Ginny's jaw dropped. She was staring into the luminous green eyes of Harry Potter.

Harry Potter had left three days after he defeated Voldemort. After the vicious fight with Voldemort, it took three days for him to heal with magic. He had a severe concussion, over 50 broken bones, and contusions and abrasions over 40 percent of his body.

Ginny had stayed by his side the entire time. She lived with the hope that he had never shown her any interest because of Voldemort; that he didn't want to put her in danger. She had been very wrong.

He had woken on the fourth day. He looked around and saw Ginny sitting by his side.

"Hey" he said.

"Hi! How are you feeling?" Ginny asked in a quiet voice.

"Like I was hit by a Mack truck!" he said in a dry raspy voice.

"Huh?"

"Sorry, that's a muggle saying." Harry said with a sheepish smile.

"Okay. Can I get you anything?"

"No. Where is everyone?"

"Most are sleeping. It is about three o'clock in the morning."

"Ahh. Is everyone okay?"

"Let me go get Madame Pomfrey. I need to tell her that you are awake."

"Ginny, is everyone okay?"

Ginny got up and went to get Madame Pomfrey. She returned a few minutes later with the school's healer.

"Mr. Potter, this is so reminiscent of your school days. How are you feeling?"

"Sore all over."

Madame Pomfrey arched her eyebrow and said, "I would imagine so."

"Can I have some water?"

"Certainly. Miss Weasley would you get Mr. Potter some water?"

"Of course."

When Ginny returned with the glass of water, Madame Pomfrey was gone. Ginny silently handed Harry the water and he eagerly took it. He took several drinks and handed it back to her. She laid it to the side and watched him. His eyes were closed. Ginny assumed he was going back to sleep until he began speaking to her.

"Why are you here, Ginny?"

"Because I needed to make sure that you were all right."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"You know why, Harry."

"When is this going to stop, Ginny?" Harry said with exasperation dripping off every word.

"I don't have a choice in this Harry. I love you. You know this. Now that Voldemort is gone, we can be together. You don't have to worry about me anymore. We can finally be together."

Harry gave a long searching look at Ginny, but said nothing.

"Harry, you can live a normal life just as you have always wanted. We can be together now."

Harry pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked Ginny directly in the eye. The look he gave her was very serious.

"Ginny, I don't love you. I was not waiting for Voldemort to die. I…don't…love…you. This has got to stop. We are not meant to be together. There is never going to be an 'us'…never. Do you understand? I feel nothing for you…I don't really even know you. You are merely Ron's sister to me."

Ginny's eyes filled with tears.

"You don't mean that, Harry. I know you don't."

"Yes, Ginny, I do. I want you to leave."

"No…" Ginny cried.

"Yes, please leave."

Ginny jumped out of her chair and ran out the door, sobbing hysterically. That was the last time that Ginny had seen Harry Potter.

By that evening, he had packed his few belongings and disappeared. Ron got an owl from him about three months later saying he was fine and that he would keep in touch. He also asked that no one try to find him. He was happy, now. He was normal, now.

Ginny had cried for three days, in her room, after the parchment had arrived. She did not eat, shower or even get out of bed.

On the fourth day, she got up, cleaned up and came downstairs. When she greeted her family at the breakfast table, she was a different person. She was focused, confident and self-assured.

She sat down at the table and seriously told them that she was going to become the Minister of Magic. Everyone at the table had burst out in laughter, all except Bill.

He had looked at Ginny and said, "You can do it, Ginny-Boo!"

Ginny gave Bill and a warm smile and said, "Yes, I can."

And, she had. 

Now Ginny, Minister of Magic, was standing in her flat staring into the eyes of Harry 'freaking' Potter.

"Ginny, are you all right?"

"I'm fine. How did you get in my home?"

"Your floo was open. I didn't think you would mind. Ron said it would be okay."

"Well, it's not okay. I am tired and I would like to go to bed. I am sure you can find the door or the floo." Ginny said as she moved to walk past him.

Before she could get past him, Harry stood up and grabbed her arm.

"Ginny…"

She tugged her arm free from his grasp and glared at him.

"Ginny, why are you being this way?"

"Being this way? Harry Potter, the last time I saw you, you told me that you didn't even know me. Why would you feel the need to come see me? Why are you here? Why would I even register on your list? Guilt? Pity? Well rest assured Mr. Potter, I am not wallowing in self pity. You can take your inherent Gryffindor honor and you out of my flat." Ginny finished speaking and walked out of the room.

Harry followed her into her bedroom.

"What part of 'go away' did you not get?" She asked in a very sarcastic voice.

"Ginny, I just want to talk."

"No."

"Ginny…"

"I said no. Now please leave."

"Fine, but I will be back. I want to talk to you."

"I'll be busy over the next while. I'm not sure when I'll be available. Besides, I'm sure you want to visit with Hermione, Ron, Mom and Dad. Don't worry, you won't hurt my feelings. Well, go on." Ginny made a shooing motion with her hands.

"Ginny, I thought you loved me. Love is forever. I'm back. I want your love."

"Oh my God, you have to be kidding. Harry, have you lost your mind? You want my love? Harry, I don't want someone who wants me for my love; I want someone that will want me for ME! I deserve that. Besides, why would you think that I still have feelings for you?"

"Ron seems to think you do."

"Ron also thinks you walk on water, and we both know you can't." Ginny said in a matter of fact tone.

"Ouch."

"Well, I didn't say it to be nice." she informed him.

"Ginny, I was wrong. I was wrong four years ago. I gave up something good. I want to try and make it work."

"Harry, you weren't wrong; you were honest. I respect that. I can handle that. I have moved on. You have moved on. It is done, finished, complete…you get the idea. I have no hard feelings. Now, as I said ten minutes ago, I am tired and I want to go to bed. Please leave."

"Fine, I'll go, but I will be back tomorrow and the day after that. You were right, Ginny, and I plan to prove it to you."

He pulled her into his arms and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. He cupped her face and said, "I'll be here tomorrow, Ginny. And it will be because I want to."

Then, he turned and walked out of her bedroom. She heard him enter the fireplace and state his destination as Ron's flat. She heard the roar of floo flames and knew he was gone.

It was a several minutes after he left that she realized she was touching her hand to her lips with a dreamy expression on her face. She quickly shook it off and began getting ready for bed.

She removed her dress and put on an old T-shirt of Ron's. It was the most comfortable thing she owned. She went into the bathroom and continued her nightly ritual. She washed her face, applied some face cream and retrieved her sleep mask. She walked back into the bedroom, turned back the covers to her bed and slid in.

"It is nice to be going to bed early for once." she thought to herself.

Thirty minutes later, she was damning Harry 'I'm back; take me' Potter as her thoughts ran rampant, "Why was he the bane of her existence? Why did he have to return now? Why now? But the bigger question is…why I am still in love with Harry 'I have the greenest, sexiest eyes' Potter?"

Three hours later, Ginny found herself getting dressed. She had decided that if she was not going to sleep; she might as well go back to work.

The next day dawned bright and early. It also mirrored the morning before; Ginny was asleep with her head on the table. She was drooling on important documents about Magical Theory from the Magical Institute of Learning.

However, there was one major difference; she was roused from her slumber by a very angry Molly Weasley.

"Ginny Weasley, what exactly did you say to Harry? He and Ron showed up at the Burrow this morning at sunrise! Sunrise! I figured they wanted food, but instead I get a story about how you told Harry that he no longer 'walked on water.' The boy comes home and tells you that he is in love with you and you tell him to go away! Where did I go wrong with you?" Molly Weasley screeched for the entire floor to hear; her arms flailing wildly.

"First off, Mother, this is not the appropriate place to discuss this. This is my place of business. Next, I told him the truth, nothing more and nothing less. I also want to make sure that you understand that Harry did not tell me that he loved me. What he told me was that he made a mistake not accepting my love four years ago. For your information, I don't want him to accept my love. I want to be loved by someone for who I am. I would think that my mother would want at least that much for me too. Now, it is time for me to get to work. There is the door, Mom. Have a nice day."

Ginny turned her attention to the papers she had been working on before she fell asleep.

Her mother made some noises, but never said anything else. A minute later, Molly turned and walked out of her office.

Interestingly enough, word of her mother's visit had already traveled to her father's floor because her dad was in the hall giving her mother a very stern talking to.

Ginny decided enough was enough. She walked into the hall and said, "Mom…Dad…this is neither your concern, nor the time or place. Now, I think we all have things to do today. Dad, can I speak with you about the report you filed last Friday afternoon?"

"Sure, Ginny." he replied.

Ginny gave her mother a last wave and reentered her office. Her father followed her in a few minutes later. Before he could bring up the subject of Molly or Harry, she started going through the report.

After the morning's events, the rest of the work day was a breeze.