A brand new story I started. I'm still working on Price of War, no worries. I just wanted to try my hand at a romantic comedy for once. So please do let me know what you think! This will be a short story; only a few chapters long. So read, review, and enjoy! :)

I'm Just Here For The Cake

Sep. 3rd

My brother's getting married in seven days to my best friend. It's great. I'm happy for them. Really. I mean they're perfect for each other. The only problem is I'm the Maid of Honor, and my ex, well; he's the Best Man.

It's kind of a big problem, really. You see, we split up before the war because it was too dangerous. Or at least he thought it was. At any rate, we split up with the promise that he'd come back to me after the war was over. Only he didn't. He kept his distance, preferring to be alone most of the time. Sure, he came over once in a while, but always to see Ron. Once Ron left The Burrow and moved in with Hermione, he pretty much stopped coming over all together. He would just pop in for major holidays. I suppose that's for the better. Help me get over him and all.

Only, it's not working. I can't stop thinking about why he didn't come back, about why he won't talk to me, or barely even look at me even. I don't understand. I don't know what I did wrong…no, you know what? I didn't do anything wrong. He did. He chose not to come back to me. He chose to get a flat in London on his own. He chose to only confide in Ron…RON of all people!

Sometimes all I want to do is slap him. Slap him so hard he bleeds. Other times I want to snog him. It's infuriating. Hermione says we just need to sit down and talk about everything that happened back then. I'd rather not.

"Ginny, I'm telling you, Harry wants to talk to you, he just doesn't know how," Hermione tells me as we test her wedding cake options. They decided to get married on a whim a week ago, so the planning has been rather crazy, as you might imagine.

"That's rubbish," I stab my fork into the piece closest to me. "Everyone knows how to talk."

"Not Harry," Hermione gives me a disapproving look, and then tries a piece to her left, weighing it against the others. "You know how inarticulate he can be."

"If he wishes to talk, he may do so," I skewer some cake, not really tasting it. "But I will not be the one who gives in. I did nothing wrong."

"Ginny," Hermione pokes my arm with her fork, looking angry. "This isn't some fight you two are having. This is serious."

"No, it's not. He's dead." I say moodily, rubbing my arm.

Hermione looks shocked, and then pokes my arm even harder with her fork. "That isn't funny Ginevra. It isn't funny in the least."

"I thought it was," I mumble, continuing to rub my arm.

"Well it's not," she grabs my fork, "and if you aren't going to help me pick which cake is better, you don't need a fork."

"Hey!" I reach for the fork just as she moves it out of arms reach. "I'm trying to help. They all taste the same. Can I please have the fork back?"

"Ugh, you're just like your brother!" She throws my fork back on my plate. "He's all 'it taste the same, 'Mione! Cake's cake.' Cake is not just cake. It is our wedding cake!"

I nod like I understand. In truth, I've no idea what she's going on about. It's just cake. Honestly, sometimes I think she's gone mental. Who tries to plan a wedding with only two weeks! I'm just happy she's stopped bugging me about Harry.

"Anyhow," She digs back into her cake. "You can't treat this like a fight, Ginny."

I spoke to soon.

"Why not?" I ask, picking at a marble cake with white and blue frosting. "That's what it is, isn't it?"

"No. Not really. You two haven't spoken in two years. Not since the Final Battle." She debates a piece of yellow cake with white and green frosting.

"Thanks for reminding me."

"My point is," she grabs my arm, turning me towards her. "No one is 'giving in' to anyone else. There wasn't even a fight. You guys just…stopped talking."

"Correction—he stopped talking," I say angrily. "Or rather, he stopped talking to me. He was fine talking to Ron though."

"I know," Hermione looks at me sadly, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. "But you're both in pain from it. I see how much he hurts every day. One of you just needs to start communicating with the other."

"Well that's not going to be me," I say stubbornly, as I start eating more cake. "I don't know why he should be in pain. This is obviously what he wanted."

"Ginny, he didn't want this," Hermione tries to make me to look at her again, but I won't.

"Then why didn't he come back to me after the war was over? Why did he run off to London?" I ask, close to tears.

"I—I don't know," Hermione looks down into her lap. "I don't know Ginny."

"He talks to Ron, doesn't he?" I abandon the cakes, thankful that we had a private cake tasting at least.

"Yes…" She seemed a little wary.

"Doesn't Ron tell you anything about it? Don't you know anything?" I plead with her to tell me something, anything, about why Harry just left without saying a word.

"I'm sorry Ginny," she watches me sadly, "Ron keeps that all to himself. You know how the boy are."

One of the servers finally comes out of the kitchen to ask us if we'd like a refill of our waters. They undoubtedly heard the whole thing and are probably waiting to sell their story to the nearest gossip magazine. Unfortunately, being friends with The Chosen One, and being the heroes of the war has given us somewhat of a celebrity status around here for the past two years. Not only Hermione, Ron, Harry and I, but also, Neville. We get it the most I think.

We tell the server we'd like two new glasses of water, and she walks back off towards the kitchen, where three other servers quickly duck away as the door shuts behind her. I go back to eating the different cakes in front of me, not tasting a single one. I'm determined to not let a single tear fall. I will not give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Too many tears have been spelt over this ordeal as it is. Hermione watches, worried, as I eat piece after piece. Eventually she returns to her cake as well, and we eat in silence.

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