A/N:
To Emily: here's Ginny!
To Guest: it was very flattering to know that someone was actually waiting for my story… I'm glad you are enjoying it!
To Lilimoon 12: hold your horses, no need to capitalize! Here's another chapter ;)
To Bushwah: I have missed your panicked moods so.. I'll PM you soon enough.
Chapter 11:
"Ginny broke something again" said Ron casually, as he sat on his desk finishing some paper work.
"Oh, what was broken this time?" Harry asked between sips of coffee.
"You mean what wasn't?" snorted Ron "lucky she didn't break her neck, I know she's talented and all. But she needs to minimize the injuries, at least for mum's sake".
Ginny was a Quidditch enthusiast. She ended up joining the all girls team Holyhead Harpies as a fantastic Chaser.
Her first injury was a bludger to the head that knocked her out for a full week. The first thing she said when she woke up was; "did we win?" the Captain was very proud of her to say the least.
"There is a celebration at The Burrow tonight, and you are courtly invited" said Ron with half a smile.
Harry rolled his eyes as Ron laughed.
The term of courtly invited was lost on Mrs. Weasley. It would have been more accurate to have the words forcedly invited instead. Now that's a woman who won't take no for an answer.
"Are you sure it would be fine mate? I can say you got held up at work or something…" Ron looked a bit guilty, but Harry waved him off; "your mom won't let me see the light of day if I didn't show up. Don't worry about it".
Harry excused himself saying he needed a file from the evidence room.
He knew it wasn't as sudden as everyone thought.
Him and Ginny's so called "break" has been going on for a while, before the official announcement.
"It's neither of us", Ginny has said, "maybe we should take a break, to see what we both want in life, to see if this is really for us..." by this, she meant marriage.
Sure, they have talked about it. Right after the war, when they finally officially got together, but they kept getting…distracted.
Harry was involved as a Head Auror, while Quidditch was her priority and she aimed to create a name for herself, not just to be the girl who landed Harry Potter, the boy who lived multiple times.
Harry continuously said to her and to the guilty cloud over Ron's head that he understood her point of view, and he honestly did.
It still didn't make their meetings any less awkward though.
If Ginny was quite delicate about mentioning the marriage, Mrs. Weasley on the other hand was certainly not.
Harry prepared himself mentally that evening, for a somewhat awkward gathering and a handful of not so subtle hints from Mrs. Weasley as he dejectedly yet bravely appirated to The Burrow.
Draco was trying to insert his key in the apartment door as quietly as humanly possible.
It was either that he was not quite enough, or Lucy had a Sneakoscope that told her whenever he was getting in and out of his apartment.
She opened her door and he was hit full blast with the smell of homemade cookies. She was in one of those short dresses she seems to prefer, while her strawberry blond hair was up in a messy bun.
"I was just about to make tea, would you like some?" Draco had refused her so many times already that he started to feel rude.
He knew his father would probably stare at him sternly for the mere idea of spending time with a muggle, chitchatting, eating cookies and drinking tea.
The idea sounded so absurd that Draco actually went for it.
"Yes, that would be lovely" he said.
Anything to piss off his father, and to prove to himself that he wasn't a splitting image of him…