Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They all belong to the J.K. Rowling. But maybe I'll add some extras.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

He's here… and I'm here.

She kept on walking, listening to the sound of their heels on the wooden floor as she and her assistant, Claire, walked to the doors that led to the huge waiting room. When Ginny had hired the decorator for the entire building she had requested only one thing: one room with big sofas, a large TV screen and a bar. After all, she was only 19 back then. As they entered she took in the city through the huge window. It looked beautiful from the 22nd floor. She had always loved the city, and she knew she always would.

Slowly, she approached the couch that faced the window, and the man that sat there. She could almost feel his self-confidence filling the room: in the way he had one ankle over the other leg's knee, in the way he held his drink. Honestly, it made her want to throw up. Funny how something you loved about a person could become his worse defect in just seconds.

"Harry" Ginny said as she oh-so-gently put her hand in his shoulder.

He spun around, and she had to make an effort to stop herself from smirking. Instead, she focused on looking straight into his eyes and keeping an expressionless face. It was hard considering she wanted to hit him with a heavy thing, like a pickup truck. Now, of course she wouldn't hurt him for real. Her style was more like paying someone else to do that.

After a few seconds of staring at her, he stood up, stumbling just a little, showing for the first time how surprised he was to see her. Of course he was surprised! He had showed up at her office, well more like her building, asking for her number, her email, anything to be able to contact her, Claire said he was desperate. She had been avoiding him ever since their big fight at their old house, here in London. It was the first time they were face to face. Of course then she had yelled and cried like a… well, it hadn't been pretty. She didn't want him to see how hurt she was back then, so she even sent the divorce papers through the mail. This was exactly why some hours ago, after getting a call from Claire, she had decided to appear all the way from Turkey, but of course she kept him waiting for a few hours. He thought she had been in some crazy tour of Asia and Eastern Europe for the last 7 years, not putting one foot in England ever since. The truth was, Ginny loved her country too much to stay away, she had been coming frequently all the time, and she just never thought he should know. But now, maybe she could torture him. Just a little.

"Ginny" he took her in, and she was glad she had dressed up today. Then she realized her though and got a grip. She hated him, she reminded herself. He had broken her heart. But she could still see why she had married him in the first place.

"What are… I thought you weren't…" he mumbled.

Patience was NOT on her quality list, so she just cut him off before he could utter more unfinished questions. He thought she was in an unreachable Asian village? Well, she wasn't.

"I heard you were trying to contact me" she said as she smoothly sat down. She motioned to Claire that she could go and do whatever it was she did on her free time.

"Em, yes…" he said, and then he got his tongue back, and Ginny regretted not having teased him enough when she had a chance. "Eleanor and I wanted to talk…"

While he said the last phrase he gestured to the bar, and Ginny saw for the first time the tiny, pathetic figure sitting there, so small she hadn't even noticed her.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ellie. Didn't see you over there!" She walked to the bar and leaned towards Ellie, kissing her on the chick. The poor thing was extremely surprised by the gesture. "How are you?"

Without waiting for an answer, she went back to her seat at the couch and looked expectantly at them. Truth was, she had felt it was time to see these too again and stop hiding. But knowing that didn't make everything easier.

"I thought you were halfway around the world" Harry said, almost accusingly.

"Well, I WAS. But you know how much fun I have doing business in Britain. I just can't resist coming back a few times a year"

"I'm glad you're here" he responded, now getting his bravado back. "I want to talk to you about our house, the one here in London"

"What about it?" Ginny asked nonchalantly.

"Ellie and I are planning on coming back. And I want to live in there"

Well, that was a shocker. And a completely ridiculous idea. It was her house! How could he even suggest it? Most of their marriage was spent in that house. He was such a hypocrite.

But, oh shit! It wasn't even her house anymore, was it? She smirked internally remembering. Who would've known giving the house to Percy as a wedding gift would turn to be such a good idea?

She raised her eyebrows, gathered herself and managed to look him in the eye and say in a completely innocent tone. "Well, you know I'd love to, but the house isn't mine anymore"

A not-so-innocent smile managed to escape her lips. "I gave it to my brother and his wife" then she added as she took in his incredulous face. "Well, you know, we didn't grow up there, but it's one of the few places we could call home. So I thought Percy shouldn't worry about finding a place for his family "

The part about how she would've loooved to give him the house was bullshit, the part about it being her home, not so much. She couldn't help it but she remembered how it had been then, when her business was barely starting to rise she bought the place and she used to date a lot of guys, although, now that she gave it a second thought, most of those guys had been mere one night stands. But one of her rules was not bringing flings to the house, and when she met Harry, she remembered, she knew she wanted to bring him home, she wanted him to wake up in her bed, for as long as she could keep him. Even if it weren't Percy's, she would've never even considered for one second giving the house to her ex-husband and his new pregnant wife. She couldn't even look at her for too long, so it was a relief she was such a plain, quiet thing, sitting in the corner, agreeing with her husband.

Just then she realized Harry had been speaking when she took a trip through memory AND hater lane. Oops!

"Listen, Harry. I'm sorry. But it's his place now. And I offered you the house a long time ago. You didn't think I'd just leave it, right? I took care of everything before leaving the country"

That was half true, when Ginny offered him the house, they were happily married, and she though it could be owned by them, as a couple.

"More like fleeing…" he remarked.

Then it took all of her anger management tricks not to ask security to escort them out. Who did he think he was? What was he trying to say? He couldn't blame her for wanting to leave him behind! Besides, why were they even moving? Had life in Scotland suddenly become too boring for the great Harry Potter? Couldn't they just buy a new house? Maybe some place where she didn't have her most precious memories of the last ten years would be nice?

She wanted to ask, but finally didn't. She really didn't care anymore. Harry could go and have babies in Cuba for all she cared. It was no longer her problem.

But still she looked and him and couldn't help feeling dumped. She had given him her everything! Back then, she defied every single person who warned her not to marry him, everyone said she was too young, he was too hurt by the war, that she should think things over, and for 10 years, she had stood by him, certain that they were in love, that they would grow old together, that nothing could change the way they felt, that their vows had meant something. So here she was now, 34 years old, in the building she had raised for her empire so many years ago, when everything was new and shiny in her life, looking at the man who had sworn to love her forever, but somehow hadn't, and she tried to forget how it all happened. All those events that led her straight to his arms... But she couldn't.

Because she remembered. Oh, she remembered all right.