Chapter 2: Great, Fantastic, Wonderful, Can I go now?

"Ginerva! Dear! You came!" Ginerva Weasley winced at her mother's usage of her full name.

"Of course I came mum."

"Well you've just been so busy over the past years, I thought...well...no matter. You're here now, that's all that matters. BOYS! Your sister is here!" At the sound of "sister" seven full grown men stampeded over to Ginny and engulfed her in a hug.

"Really-" GASP "good-" GASP "to" GASP "see you" GASP "too." Ginny stated, none to fluently. Mrs. Weasley laughed.

"Let her go, let her go, a girl has got to breathe. Ginny dear, have you lost weight? Girls these days, nothing but skin and bones, nothing but skin and bones." Molly stated shaking her head. Ginny looked down to her stomach and put her hand on her abs. There was nothing wrong with working out, or trying to keep some sort of figure. Apparently someone thought along the same lines.

"I think you look great." A male voice whispered into her ear. Ginny clinched her fists and turned to face him.

"Hullo Harry." She said with impatience and irritation, that was of course until she looked up into his face. He was smiling as usual, but it seemed more matured from the last time she had seen him nearly four years ago. He played Quidditch, something she had known he would do since she saw him fly on a broomstick her second year at Hogwarts. His emerald eyes twinkled in the candle light, and Ginny felt her mouth go dry. She cleared her throat then looked away. Harry sighed and walked away. Had the temperature just risen? Ginny walked over to Hermione who stood up and smiled warmly to her friend. "Long time no see Hermione."

"I know, how have you been."

"Great, fantastic, wonderful...can I go now?"

Hermione laughed, "No, this means a lot to your family...a lot to Harry."

"Right."

"Don't believe me?" Ginny just sent her a look. "Listen, I know things between you and Harry didn't end...well..."

"What an understatement..."

"But he really does love you."

"I'm sure."

"He wants you back."

"Not an option."

"No?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I've moved on."

Hermione smirked, "I'm sure."

"Where did you get that smirk, been spending time with Malfoy?"

"As a matter of fact I have." Ginny glanced at her, curiosity lighting her features.

"He's my partner."

"Oh."

"He's gotten better. I can trust him now."

"Well...that's good...I suppose." Ron walked up to them and put his arm around Hermione's waist. He leaned over to kiss her hair, and Hermione smiled. "As sickeningly romantic as this is, I think I'll walk over there." Ginny said, pointing to the direction of Charlie with her head. She turned and walked over to Charlie and smiled at him.

"Hey baby sister."

"Hey big bro."

"Enjoying your job as an Auror?"

"Of course, still in Romania I see."

"Can't get away." He said winking.

"Not now."

"What's that supposed to mean." Ginny grinned.

"That dear sister, is none of your business."

"I didn't ask to know the details."

"Good, I wouldn't have revealed them."

"Something the public gratefully thanks you for."

"You're horrible."

"I'm adorable."

"Obnoxious..."

"Intelligent..."

"Incorrigible."

"And terribly attractive." She ended. She then kissed his cheek and made for a bench. Harry had walked over to Ron, and Ginny found her gaze locked onto him. He had certainly filled out. He was no longer the skinny seventeen year-old with unruly hair and thick glasses. Now he was the buff twenty-one year old with unruly hair and contacts. Ginny sort of missed the geeky glasses that always seemed to break. She sighed as she remembered the day they had broken up.

It was the graduation day for the seventh years, and Ginny had attended because of her brother. Ron, Hermione, and Harry seemed anxious to leave the walls of Hogwarts and embark on their own lives. A journey Ginny still had a year to go before she could make. Over the year, Harry and Ginny had become a "thing." Not that anyone was really surprised. Ginny had had a crush on Harry since her first year, and it was only a matter of time before Harry saw Ginny for the wonderful lady she was. Besides, their names went together. Harry and Ginny...how can you argue with that. The ceremony had ended, and Ginny and her family made their way to the trio. Molly hugged her son tightly, and Harry shuffled his feet uncomfortably, something apparently only Ginny had noticed.

"Harry...do you want to talk a walk."

"Yes." Harry said in a relieved tone. They walked through the courtyards and Harry looked up. "I'm going to miss this place."

"You can still visit."

"It won't be the same."

"Something I'm sure you're grateful for."

"True. Ginny...can we talk."

"Uh-oh." She said jokingly.

"What?"

"Whenever someone asks, 'can we talk' nothing good comes from it." Ginny said in a humored tone. Harry was less than amused.

"Yeah. Right. Ginny, you know I've graduated."

"Yeah..."

"And you know I've joined the Quidditch league..."

"Harry where are you going with this?"

"Well, you're going to busy with school, and I'll be busy with training so I just think it might be best if we..."

"Stop right there." Ginny said holding up her hand.

"What?"

"I know exactly what you're about to say, so please don't bother."

"I'm sorry." Ginny nodded and turned away from. She made to walk in the other direction before she stopped and turned to him, her eyes full of anger.

"No, you're not."

"Excuse me?"

"You arrogant selfish jerk. You could care less how I feel. So why you're apologizing, I don't know. But it makes you an even bigger prick than you already are."

"Ginny..."

"I really don't want to hear it. You don't deserve me or anything else you self-absorbed ass. So I'll say this once, and just hope you get the gist. Go to hell." With that Ginny slapped him and then stormed off. Harry stood still, holding onto his inflamed cheek.

Ginny shook her head wanting the memory of that night to disappear. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not forget that night, or how she had cried for hours that night feeling nothing but abandonment. She walked out to the creek and sat on the boulder that overlooked the waters. The night was cool, and the stars above shone brightly. Ginny always thought it strange how amazingly wonderful and how amazingly hideous the world could seem at one time. She pulled up her knees to her chin and sighed once more. She never even noticed that beautiful man that stood behind her, watching her broken moves.

Harry had followed Ginny to the creek, quietly of course. He knew she needed this time to sort through her past, and he hated that he had been the one to cause most of the pain. He loved Ginny back then, and still did today. But the ambitions of a teenage boy had left him blinded and greedy. He didn't believe he could achieve anything and be there for Ginny at the same time. So he chose dreams over Ginny, a decision he really never had to make. He closed his eyes and lifted his head to the heavens as he remembered the pain and anger that had shone in her face upon the realization that he was calling it "quits" and the look of surprise on her face after she had slapped him. It was only after she had walked away did he realize the idiocy of his decision. He didn't follow her though, Harry was never one to beg.

He longed to go over and hold her. Her shoulders slumped beneath the burden of coming here, of seeing him. Ron should have warned her, but he had always expected Harry and Ginny to fall in love, something Harry had never fallen out of. Ginny pulled down her hair from her clip and ran her hair through the long tresses. Her hair had always been silky, and the brightness of the red contrasted with the golden highlights. She looked good, beautiful really. Somewhere inside something clicked, and he walked over to her.

"Beautiful night." He whispered. She jumped.

"Oh god Harry, you really have got to stop sneaking up behind me." She said, placing a hand over heart as if to slow down the rhythm.

"Sorry." Ginny raised an eyebrow, then nodded. "Mind if I join you."

Yes! Her mind screamed, her mouth said differently though. "Not at all." She slid over on the boulder and Harry sat down next to her. He placed his hands in his lap.

"You look good."

"Thanks." A pause. "You look good too."

"I've been working out." He said nonchalantly.

"I'd hope so, I've heard obese men don't make good seekers." She said lightly. Harry laughed.

"No, I guess not."

"You're team is doing well."

"You've kept up with the game?" Harry asked, surprised.

Ginny nodded, "Of course, it's in my blood. Plus Ron drags me to as many games as possible."

"Drags?"

"Okay so maybe he invites me." She stated, grinning. Harry laughed.

"I thought so. How about you? How's work?"

Ginny groaned. "If you like long hours, low pay, and shitty food, well then it's a dream come true." She stated feigning a smile.

"That bad?"

"No. I love it, just stressful. Plus some of the cases are quite disheartening."

"Like what?"

"The Kalie case."

"You worked that?" Harry asked incredulously.

Ginny nodded. "Yeah. I was one of the first to find the kids." Ginny closed her eyes as the picture came into view. "I've never seen so much blood." She whispered.

"I'm sorry I brought it up." Harry said sincerely.

"It's fine. I usually don't let the cases get to me, but something about murdering kids...I don't know, I just don't think it's right."

"It isn't."

"Well, besides Quidditch, what have you made of yourself these past years?"

"I have a flat over in London."

"Really?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Kind of big, Ron's planning to move in."

"What happened to his old flat?"

"Building was torn down."

"Bummer."

"Yeah. What about you?"

"Besides work...nothing really. I own a flat in downtown London, it's next to the office. I have Nana to keep me company."

"Nana?"

"My border collie. She's gorgeous."

"I didn't know you liked dogs."

Ginny shrugged. "It gets lonely sometimes."

"You don't ever date." Harry asked, trekking into forbidden territory. Ginny narrowed her eyes at him.

"No, I don't really have the time. Not that it would really matter. And you?"

"I've dated a bit." Okay, so that was an understatement. Ginny just nodded. Harry took a breath. "Listen...about that night."

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we not talk about that now?"

"We have to Gin."

"I know just...not now, I don't want to make a scene in front of my family, this means a lot to them."

"I know."

"What?"

"I know Ginny, I've spent every Christmas with them, and I know how much they missed you...how much I missed you." Ginny sighed. "You couldn't have come back? Just once?"

"It was hard Harry."

"Why?"

"I knew you'd be here."

"Am I that horrible of a person?"

"At the time you were." Harry laughed, it was a hollow sound.

"I deserve that." He said, looking out to the creek.

"I didn't mean for it to be hurtful, it's just how I feel. I better get back." Harry nodded. "Coming?"

"In a minute." Ginny hopped down from the boulder.

"I am sorry Gin."

She looked at him for a moment before nodding. "I know." Harry watched her walk away and he clinched his fists. She looked absolutely amazing in a faded pair of jeans and a charcoal gray turtle neck sweater. As he watched her, she put her hair back up into a messy bun and sighed. He had missed her so much, and now it was all coming back to bite him in the ass.

Ginny fought to keep her temper and tears in check while she talked to Harry. She had thought four years would be enough to get over Harry, to move on. She was an idiot. If she couldn't get over a silly teenage crush from her first year until her sixth year, how in the hell would she get over love from her seventh year until now. She knew Harry was sincere, that was something she never doubted. Harry didn't speak what he didn't mean, a trait she had always admired about him. She bit her lip and sighed, things never got easier over time.

A/N: Thus ending Chapter 2. I don't know how far I'll go with this story, just depends on the amount of reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.