"Well you see, Harry and I dated for a bit before the war, as you know, but then he and Hermione and my brother went off on the task Dumbledore had left them. Harry was concerned for me, because of the dangers to anyone associating with him at that time and because of the dangers he faced. So the bloody noble git breaks up with me so as not to hurt me. And yes I understand and appreciate why you did it, dear, but I must admit, I was not pleased at the time. Well anyway, when everything settled down after the Battle, Harry came to talk to me. We both still had a year of school left, but Harry was going straight into the Aurors department. And I must admit, when I heard that, I was rather scared that Harry would move on without me. But then he turned up on our doorstep right before the start of school. He had me and Hermione's Hogwarts letters from Mcgonogall. Oh my, I really thought Hermione might pee herself when you told her Hogwarts had been restored so quickly! Do you remember that Harry?"

"I do," Harry smiled down at his wife, playing with a piece of her hair as she talked.

"Well anyway, he barely even acknowledged me. Not that Mum really gave him much of a chance. As soon as he walked through the door she wrapped him in a bone crushing hug and it took a quidditch team's worth of unsticking spells to get her to let him loose. But he was at the Burrow for a good hour or more without any attempt to speak with me so I had pretty much given up hope. I went up to my room to get myself under control. I'm not known for keeping a level head when I'm angry," she explained to Dudley. "But Harry eventually came to talk to me and he was a mess. You would have thought I was Voldemort himself the way he acted."

"Hey now! If you'll remember it turned out I had a pretty good reason to be scared!" Harry interjected. Ginny waved her hand at him to quiet down.

"Shush we're getting there. Anyway I didn't say anything to him, I just watched him fumble his way through asking me if I would like to accompany him to Diagon Alley to pick up my school supplies. I coldly agreed to go and we flooed there. We walked around collecting the stuff on my list and Harry was getting more and more nervous as we went on. He really was a wreck. He knocked over an entire display of books at Flurrish and Blotts." Ginny and the other couple all laughed, but Harry spluttered indignantly.

"Well I had a bloody right to be nervous. She was barely speaking a word to me. I knew her well enough to know that meant I was in some serious trouble, and the longer it brewed the worse I was in for it! You'd have been terrified too if you'd been in my place!"

Ginny laughed at Harry. "Haha, oh it is true. I was so angry with him."

"Why?" Cho asked confusedly.

"Well, you see, when Harry and i broke up, there was sort of an unspoken agreement that we weren't really over. And I still loved him. I spent an entire year, wondering where he was and if he was safe. And then he finally shows back up in my life, with only enough time to give me a hurried hello and then all hell breaks loose. And the next thing I know he has gone off to offer himself up as a sacrifice to Voldemort without even saying goodbye to me. I know now he was just doing it to try and protect me, but I was hurt at the time. And then even after the battle, I wanted to be with him and help each other through the trauma but he never showed, and once again, I had no idea where he was." She looked up at her husband sadly. "So yeah, I was angry. And poor Harry was terrified. He wanted to make everything up to me and give me a perfect date. He tried so hard. It was just too much. He started by making us a reservation at a restaurant in Diagon Alley. It was new at the time and quickly went out of business, but it had advertised itself to offer a romantic evening for couples. I think I probably have your disastrous date to thank for that." She winked at Cho who laughed.

"So we go in and sit down, and if you think Madam Puddifoot's was ridiculous, you should have seen this place. It really wasn't my scene and it certainly wasn't Harry's but it was his best attempt at a romantic gesture so I cut him a little slack. Harry sat there, trying to make light conversation, but instead of talking about things we both liked like quidditch, he starts asking me about what clothes I've purchased for the new school year." Cho gasped.

"He asked YOU that? Harry!" She shook her head at his foolishness.

"Well I'm not completely to blame!" Harry defended himself, "Ron told me to."

"Well then you are to blame," Ginny laughed, "No one in their right mind would take relationship advice from Ron."

They all laughed. It was perfectly true. Ron's poor relationship skills were a well known fact.

"Anyway he carried on like that for a while, and I was getting increasingly frustrated with him for not talking to me about something that actually mattered, like where the bloody hell he had been. The tipping point came when the performers took the stage."

"Performers?" Dudley asked.

"Oh yes there was live entertainment. Didn't I mention that? Well anyway they start to put on this skit. It was a terrible skit. All about this poor girl who was living a terrible life, until this rich man meets her and she falls deeply in love with him. Throughout the entire performance the girl has no backbone. She 'doesn't deserve' the man so she completely changes everything about herself so she appears more fashionable. She quits school so she can spend more time with him. And they eventually get married and she bows down to every will and whim of her husband's because he is so amazing to have saved her from poverty. And they live happily ever after. I was fuming. I looked around at all of the couples and saw all of the women staring at their significant others with great gooey eyes and it made me sick. Well poor Harry, I was making him really nervous now but he had been a little too nervous to pay any attention to the play so he had no idea what was causing such fury in me. In a desperate attempt to make conversation, he commented on what an excellent play that had been. I lost it. I stood and screamed at him for considering such trash as good and if he wanted a woman like that he would have to look somewhere else and I stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Harry in a daze. I flooed home and locked myself in my room. I fumed and raged. Poor Arnold was cowering in the back of his cage. I had heard Harry come home after a while, but I was ignoring him. Eventually I got fed up and decided I was being ridiculous. I had grown up with enough boys to know they were a lot of times too stupid to tell you what you really wanted to know, so I stormed down to the kitchen where Harry was sitting talking to Molly and Ron. I grabbed his arm and drug him from the table, out the door."

"And then she let me have it," Harry interjected, "Everything she was mad at me for was laid out on the table. I don't think I've ever been so scared before in my life."

"Well I would be mad too. I can't believe you ignored her the whole summer." Cho said.

"I know. I was a right git. But I thought it was best at the time. I assumed she would want space to grieve after the war. It didn't occur to me that she might want some support while she grieved." Harry looked at Ginny sadly, obviously regretting his choice.

"Well he explained and I forgave and here we are today. Happy as ever! Now what about you two?" Ginny said, quickly changing the subject. It pained her to see Harry so regretful.

Dudley laughed. "Well now that's quite the story."

"Well we've just bored you with ours, it's our turn to hear a story." Ginny said settling back against Harry's knees, getting comfortable.