A/N: My first FanFic. Please be nice and R&R!!

I OWN NONE OF THE CHARACTERS!

1. Frustration

Ginny sighed as she opened her eyes to the bright sunlight that was streaming through the bedroom window through the gap in the curtains. She turned her head to see that Harry was rubbing his own eyes. "Morning", she said with a smile as he lowered his hands, he smiled back at her and she moved closer to kiss him. He kissed her back put pulled away as her hands started snaking down his bare chest towards the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. He sighed, "not now Gin, I've got to get to work", he said sliding away from her clutches and out of bed. She let out an exasperated sigh and slumped back against the pillows as she heard the shower go on. Harry was never in the mood these days, for the first few months after the end of the war he hadn't been able to keep his hands off her, but that was before he had started his aura training. She couldn't even understand why he wanted to be one, he was the one who kept saying he'd had enough danger and trouble for a lifetime. Not even sexy lingerie worked anymore, she knew he was tired but he just couldn't grasp the fact that she had needs too. Ginny sighed and got out of bed, she wondered for a moment if she should corner him in the shower, but then she heard the sound of the water stop. God, can he read my mind now?, she thought, more frustrated than ever. She flicked her wand towards the bed and it made itself, as she picked some clothes out of the wardrobe she decided that this was way over her head and she needed some girly advice. She picked up her wand again and sent a patronus to Hermione. "Who did you send that to?" came the sound of Harry's voice from the doorway. Trust him to notice that. "Hermione", she answered, forcing a smile, "I thought we could have lunch if she's not too busy", she said emphasising the last word. He appeared not to notice. "Right, I'm off", he said picking up his wand from the bedside table and kissing Ginny swiftly.

* * *

"Sorry I'm late Ginny!" exclaimed Hermione as she sat herself down opposite her.

"No problem", replied Ginny pushing a glass of wine towards her.

"Thanks", said Hermione taking it. As she did so Ginny couldn't help but eye the ring that glittered on her left hand. She never thought Ron had much taste, so she was pleasantly surprised, and also slightly jealous, that he had picked out such a beautiful engagement ring for Hermione. "Are you alright?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah", said Ginny snapping out of it, then she sighed, "no"

"What is it?" she asked, her brown eyes full of concern.

"It's nothing really … it's just me and Harry …"

"Have you two been rowing?"

"Hardly"

"What do you mean?"

"It's hard to argue with someone who isn't there"

"Ah", said Hermione, she took another sip of wine while she contemplated what Ginny had said to her. "You know … he has a lot on with -"

"Aura training. I know." Ginny said, cutting her off.

"Well yeah …"

"Tell me Hermione. How many times have you and Ron had sex this month?"

"What?!" said Hermione, shocked at the bluntness of the question.

"Well?" pressed Ginny.

"I … I don't know … a fair few …"

"Too many to count?"

"I don't keep a tally chart!"

"Sorry …"

"It's OK … look, this thing with you and Harry, is it just about sex?"

"Yes and no. He just doesn't notice me anymore"

"How many …"

"I could count them on one hand, and the minutes it lasted too …"

Hermione blushed slightly. She didn't want to think of her best friends having sex, or not, as the case seemed to be. "You know, Gin, the aura training doesn't last forever, once he's qualified -"

"He'll be gone even more. Tracing Death Eaters and bad guys!"

"It will be his job"

"I have a job … but I always make time for him", said Ginny forcefully. Hermione took another sip of wine, she had no comeback for that one.

* * *

Hermione sat on the sofa flicking through a bridal magazine, she was making the most of her time alone as Ron had sent her a message saying that he would be late home from work. She assumed that he was helping George with a delivery or a stock take or something or other. Her conversation with Ginny kept running through her mind and she could barely concentrate on the beautiful gowns on the page in front of her. She hoped that Ginny and Harry would be able to fix their problems, she couldn't imagine them not being together after everything they had gone through to be together. Glancing at the clock she saw that it had gone midnight and she wondered just what an earth was taking Ron so long. Just as she raised her wand to send him a message the front door slammed and she looked towards the sitting room door in anticipation. Ron walked through with a grin on his face, "sorry I'm so late" he said leaning over the back of the sofa to kiss her. She smiled at him when he eventually pulled away, "what took you so long?" she asked as he threw himself down next to her. "Harry dropped by the shop just as we were closing up so we went for a drink", he answered. Hermione frowned, thinking of the conversation she had had with Ginny earlier in the day. "You didn't have to keep him out so long", she said reproachfully. "I didn't", said Ron defensively, "it was his idea, I wanted to come home hours ago but he kept insisting I stay for another, you're not mad at me are you?"

"No, of course not", she said smiling at him, "I just thought he would want to get back to Ginny …" Ron merely shrugged. "Did he say anything to you about him and Ginny?" Hermione pressed. "Nope", said Ron, "and I'd have told him to shut it if he did, him and my sister are a no go topic of conversation, I don't want or need to know anything about it", he said, a slightly disgusted look on his face. Hermione couldn't help but smile at the expression, she sometimes forgot how protective he was of Ginny. "C'mon", she said after a moment, standing up and taking his hand, "let's go to bed".

* * *

Ginny heard the front door slam and feigned sleep. Harry entered their bedroom and she heard him get undressed and pull on his pyjamas, he then slid into bed beside her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath even though he was no where near her, he didn't even touch her, reach out to hold her. Her instinct told her that he was laid right on the edge of his side of the bed, facing away from her and she felt tears stung her eyes. Harry may be in the same bed as her, mere inches away, but they may as well be on another planet.