No matter how many times Ginny Weasley rode on muggle transport, she just couldn't get used to it. As she stood in the crowded carriage of a tube train, bodies pressed tightly around her and the smell of coffee and dusty suits filling her nostrils as they barrelled through anonymous underground tunnels, she cursed her small muggle flat and its lack of fireplace. This way of travelling felt so slow to the witch that had grown up using the floo network and broomsticks. Of course, she could apparate to work if her stupid brain would let her. The panic she felt as her body started to be squeezed was enough to knock her concentration off every time. For that, she could thank Tom Riddle's diary that cursed her to a life of bad memories at age eleven.

The train stopped and more commuters boarded. The rush caused Ginny to be pushed against the door of the carriage and that familiar sense of dread came over her. Everything was too close. She had to get out.

She stepped into the next carriage along and breathed slightly easier. The squeeze wasn't as bad here. She could just hold on until her stop and everything would be okay. Her mood lifted when a particularly unpleasant man jeered at her from one of the seats and suddenly suffered from a rather well-timed, and violent nosebleed. Ginny always had a particular talent for jinxes and it's safe to say she didn't have any more trouble from him.

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Ginny sat at her desk in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office twiddling her wand between her fingers. A message had just floated onto her desk about a few incidents of jinxed grandfather clocks turning up in muggle homes and causing very mild cases of flu. She couldn't think of anything more boring. Ginny wasn't a big-headed person, but she wondered how someone who fought in the Battle of Hogwarts and helped to defeat Lord Voldemort could now be stuck here. She was only here because her father ran the department and, without him, she would be stuck in some even more mundane job. She wished she could just help George out at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes but that would take her further away from that precious Auror position she had yearned for since her final year at Hogwarts. She snapped from her thoughts and decided she better respond to the message. She got up and headed towards the office of her father.

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When Ginny finally returned from the five muggle houses she had attended, assuming the identity of a government health inspector, she was feeling much worse than before. The last clock she had removed the jinx from had fought back with some ferocity and she now had a streaming nose and ached all over. Her father had instantly sent her home to rest when she had reported back and she now sat on the sofa in her flat watching the television. Ginny couldn't believe she had to put up with this after all she had done for the wizarding world. How come Harry got to work his way quickly through the Auror ranks to become one of the highest up members of the ministry while she had to sit here with a stupid muggle illness. Her doorbell ringing loudly through the flat made Ginny jump and almost spill her tea. Setting it down, she, with much effort, made her way to the door, pressing a big button on the wall.

"Hello?" Ginny's voice was hoarse and scratchy.

A happy sounding female voice responded, "Hello Ginny. Can I come in? I heard you were ill, so I've come to cheer you up"

Ginny couldn't help smiling and buzzed Luna Lovegood in. She returned to her tea and, a few seconds later, Luna burst in with armfuls of blankets, muggle medicine and DVDs. She dropped them on the sofa and rushed to Ginny, reminding her of her mother in the way she clamped her arms over her. Finally, she broke away and started to talk at a hundred miles an hour.

"Hermione said they've been jinxing clocks. That sounds quite dangerous. I was just reporting in to her about a new rather dangerous species I've discovered in the Welsh mountains. I thought she should know about them as the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as they may be illegally traded because of their valuable fur and they might be hunte-" She cut off as she noticed Ginny leaning on the back of the sofa, holding her head.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yeah it's just my head… it hurts rather a lot" she sighed.

Luna seemed to realise her mistake "Oh Ginny I'm sorry I didn't realise" she spoke in a hushed voice now.

"It's ok Luna, you were only trying to help" every word Ginny spoke seemed to rattle through her entire head.

The girls stood for a moment before Luna remembered the medicine she had brought. She grabbed a couple of boxes and read them intently. The word headache popped out on the third box that held paracetamol.

"Here" she passed Ginny the tablets.

Ginny thanked her and went to the sink, pouring a glass of water and swallowing the pills down.

She looked over her shoulder to the kitchen door, "Would you like some tea?"

Luna rushed in, seemingly disgusted by the idea that Ginny should be doing any work. She almost swept her off her feet as she guided her back to the sofa, covering her in a blanket and putting a DVD in the player that Hermione had bought her and taught them to use.

"Hermione said this filn was good" Luna still hadn't got the hang of some of the muggle words.

She bustled off to the kitchen as the film started. Ginny heard the kettle boil and, a minute later, Luna was returning with two steaming mugs. She set them down and dropped onto the sofa next to her.

"I think I've finally got the hang of the kepple" Ginny chuckled at her mistake and put her head on the blonde girl's shoulder.

Neither of them seemed to get the film and both witches soon started to fight to stay awake. Soon after, Ginny's eyelids dropped, and she was asleep. It was warm in the room and, after a few more minutes, Luna joined her.

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Ginny woke to a loud ringing. She couldn't tell if it was real or in her head. She wiped her eyes to clear her vision and sat up. Two mugs of, presumably cold, tea sat on the table in front of her. She felt a lot better than before and so decided that the ringing wasn't a result of any illness and that someone must have been at her door. Making her way to the door, she silently thanked Luna. Her joints no longer ached as if she had run to Scotland and back. This time, the voice at the door was Hermione's and Ginny let her in. When she came through the door, Ginny was halfway through tidying up her living room. Hermione instantly jumped into mothering mode, grabbing the mugs from her hands and hurrying off to the kitchen to pour them away.

"You should be resting" Hermione called from the kitchen, "why did you have two cups of tea? Are you feeling disoriented?"

Hermione returned to the living room with a worried look on her face.

"Luna" Ginny responded "She came to see me after reporting to you"

"That girl" Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes "I was looking for her for about an hour earlier and she was here disturbing you"

"No, it was fine" Ginny interjected "She was helping me. I feel much better now, thanks to her"

"Oh ok" Hermione continued clearing up for Ginny who stopped her.

"Look, I feel fine now" She glanced down at the rather large bump that was Hermione's stomach "you need rest more than me right now"

Hermione huffed at this but sat down anyway. She glanced at the television and saw the title screen for the DVD.

"Hey I like this one!"

"Yeah Luna brought it round" Ginny replied from the kitchen "She said you recommended it"

"What did you think?"

Ginny returned from the kitchen.

"We both fell asleep" she laughed, and Hermione rolled her eyes "I don't think we got it"

"Fair enough, I guess you just don't have the brainpower" she teased.

Ginny rolled her eyes back at her and sat down. They sat in comfortable silence for a minute before the redhead spoke.

"So, not long now then?" she motioned to Hermione's stomach "Still got no idea what my little niece is going to be called?"

"Well we've got a few name ideas but we're not sure yet"

Ginny sat up eagerly, swinging her legs up onto the sofa beneath her "Go on then. Try me"

Hermione seemed apprehensive, chewing her lip, "I don't know. We've barely thought about it. None of it is final or anything"

"Hermione Granger" Ginny said in a mock stern tone "I demand to hear what my niece will be called. Don't make me jinx Ron and make him think he wants to call her Ginny"

Both witches laughed and Hermione seemed to decide "Ok I'll tell you but you can't tell Ron"

Ginny drew her finger across her chest in an 'X' shape "cross my heart"

"Ok, well I really like Rose, after my aunt. She died when I was young. Ron thinks we should call her Luna. But we keep thinking of new names every other day. We even considered Molly at one point" Ginny pulled a face at this and the girls laughed.

Hermione continued, "We've also said a few times about calling her…" Hermione seemed to stop herself.

Ginny motioned for her to continue and she did.

"Ginny. We said about naming her after you, but Ron said it would be weird. You're so close to us still and two Ginnys might just be weird"

"As much as I look forward to turning her into a little version of me that can terrorise you both when I'm not around, maybe sharing a name would be a step too far" she laughed and Hermione let out a small chuckle as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad you weren't offended by it"

"Who said I wasn't offended?" Ginny teased "Don't worry, little Rose will get you back for it eventually when she finds out you decided not to name her after one of the most brilliant witches she knows"

"So, you like Rose then?"

"Yeah I think I do" she paused for a second "Luna has the same problem as Ginny, she's always around too"

"That's what I said but Ron insisted that she had really grown on him since school"

"But they work with each other all the time. Surely he realises that would be weird?"

"I think he was just proud that he came up with a name to be honest. I think he's just attached to it because it's the only name he's come up with that has any sort of meaning to it"

"I'm sure he'll come round to Rose"

"Who knows" Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall, "I better get going"

She tried to get up off the sofa but failed and flopped back down again, giving Ginny a mock pleading look. She rolled her eyes and helped the brown-haired girl to her feet, giving her a long and tight hug.

"Ron should be here in a minute; I'm not supposed to be apparating at the moment"

Just a second later, a loud crack made the two witches jump and they turned to see Ron there holding a large trunk.

"Alright Ginny? Heard you got jinxed" he smiled but she knew he meant well.

"Yeah just a muggle cold, I'm alright now"

"Great! Look we better get going" he jerked his thumb towards Hermione, "this one is supposed to be home resting"

Hermione joined his side and they linked their hands together. He gave her a quick kiss before turning back to Ginny.

"Oh yeah. Mum and Dad cleared out the attic and found this. It's your Hogwarts trunk"

"Oh god" Ginny rushed forward and grabbed it from him "they didn't look through it did they?"

"No" he smirked.

"You looked through it didn't you!" she hit his arm.

"I only glanced in to see whose trunk it was. All I saw was a lovely note from Dean Thomas"

Ginny's cheeks flushed bright red.

"You better disapparate right now Ronald Weasley before I jinx you so hard you can't!"

He seemed to take notice of this and grabbed Hermione's hand once more. She waved apologetically to Ginny before Ron turned on the spot and the couple disappeared. She dragged the case over to a corner before glancing up at the clock. It could wait. She had a plan to try and finally move up in the ministry and it would need her at least semi-conscious to execute it.