Thanks everyone for your reviews. I have to agree with the ones that Ginny has had a pretty rough time of it all over the years. I will explore things and background stuff a little more as I go on. No Katie wouldn't do the whole nasty ex-thing I personally hate those. I just wanted to put in a bit that Harry had tried to move on and felt bad it didn't work as Harry would, he does tend to take the blame on himself for everything. It has been 3 and a half years after the battle. By the way I've set this fic in October which makes it past Harry and Ginny's birthdays. Ginny is 20 and Harry 21.

Ginny

I had been amazed at how pleased everyone seemed to see me. George and Angelina had been surprised when I asked to go with them. But Mum had pretty much pushed me out the door declaring a night out with friends was probably just what I needed.

George had then muttered some comment about it being hard to call people your friends when you never saw them. But Angelina had smiled with a slightly questioning look and warned that it could get quite out of hand.

It hadn't taken me long to know just what she meant. Walking in I had barely registered all the different faces looking at me in the bar when Hermione ran over and hugged me before dragging me over to where Luna was excitedly waving to us.

The next thing I knew Dean and Seamus were standing on Chairs across the pub singing 'Weasley is our Queen.' It actually warmed my heart as everyone joined in and then Neville raised his butter beer making a toast about me living my dreams. Hannah gave me a butter beer and everyone seemed to return to what they were doing while I was caught up in a strange drunken hug by Dean and Seamus.

Finding my feet once they put me down I shook my head at their antics. "I see you two started the night early?" I half questioned them.

"These things are for getting totally, completely and utterly drunk Ginny. You would know that if you came more often." Seamus said as he swung an arm over my shoulder then lowered his voice. "Of course there are the boring ones, but we try to ignore them." He glanced at Hermione who was now sitting at a table just over my shoulder.

"Now Ginny sweetheart, why didn't you bring any of your teammates with you?" Dean asked with a strange face that I could only imagine was meant to be a pout.

"Because boys. They are simply not good enough for you." I joked disengaging myself from Seamus' arm. "Why don't you go and find someone to dance with." I suggested dropping into the chair next to Hermione and across from Luna.

The Boys grumbled a bit but then wandered off when they realised they no longer had my attention.

"I'm so glad you could come." Hermione said, making me smile at her before looking at Luna who was studying me intently.

"Ginny you've brought your Woogal Wingles with you. They feast on worry you need to let them go." Luna eventually declared. "A few drinks normally helps though."

Something's never change I couldn't help thinking to myself. Dean and Seamus would probably never grow up and Luna would probably always be insightful while sounding completely crazy.

"Hmm, it seems Harry's have found him again." Luna added causing Hermione and I to look across the room to where he seemed to be pulling Katie Bell up to the dance floor. When Harry laughed at something she said Luna added. "Oh no, they don't look like they are going to settle that's good."

Hermione coughed drawing our attention back to the table. "Ginny this is Luna's boyfriend Rolf." She said indicating to the thin serious man with shoulder length brown hair and a Goatee.

"Nice to meet you." I had to half yell over a cheer that went up from the corner where Dean and Seamus seemed to be talking to Ron and George.

"My Pleasure." He answered reaching out to shake the hand I held out to him. "Things aren't all that they seem, maybe the worst will turn out to be the best." He said looking me in the eye.

I was about to ask him what he meant when Hermione changed the conversation to the wedding, with her telling Luna why Luna wasn't going to be wearing yellow to match Ron's orange robes, as Ron was wearing royal blue. Luna just brightened even more. "Yellow looks lovely with blue, Hermione." Luna said after thinking about it. "Oh, look there's Justin and Susan, come and meet them Rolf." She half sung standing up and walking away from the table leaving Hermione looking like she was going to explode.

I had to smile taking a long drink from my butter beer. "I suppose yellow would also go with the blue silk the girls are wearing." I nudged her.

"I love Luna, but sometimes she just drives me nuts." Hermione groaned.

I nodded, remembering the feeling. "So what's with that guy Rolf and what he said to me?"

"Oh, pay no attention. He thinks he's some sort of seer always saying strange things. You know how much stock I put in that sort of thing." She grumbled. "Don't get me wrong he's perfect for Luna. He's a naturalist as well. But well, I just don't think I need double Luna in planning my wedding."

Looking at the Dance floor the music had slowed down and Harry and Katie looked at each other a little oddly before moving into an embrace and slow dancing.

"That girl is a sucker for punishment." I heard a voice sitting at our table. Turning I saw Cho Chang taking the seat Luna had just vacated. "Really Hermione I would have thought you would have made Harry stopped stringing her along by now."

Hermione looked at the Dance floor. "He has Cho, this is the first time they've seen each other in a year. Are you jealous?"

I almost wanted to laugh out loud. I had never really liked Cho Chang. I knew it was petty and it had more to do with Harry liking her when were young than anything else, but well I suppose I still didn't think much of her now.

"I'm just saying she keeps going back for more heart break. I thought that you, Alicia and Angelina would look out for her a little more." Cho swung her hair over her shoulder standing up then looked at me. "I'm off to find Michael, we're still together you know."

I held my butter beer up in a toast. "Good on you. Is that because no one else will have either of you?"

She just huffed and walked off, Hermione almost spat out her mouthful of butter beer next to me. After managing to swallow it, she smiled at me. "I can tell you right now Michael would be out on his backside if Harry even so much as looked at her again."

I nodded somehow it wouldn't surprise me, seeing how much half my team would give to be seen on his arm. Glancing back at Harry holding Katie I looked back at Hermione. "So what's the story?" I nodded my head in their direction.

She sighed lowering her voice. "They saw each other for about a year. Of course Harry had a few under cover jobs during that time. It probably doesn't look good to someone like Cho, but no one really knew about them, other than the odd slow dance or kiss on the cheek at one of these things. Harry's very private about his real life." She turned from watching them to look at me. "About a year ago Katie asked where they were heading. I think she got a bit clucky with Fred being born." She paused again clearly thinking about it all. "We all thought it would be good, but now I reckon they were probably just going for the comfortable option. The two singles in a group, that sort of thing. Harry realised she would never be it for him and called it off. It was a good choice. It would have hurt her a lot more if he had stayed with her just because it was comfortable."

I looked back as the slow song finished. My heart clenched a little as he gave her a kiss on the forehead, and whispered something to her before they parted ways. It wasn't long till my idiot brother George grabbed Katie around the waist and claimed the next dance. Maybe I had been a little too wrapped up in my own pain, and hurt over the years. Man, I had even believed what the papers wrote about Harry. Yet I had seen just seen in his face the struggle he felt at having hurt someone he cared about.

"I didn't tell you any of this by the way." Hermione rubbed her shoulder against mine. "So anyone in your life at the moment? You've been even more secretive over the years than Harry."

I half snorted. "It's easy when there isn't anyone." I answered her. "And now, I'm a single Mum, that's going to be a real turn on."

"Don't be silly, there will be someone out there for you. Even if I did always think you would marry Harry when we were younger." She fobbed off my answer.

"Life isn't always a fairytale." I looked back at her. "But I would have liked that thought of yours when I was younger."

Hermione frowned. "One day I'm going to make you sit down and tell me about your last two years of school, and what really happened to you over there."

I nodded my head, knowing it was probably going to come sooner than later after all my secret wasn't going to stay a secret forever. "One day I will Hermione, one day I will." I winked at her before standing up to go and greet Dennis Creevey he had followed in his brothers footsteps and now took Quidditch photo's professionally and I always seemed to manage too catch up with him at a shoot every few months.

The night wore on, and the drunk got drunker, and the dancing got crazier. It all reminded me a lot of some of the wild Gryffindor parties whenever we won a Quidditch game. But this one included firewhisky and people who were a lot more confident with the opposite sex than teenagers normally were.

After being dragged around the dance floor by Dennis, Dean, Lee and even my two crazy brothers, I finally found a seat again after grabbing another butter beer off Hannah at the bar.

Neville slipped in next to me. "I heard about you taking on your Goddaughter. That can't be easy." He looked at me. I nodded at him forming my answer. Is it strange that Neville was one person I never really felt I could lie to? I had been so unsure of myself after the whole chamber thing starting my second year. It had been Neville who would encourage me and helped me find myself again.

"It's not. I miss her parents, and so does she, but its good she's with me. I would be too worried about her otherwise." I answered, looking back at him.

Neville nodded then shivered slightly. "Kids still scare me. Hannah wouldn't mind trying for one straight after the wedding. But I'm still too scared I would drop the baby or forget where I put it."

I smiled remembering just how often Neville would forget something when we were younger. "No you wouldn't. Anyway, they can cry loudly, it does make it easier to find them." I grinned at him. "The wedding's coming up pretty soon isn't it?"

Neville smiled a full faced happy one. "Yeah next month, still can't believe she'll have me." I was pleased for him. I really felt he deserved to be happy.

"She knows she's a lucky girl." I answered taking a drink and looking at Hannah behind the bar.

"I'm the one who is lucky." He said and I glanced back at him to see he was now watching her as well, his expression one of complete adoration.

I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever have anyone look at me that way. Like I was the one who lit their world, I scanned the room and found Harry not too far from me in fact he seemed to be walking towards us.

Neville must have pulled his eyes away from his fiancé and seen Harry. "Harry take this girl to the dance floor, I'm going to drag Hannah away from the bar for a dance." He said getting up and half shoving Harry towards me.

As Neville walked away, I turned back to Harry and couldn't help but joke. "I think I just got brushed off by Neville Longbottom."

Harry smirked. "Sorry he's been whipped hook line and sinker ever since Hannah finally asked him out last year."

I laughed at that. "Did she have to propose as well?"

Harry laughed. "No, Neville did that, won me 50 Galleons off Ron and George. I knew he had it in him." Harry looked around him then shrugged his shoulders. "You want to dance?"

I could feel my heart beating at just the thought and my hands gripped the butter beer I held a little tighter. But I made myself put it down. "Yeah, alright, I've danced with every other idiot it seems."

"Except Neville." He corrected holding out a hand to me.

"Ahh, but Neville's not an idiot." I corrected him, and placed my hand in his, trying to ignore the tingle that ran through me like a magical current.

Harry glanced at our hands then up at me before turning towards where everyone was dancing I followed asking myself just what I was doing.

On reaching the dance floor Harry surprised me by looking down at our hands again, before lifting his arm and twirling me around, then pulling me against him, his other arm slipping around my waist leaving me almost breathless. Especially when he started to move us in time with the music, and I could feel his breath in my hair, I felt for sure my heart was going to explode from my chest, and I closed my eyes allowing myself to just feel emotions that I had convinced myself were gone. But as his arm at my waist tightened slightly around me, and I could have sworn I heard him sigh the emotions rode over me like waves crashing into shore. How had I survived for over four years not feeling this?

"I'm sorry about buying Olivia the broom." He finally spoke almost shattering the moment.

I pulled my head away from his chest not even knowing when I had laid it there. "Don't be, I was being a cow. She adores it." I mean really Harry should have every right to buy Olivia anything he wanted to.

He nodded. "I should have asked though. She's a great kid." My emotions swirled again.

"She is. She's still adjusting, but…." I stopped, not knowing what to say.

"It's not easy, but with you she'll be fine." He told me then spun us in a circle. "Living with your families sure got to beat the Dursleys." He quipped but his voice hitched a little at the end and I knew he was wondering what it would have been like to grow up with Sirius instead of his horrid Aunt and Uncle. It scared me that I could still read him so well.

I nodded, thinking about the strangeness of the fact that Harry's daughter had suffered the same loss as he had. The memory of her waking the night before calling out for Mummy and Daddy made me shiver. More often than not she was sleeping in my bed now days. I hated her suffering it wasn't something I had ever wanted for her.

"Are you cold?" Harry asked clearly at my shiver.

"No." I said stepping out of his arms. "I think I should head home. Liv's been having nightmares." I looked at my watch realising that is was already midnight.

Harry's face turned serious and nodded. "I'll apperate with you. Just to make sure. You shouldn't go anywhere on your own at the moment." I could see what ever moment we had just shared I had broken by pulling away. He now had his Auror face on, the one that I had seen often over the last week professional and slightly cold.

I shook my head. "No, Ron can come with me. Hermione made him promise earlier. Thanks for the dance." I turned away and looked for my brother. It wasn't hard to find him. He had Hermione on his lap and they had clearly been watching us. I just had to raise my eyebrows at him, and they both jumped up walking our way. Turning back to say goodbye to Harry, I frowned on finding out he was no longer there.

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