded her last set of robes staring off into space, thinking about the past summer with Dean.

It had been fun at first, exciting, playing Quidditch together and taking walks along by the river that ribboned around the Burrow. Then slowly as they got to know each other better their relationship had progressed; not just emotionally but physically as well. And it wasn't as if she was a stranger to it all- I mean she had messed around before, the feisty redhead. That's what they called her and well, she didn't disappoint.
But Dean had other ideas in mind- he was ready to go all the way. And it wasn't that Ginny wasn't it's just he wanted a bit more than 6 weeks before they finally did. Needless to say, it didn't end well.
'Good riddance' she muttered to herself, after all it turned out that maybe he was a bit of a knob-head.
Throwing the last robe into her trunk with a bit more force than was needed she sighed and threw herself on to her bed. The springs groaned in protest to the extra weight after the trunk and she kicked her foot out at the frame in response.
Feisty, more like bloody angry.
When she was little this was all she ever dreamed of- having the house practically to herself. Six brothers in a house that was clearly not designed for numbers of that size were to say the least annoying. But in the last couple of years she had watched all her brother's grow up, get jobs, get married, have children and mostly leave home. She could stand up for herself just fine but that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy having six brothers to look after her.
Not that she'd ever admit that to them.
'Ginny? It's time to go darling' she heard her mother calling from several floors below. With that she locked her trunk and dragged it down the stairs, before kissing her mother goodbye and stepping into the fireplace with items in tow and an oppressed sigh.

The clatter of a hundred knives and forks on plates, and a summer's long worth of gossip helped Ginny to sink into her own thoughts. It was coming up five years since George had died. Five years since she had been at this school alone without any other Weasley to argue with.
'Something's gotta give' she thought to herself bitterly as she pushed the remainders of her dinner around her plate.
"Are you O.K. Ginny?" Marlene asked tentatively whilst looking at Ginny with a face usually reserved for the handicapped and terminally ill.
Bugger them, Ginny thought to herself; she plastered on a fake smile and answered with "yeah, just you know long train journey and the NEWT's coming up and all.
"Oh yeah, right" Marlene beamed back, looking as if a massive weight had been lifted of her shoulders. "Hey, look- Mcgonagall about to speak."
The news of this done something to pull Ginny out of her stupor. She had always liked Mcgonagall-even with her sharp tongue and witty comebacks; infact the professor had said herself that she saw some of herself in Ginny; that was before she gave her a detention…
"A very good evening to you all" Mcgonagall called out across the hall. "Now, before I send you to bed there are a few announcements…"
Ginny only half listened to the usual announcements as she thought about her impending year.
"And now, I would like to welcome our latest member of staff" said Mcgonagall gathering almost a whole third of Ginny's attention.
"Taking the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts is our newest member of staff Professor HJ Potter." Finished Mcgonagall. This was followed by smatterings of applause and hushed whispers of 'The Chosen One' by those who were old enough to remember. However Ginny's head had snapped up for a totally different reason and the whole three thirds was most definitely there now. Harry Potter, back at last. It had been almost five years since Ginny had last seen her brother's best friend; finally she had the sense that she wasn't alone anymore.