This is my first post on here, so I'm sorry if there are any errors and some plot points don't make any sense! I'm trying my best to get this up and edited! The ages may be off, I think Victoire may have been only 5 or 4 years old, but I'm not positive. Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville and Ron are roughly 22/23. Thanks for reading! Please review! - WinnepegLove

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter!

Articles of clothing were flying all over the room as the redhead frantically searched for her missing left black heel.

Ginny was running late for her date with Harry, and he'd get to her flat at any minute.

Ginny had officially moved out of the Burrow almost a year ago, and with her new spot on the Holyhead Harpies as chaser and Harry's successful career as an auror, their time spent together was very rare.

Ginny put on the heel and took a final look in her mirror and was satisfied.

"All I need is Harry, and I'll be good to go." Ginny thought out loud to herself.

But unexpectedly a silver stag patronus strutted into her room, and Harry's voice boomed aloud "Hey Gin, sorry this is so last minute but I'm not going to be able to make it to your flat on time tonight, so I need you to instead just meet me at Kings Cross instead, near platforms 9 and 3/4. I love you…"

Ginny sighed.

During her rush, she destroyed her room, but now at least Harry wouldn't come and see it.

With a wave of her wand, the room cleaned it self. She grabbed her cardigan and apparated to King's Cross.

When she got there, it was empty, only some muggles rushing to catch their train and Harry was nowhere to be found. But a voice behind her that didn't belong to Harry startled her.

"Hey Ginny."

It was Neville.

Ginny breathed in relief, it wasn't some creepy drunk.

"Neville, what are you doing here? Not to be rude or anything."

Neville smiled "This is the place where you first laid eyes on Harry. When your crush truly first began on him. Where he first met you and your family." He told her.

"Yes. Okay. Alright. I was there, I remember. Good to know, Neville." Ginny said impatiently since Harry still hadn't shown up.

"Do you happen to know where Harry is?"

"Right. He said he'd meet you at Flourish & Blotts. He needed to pick up a book for the minister there." Neville replied.

"Okay great, thanks Neville. Goodnight."

She managed a smile and with that Ginny made her way out of Kings Cross and apparated into Diagon Alley.

Walking very fast, and trying not to trip while wearing heels, she pushed open the heavy door that led into Flourish & Blotts.

Instead of finding Harry like she had hoped, she saw her brother Bill, his wife Fleur, and their 6 year old daughter, Victoire. "Hey Gin" "Ah, Geeny 'ow good it eez to see you!" "Hello Aunt Ginny!" the family greeted her.

An aggravated Ginny said her hellos and just as she was about to tear apart the bookshop and kill Harry, Bill started to speak to her.

"Hey remember this place Gin? Ron told me this is where you stood up for Harry, and that Malfoy kid called you Harry's girlfriend."

Ginny started turning very red.

"Of course I remember 'this place' I've only been here a million times, and Ron told you that didn't he? What else has he been telling you?"

Bill smiled warmly at her and began again.

"Nothing, just told me when you first proclaimed your love for Harry."

Ginny rolled her eyes "Okay... Speaking of Harry have you seen him around? He was supposed to meet me here."

Fleur smiled and had what looked like a twinkle in her eyes. "Ah, 'Arry was ere! 'E went to drop off ze book for Kingsley. I theenk he said 'eed be near the Department of Mysteries."

Ginny sighed. Was Harry trying to give her a hint by not showing up and not telling her the exact place he'd meet her?

"Alright, thank you Fleur. Bye Bill, Fleur and Victoire."

"Bye Ginny, don't worry you know how Harry is, he means well." Bill said in his reassuring tone. Was she that easy to read? She shook her head and said "I know, I know." She pushed the heavy door open and stepped outside and sighed again. Despite what Bill told her, she couldn't help but feel that her worst nightmare was going to come true…again. He was going to break up with her.