A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter

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For the next few days, everything was perfect. Harry went to work. He stayed at work until dinner. Ginny made dinner, she even tried a new recipe.

"This is amazing, Gin. I didn't know you could cook like this." She laughed at his surprise.

"With my mum? I had to learn. I think all of us can cook somewhat, although, I do remember Ron nearly burning down the house one summer. That might have been on purpose though," she added after a second.

"Sounds like something he might do. When does your training start back up for this season?"

"Next week." Ginny tried to keep the excitement from her voice. Training with her team would keep her away from the house, away from Harry, and hopefully allow her mind to at least rest from trying to sort things out.

"Great. I'm really looking forward to coming to your games."

"Even the away ones?" She'd hoped he wouldn't be able to make those, even though travel was incredibly quick.

"Some of them. Are you going to playing the Yorkies again this year?"

"Probably not, they didn't even make the division last year, unless they've replaced their whole team...which I doubt, they won't make it far enough to matter. Why?"

"I remember seeing them play." Ginny nodded. She remembered that day too. She and Harry had gone to watch the match. The Harpies were playing later that week and Ginny had had a free day. Harry had yelled at the players from the stands. He'd also managed to break Ginny's nose. She'd fixed it easily enough. Being a major league player meant you had to learn a few healing spells.

"How are things going at work?" Ginny asked wondering if she'd lost her mind. She knew that question was a minefield, but Harry had been asking her about her job. It seemed like he wanted to make conversation.

"Good, actually! We have a few new interns, fresh from Hogwarts."

"Anyone we know?" Ginny hadn't heard of any of their year applying, but she was so out of touch with everyone.

"No one from our time, unfortunately. I think most of them have seen enough war. Ron and I were the only ones to apply."

"I'm not surprised. There are so many other jobs opening now a days. I heard there's a new division of mind healers at St. Mungo's." She dropped the comment so carefully, waiting to see if maybe Harry might take the bait.

"Really? I guess some people aren't over the war. This was a good dinner, Gin. I've got work to do." He rose leaving her sitting at the table. She sighed. That hadn't gone...well, she hadn't really planned where she had wanted it to go. Had she really expected him to open up, expected him to admit maybe he might need help?

"I must be losing my own mind," she muttered. "Maybe I should see one the damn healers myself." She paused and suddenly smiled. Healers were sworn to secrecy. She knew that much. Maybe she could tell them, no, Harry could lose his job if anyone were to find out. She sighed and started washing the dinner dishes. She made sure to put the recipe in the file she was keeping of ones Harry liked.

"Thankfully practice is starting next week," she stated, the thought of flying the air causing a smile on her face. At least there, she didn't have to worry about Harry.