Ok – here we go – the next chappy in my story. Thanks so much to Lizba for helping me think of the plot and to the fabou – KAILYN – who is my proof reader and corrects all my spelling mistakes. And lastly thanks to my beautiful reviewers – keep em a-comin!

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER (wish I did though!)

Chapter 4

Mine After All This Time

Ginny stood in the living room of the Waterberg's house, receiving a massive hug from Herbert, who being about two feet taller than her and 10 feet wider meant that Ginny was being lifted high of the ground and was finding it intensely difficult to breathe. Today was the day she had to go home, after two of the best weeks of her life.

After getting the tattoos, Posie had decided that Ginny's transformation was not yet complete, and had taken her to the hair salon, for her first ever professional haircut. When the hairdresser had heard that Ginny's hair had only ever been cut but her mother, he had been shocked, and declared that he was going to take her under his wing and make her beautiful. His exact worlds were, "Fucking hell, only ever cut by your MOTHER! Why the fuck would you ever do that to yourself. It explains exactly the whole Bette Midler look you have going on. I mean have you never her of a fantastic little product called frizzease serum darling? Fucka-doodle-doo – we need to get rid of the frizz and get some gorgeous layers in this barnet. And I think a sweeping asymmetric fringe babes. And don't even get me started on the colour. I think we shall get rid of the nuclear explosion red darlin, lets make it a rich auburn with some lovely highlights and low lights. And then, FUCK ME, you will be good enough to make all the men fall in love with you – even me (but don't tell my boyfriend darling)." He had said this all very fast and in one breath. Ginny had just looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. But it was a good job she had trusted him because the transformation was remarkable. She now had gorgeously straight hair, thanks to a little gadget called GHD straighteners, which were so much better than any straightening charm she had yet found. He hair fell to about 4 inches below her shoulders and the colour was now sophisticated with copper and gold and brown chunks over the base colour of a rich red-auburn colour. Her fringe now fell to the left side of her face and made her look sultry and exotic.

Now whenever Ginny looked in the mirror she felt like a beautiful lady, and for the first time in her life she no longer felt like she was miles behind Posie in the looks department. In fact, since her style change, she had attracted much attention from muggle men. She was however starting to feel very nervous about the reaction her family would have to this 'new' Ginny. She was sure she would get teased mercilessly by Fred, George and Ron, and her father probably wouldn't notice much of a difference. Her mother would probably not approve, but would not say much as Ginny is an adult now after all. Ginny was most nervous about how Harry would react, or if he would even notice her at all. Please let him notice me, please let him notice me… she had said over and over again in silent pray.

"Oh Ginny, I cant believe you are going home already," sobbed Posie in a dramatic voice and she threw her arms around her friends neck.

"Bloody hell Pose, I am going to see you again in 3 days at the party, you bell end!" Ginny laughed, extracting herself from her friends grasp. In 3 days it would be her parents 30th anniversary, and the Weasley clan were throwing a massive BBQ party in order to celebrate. Posie was of course invited as one of Ginny's guests, as was Ben. Ginny was looking forward to seeing her other best friend again, and hearing his opinion on her new look. She could always trust Ben to be honest, even if he was abit brutal with his thoughts sometimes.

After bidding another fond farewell to Posie and Herbert, and thanking them both for a fantastic two weeks, she threw a little pinch of floo powder into the fireplace and said "The Burrow". Seconds latter she found herself spread eagle on the floor of the Weasley's living room. Ginny had never been amazingly graceful at travelling via floo powder, but when you add a suitcase and about 15 carrier bags stuffed full of presents, new clothes, new beauty products and her various others purchases from the muggle world, it became nigh on impossible to balance properly while flooing. She looked up from her spot on the floor to see a sea of faces looking at her. There was Ron, with his arm draped loosely around Hermione, Fred And George, Bill with his new wife Diana, and Charlie. They were all seating in various comfy armchairs and sofas scattered around the living room. They were all holding their sides and squealing with laughter, all except Diana who quickly got up to help her sister in law up off the floor. Ginny really loved Di, who had married Bill less than 4 months ago. Di was actually a muggle, who Bill had met through his work at Gringots. Bill had long ago asked from a job in the office, rather than out in the field looking for treasure, in order to be nearer his family, and closer to the Orders head quarters. He had been allocated as a liaison with the muggle world, dealing with acquiring the money that was used when wizards wanted to change their galleons into muggle money. Di had been the muggle Bill had had to liaise with. However, they has liaised so closely that they had fallen in love. Di had taken to being in a wizarding family surprisingly well, and now was fully integrated into wizard life, the only difference between her and the rest being that she couldn't actually do any magic – but that is purely a mere technicality. Nothing could have pleased Arthur Weasley more than having a muggle as a daughter-in-law.

Ginny stood up and dusted off her Jeans and straightened the fitted t-shirt she was wearing. The room suddenly fell silent. She looked around at the faces who were now staring at her with their mouths hanging open. The silence was finally broken by Fred. "Where is my little sister and who is this impostor?"

"Hold crap Gin, what on earth happened!" asked Ron with a look of sheer disbelief on his face.

He was answered by George, who now wore a wide grin, "Ronald, my dear naive little bro, Ginny has been Posie-FIED! Gin you look amazing. You hair. it's….well…." he seemed to be desperately searching for the right word. It was Fred who came to his aid.

"I think the word you are looking for is WOW!"

Ginny simply grinned and fell down into a squishy armchair that was vacant next to Charlie. They fired questions at her in quick succession.

"Why did you decide to do that to your hair?" asked Ron

"Does mum know that you were going to change the colour?" grinned Bill

"Where did you get those Jeans? They are an amazing fit!" was Hermione's question.

"Is it my eyes deceiving me, or did you get your ears pierced?" yelled George

"Oh my GOD, you got your belly button pierced! And…IS THAT A TATTOO?" Squealed Di, looking at Ginny's midriff. Ginny followed her eyes, seeing that the short t-shirt she was wearing had ridden up when she had sat down, clearly revealing her belly bar and little dragon tattoo to the room.

They all crowded around and she proudly showed them the perfect depiction of the German Green Horn dragon. Charlie crouched down and studied it closely. This made Ginny feel a tad uncomfortable, having her 26 year old brother examine her lower hip at such close proximity. He looked up and smiled.

"It is a perfect image of old Ludwig, isn't it Gin," he chuckled.

"Yeah, that is what it is supposed to look like. I named him Wiggy, after Ludwig," she explained.

"WIGGY?" scoffed George, "you named your tattoo? How sad."

At that moment Molly and Arthur Weasley walked through the living room door carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. "Who has a tattoo?" Molly asked the huddled group, not seeing Ginny in the middle of them. Ginny gulped knowing that this was the moment to come clean.

"Me mum, I got a tattoo. I…..-"

But she was prevented from continuing as her mother rushed towards her and grasped her into a tight hug. She then held her daughter at arms length and examined her. "Well Ginny, you look beautiful. I can see now that you are no longer my little Gin-Gins. You are a woman, and a stunning one at that." She then looked to the where the little dragon was, smiled and simply said, "Oh isn't that nice." She then let go of Ginny and started serving up the tea for everyone in the room.

Wow, Ginny thought to herself, that was remarkably easy. I though she would go mad. They spent the rest of the afternoon sipping tea and hearing all about what Ginny and Posie had been getting up to in the muggle world. They were particularly fascinated to hear about the Tower of London, and seeing the Crown Jewels, that were tucked away securely in the belly of the Tower. Ginny had been in absolute awe at seeing the beautiful crowns and tiaras. For one quick moment of materialist indulgence she wished that she had been born into one of the old wizarding families who would be able to afford to buy her beautiful jewellery like the ones enclosed in the glass cases in the Tower. She'd kept this fact to herself, as she regaled tales of London, with Di filling in the gaps in the information.

The next few days flew by in a blur of flurried decorations and preparing tables in the garden for the upcoming anniversary party. There were going to be in excess of a hundred wizards and witches at the bash. Among them would be Harry, who would be returning from his mandatory stay with the Dursley's, which he still had to do for a reason Ginny was not aware of, but both Dumbledore and Harry seemed to share a little secret as to the reasons he had to return there once a year. Ginny was very excited about seeing Harry once again, and had been spending her evenings trying out new make up techniques in her room. Posie and Ben were coming to the Burrow the night before the party, on the premise of 'helping' to decorate and prepare food, but the real reason was that the three of them were going to help Ginny find something to wear. They had decided that Ginny was going to get her man, once and for all, come hell or high water.

Finally the evening before the party arrived and with it came Posie and Benjamin, who had decided to apparate. Ginny felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of seeing them pop into the kitchen of the Burrow. She had tried and tried to learn to apparate when she had become of age, but for some reason she had never been able to master it, so had never gotten her licence. This is why she and Posie had had to Floo when they went to Ilford. This jealousy was quickly forgotten however when Benjamin let out an ear splitting scream and started to jump up and down on the spot, clapping his hands, squealing, "oh my god, oh my GOD Gins, you look fucking amazing. Holy shit Pose, why didn't you tell me that our little Gin-Gin has bloomed into a bloody gorgeous woman?" With that he whipped Ginny up into a strong hug and flung her around.

After greeting every one of the Weasley's and chatting with them for a little while, the three best friends made their excuses to disappear up to Ginny's room.

"Right Ginny-Cakes, what are you planning on wearing tomorrow?" enquired Ben, from his place sprawled on Ginny's bed. Posie had plonked herself down on one of the many bean-bags that were scattered on the floor.

"Well, I need to wear a dress that looks a little smart, and I didn't really buy anything that would be suitable when I was shopping with Posie, so the only thing I can find is this," she explained, pulling a dress out of her wardrobe. It was old fashioned with big puffy sleeves, and lace around the bottom. There were bows all over the skirt bit of the dress. The only thing it had going for it was the colour, which was a rich deep blue. Ben and Posie just looked at it with their noses screwed up. Looking at their faces, Ginny threw the dress onto the floor and collapsed into a bean-bag with a look of despair on her face.

"This is going to be a disaster! I can't expect Harry to want to kiss me when I have nothing nice to wear," she wailed.

Ben was now examining the dress. He walked over to his suitcase (that boy can never travel light) and rummaged around in it for a while. He eventually pulled out a large bag, that Ginny could identify as Ben's sewing bag. It seemed its contents had trebled since she had last seen it. He pulled out a massive pair of scissors, and with a determined look on his face started to hack away at the dress.

"BEN!" Ginny wailed, looking horrified, "you can…..it's the only thing I have to wear….what are you DOING?"

"Shut up sweetie, I am going to turn this into a piece fit for Gucci," mumbled Ben. Ginny was slightly confused as she didn't know who, or what, Gucci was, but she decided that the best thing to do was to trust her friend.

Ginny turned to look at Posie, who said, "come on Gins, lets go to the bathroom and see how we should wear our hair."

Ginny nodded glumly and trudged off after her friend. An hour later they emerged, finally satisfied with the looks they had achieved. Posie had her hair all up in a French knot, with a few tendrils loose around her face. Ginny had gone for a less formal look, with half of her hair pulled up in a side knot, with a flower in it. They had curled her hair slightly so that it fell in lazy twists.

They marched into the bedroom in order to show the final results to Ben. They found him sitting in the middle of a huge pile of ripped fabrics. Ginny gasped when she say what he had done to the dress. The puffy sleeves were no more, in fact there were now no sleeves at all. The bows and the lace were also gone. What was left of an amazing sleeveless dress that looked immensely classy and sexy. Ben had shorted the length of the dress also. Previously it had been a long dress that reached to about 2 inches above the ankle. It now look as it I would be knee length. Ben had added some sliver embroidery around the top of the dress and at the bottom near the seam, using an embroidery charm he had learnt recently. Ginny gasped, and felt her eyes well up.

"Oh Benny," she sobbed, "do you have any idea how much I am loving you at this moment in time.

"What can I say darlin'….I am your knight in shining armour, fabulously fitted and fashionably shining armour!"

The day of the party finally arrived. The Burrow was awash with people running around like headless chickens. Molly, Di, Ginny, Posie and Hermione were cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Bill and Arthur were setting up a massive magical BBQ in the garden. The only difference between a magical one and a muggle one being that the magical one lasted for as long as required and didn't need hours for the coals to heat up to the right temperature. The rest of the boys were setting up tables and seats and a temporary bar. All except Ben that is, who was happily running around decorating the house and garden in the most spectacular decorations. He was also in charge of the music, and had set up a little dance floor in the corner of the garden with speakers floating magically around that would play music when instructed to do so.

At 4 o'clock almost everything was ready, the only things left to do was to serve up the food that had been prepared and take the cold meats out to the BBQ area. Now all that was left to do was to get ready for when the guests started to arrive, which was due for 4:30.

Ginny was washing her hands in the kitchen when suddenly Ben ran in from the living room, with a panicked look in his eyes.

"He's here Gin," he hissed, "Harry's here and you look as rough as a moose on a hot day!"

"Holy CRAP!"

"Quick – up to your room," he whispered urgently, grapping Ginny by the hand and dragging her up to her room via the stairs that lead from the kitchen. Posie joined them moments latter, breathing hard.

Forty minutes latter the three of them emerged from the room, and could hear the sounds of many people enjoying themselves downstairs. Ben was wearing a tight fitted pink shirt that he had customised with sequins in the shape of a heart. He also wore black jeans that flared out at the bottom and had wedges of pink gingham fabric sewed into them. Posie wore a cream flowing dress with thin straps, with gold sandals. She looked stunning and light colour of the dress offset her tan perfectly. However, Ginny was the belle of the ball, wearing the dark blue dress that Ben had made. The embroidery on it was amazing and the fit perfectly showed off her breasts and small waist. She wore with it silver sandals and had changed her green earrings for dangly silver ones.

As they made their way down the stairs and out into the garden, they received many a stare from the guests. They made a spectacular group. Ginny took a deep breath in as she looked over to where Harry stood, chatting animatedly with Ron and Hermione. He looks stunning, with his messy hair gelled, a slight tan, wearing muggle clothing (which almost all young wizards who went to Maloestra University had taken to doing, ditching their wizards robes). He wore a light blue shirt with a navy tie, beige trousers and black shoes. He had long since ditched his glasses, having found the courage and confidence to improve his eyesight with magic. Ginny felt her stomach give a jolt. "I can't do it guys, look at him, he is perfect….and me….well…I am only me!"

"Bollocks to that Ginny," snapped Posie, and grabbed Ginny's arm and marched her towards the little group.

"Hello people, how are we all doing," she called, "and HARRY, how are you, you look handsome as ever," and with that gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"I am doing fine Posie, what about yourself," Harry replied, giving the girl a wide smile. He then turned to Ben and shook his hand. He then turned to Ginny. His eyes widened and she realised that he hadn't recognised her at first.

"Ginny? Wow..you look….I mean…WOW," he stammered, then took her hand and kissed it. Ginny blushed, but she had never felt happier in her life. The group spent about fifteen minutes chatting, mainly about university and what it was like. Ron was curious as to why Posie, being a muggle, had chosen to do a degree in Muggle Studies.

"Ronald Ronald Ronald," Posie sighed, "I want to ENJOY my university life, not have it ruined by having to STUDY all the time!" They all chuckled at this. Harry then turned to Ginny, to whom he was standing next to.

"Fancy getting some grub Gin?" he said smiling.

At the moment Ginny realised that she had not eaten since very early that morning. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of food. She looked at Harry and nodded. He extended his arm for her to link, which she happily did. Together they walked off towards the BBQ, which Fred and George were manning. Ginny looked over her shoulder to see Ben and Posie give each other high fives and then turn to her and give her the thumbs up. She giggled, turning back to look at Harry, who looked down at her and smiled broadly.

"You know Gin, you look absolutely stunning. Have you changed your hair?" he asked her.

Ginny laughed out loud at this and told him about all the changes she had made when staying with Posie. They got their food and went to sit at one of the tables. They talking about everything and nothing, and Ginny was amazed at how easy it was to talk to him. After about an hour Harry turned to look at the dance floor, where about 15 people were dancing to a catchy beat. Two of these people were Posie and Fred, who were getting very friendly with each other. Fred had one arm around Posie's waist and the two of them were dancing in a very odd way. It vaguely resembled and African fertility dance. Ginny followed his gazed and started to snigger when she saw the scene.

"Fancy dancing, oh beautiful one?" Harry asked.

They made their way over to the dancing crowd, but as soon as they reached the dance floor the music changed from a poppy number to a slow ballad. Ginny looked over to see Ben standing next to one of the speakers with his wand out, and he winked at her. Harry stepped towards to his pretty companion and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they started to sway. He was only slightly taller than her, so she was able to stare into his eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly leaned towards her. She felt her breath catch. This was the moment she had waited for for over 7 years. Harry's lips gently met with Ginny's. She pulled him in closer and they shared a long passionate kiss, right there in the back garden of her parents house, surrounded by friends and family. As far as Ginny was concerned, nothing could make it more perfect.

Harry and Ginny had spent the rest of the party either kissing or hugging or chatting with their friends. The end of the night saw the all the young Weasley's sitting in the living room chatting and laughing and drinking firewhiskey. Bill and Di had gone off home as they both had work in the morning, and Charlie had gone on to another party with some of his dragon buddies who had been at the BBQ. Percy, being the ever sensible one had retired to bed. This left George, who was being the gracious host, making sure everyone's glasses were forever kept topped up with the whiskey. Fred was sitting in an armchair with Posie squeezed him next to him. He had his arm draped around her casually and every now-and-again he would grunt "Kiss me woman," and they would share a quick snog. Ron and Hermione were huddled together on the sofa, her head resting on his shoulder. Ben was standing in the corner of the room, happily chatting up the hat stand, whereas Harry was seated in one of the other comfy armchairs, with his arms around Ginny's waist, who was sitting on his lap, and resting back on him. Occasionally he would kiss her bare shoulder.

Ginny woke up the next morning to find herself still curled up on Harry's lap. Harry had his head rested back on the armchair, and was snoring loudly with his mouth wide open, a slither of drool slowly making the upholstery very wet. She looked around. At some point Ron and Hermione and gone to bed, as had George. But Fred and Posie was still downstairs, though they were now lying side by side on the long sofa. Ben was lying spread-eagle on the shag pile rug with the hat stand lying next to him. Ginny turned back to Harry and gently prodded him in the ribs.

"What, no I didn't do it…blame the carrot picker," he said loudly when he woke up.

"Ha?" Ginny said, looking very confused.

"What? Oh sorry, I was dreaming," he grinned sheepishly. "Good morning beautiful." With that he kissed her on the lips, and she gratefully reciprocated. But something was wrong. She didn't know what, but for some reason kissing Harry didn't feel exciting. She felt nothing. I must be hung-over she thought, and but her doubts out of her head.

"It was fun last night wasn't it Harry," she asked, searching for something to talk to him about.

"Um, yeah it was," Harry replied, trying to continue to kiss her. It was obvious he was not in the mood to talk at all.

Ginny however, was desperate to get back the feeling of feeling comfortable with him, so pressed on with the attempt to engage him in conversation. "The next celebration will be your birthday. When is it again?"

Harry sighed, finally getting the picture that his companion was not in the mood to get physical. "Um, in two days Gin. Remember, thirty-first of July?"

"Oh, yeah. So, are you going out to celebrate?"

"Well, a group of us are going out to a muggle restaurant in London, not far away from the Leaky Cauldron, and then we were going to go back to mine and Ron's student flat and have a drink there. Do you want to come Ginny?"

Ginny felt a pang of excitement at this and nodded eagerly. This gave her something to look forward to, which for some reason she felt relief about.

Two days later Ginny was chatting to Posie, who had apparated to the Burrow to see both Ginny and Fred, whom she had started a little relationship with. Ginny was very happy for both her friend and her brother. Although they were a very unlikely pairing, in terms of their appearance, they actually made a remarkably good couple, even if it had only been a matter of a couple of days since they had got it together. They were doing much better than Harry and Ginny. They found it difficult to talk to each other at all. Ginny just couldn't think of anything to say to him anymore. She was desperate to recapture the ease with which they had chatted on the day of the BBQ, but try as she might, that feeling couldn't be recaptured.

"So Ginny, have you decided whether or not you are going to stay the night with Harry tonight?" Posie asked, between chews of her sandwich, which Molly had made them for lunch. Harry had made it quite clear that he would like Ginny to stay with him after the meal they were going on tonight. Although Ginny felt slightly uncomfortable about this, she was convinced that once they had slept together things would become much easier, and she would feels much more comfortable around him.

"I think I am going to do it Posie," she answered, biting her lower lip, "I mean, once we have gone….all the way….I mean there will be nothing to feel uncomfortable or awkward about right?" Ginny knew this was the wrong reason to sleep with someone, especially when it is your first ever time, but she had loved Harry for so long, or so she thought, that the way Ginny figured, it was better to get it over with.

The rest of the day went by in a fuzzy blur. Ginny was so nervous about that night that she didn't even care what she wore to the restaurant. She threw on a low cut pair of black hipsters, with a white shirt and a fitted denim jacket. She wore her hair down. She packed a small over night bag and, after saying bye to her parents, flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, where Harry was meeting her. On seeing her he went over to her and gave her a quick kiss, and marched her over to meet his friends. The only person at the table whom she knew was Ron and Hermione. There were 5 other men at the table, but even though Harry introduced her to them, she just couldn't remember any of their names. The meal went by quickly, and even though Ginny ate, the food tasted like cardboard to her, as she was so preoccupied. She was anxious to get Harry alone in his room. Throughout the evening Ginny saying to herself the sooner we shag, the sooner we can get on with being a normal happy couple.

Before she knew it they were sitting down in the large living room of the student accommodation that Harry and Ron lived in. It seemed that the other boys that had accompanied them to the meal also lived in here too, and after a while they all drifted off to their respective rooms. Ron and Hermione went to Ron's room, without so much as a backwards glance at Ginny or Harry, leaving the two of them sitting alone in the living room. Harry walked over to Ginny and kissed her on the forehead. He then took hold of her hand and led the way to his room. It was large and messy, with a massive bed.

"We don't have to do anything Ginny, if you don't want to," Harry said, trying to be a gentleman, although Ginny could hear in his voice that he was desperate for her to consent.

Ginny answered Harry by removing her clothes slowly, First her jacket and shirt, leaving her standing in just her White lacy bra. Harry let a low moan, and Ginny could see a noticeable bulge in his jeans.

She then removed her trousers and slowly lowered them, revealing her matching thong and long milky white legs. Harry went to grab her, but she nimble ducked out of his grasp and walked over to the bed and got under the covers. When she was safely out of his sight she removed her thong and bra. She looked over at Harry, who was looking at her longingly.

"Are you going to join me?" she squeaked. At this he started to remove his clothes at lightning speed. When he was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, he started to removed them. Ginny quickly snapped her eyes shut. For some reason she didn't really want to see his penis. Seconds latter she felt the bed next to her lower and she hear him get under the bed sheets next to her. She felt him take her hand and kiss it.

"You seem so nervous Gin, is this your first time?" He asked quietly.

Ginny found that she couldn't speak, so simply nodded in response.

"It is going to hurt Ginny, but after a few times you will start to enjoy it. You ready?" Again Ginny simply nodded.

Harry Rolled over until his body was touching Ginny's. She could feel his erection digging into her hip. He slowly lowered the bed covers, allowing him to take in her naked form. His penis gave a throb. Harry placed his lips over her left breast, rubbing the other with his hand. He started to kiss her all over, moving up he neck and then down the middle of her body. He made it past her belly button and started to part her thighs. When Ginny realised what he was going to do she quickly grabbed him and pulled him up to that she could kiss him on the lips. She just wasn't ready to let him give her oral sex. For some reason that made her feel extremely vulnerable.

She looked at him and, finding her voice, she whispered "I am ready for you now, please just take me."

Harry nodded, and reaching for his wand, he pointed it towards her pelvis and said "Gravida Impedio". He put his wand back on the side table. Turning back to Ginny he moved his body so that it was covering hers. He parted her thighs and took his penis into his hand and guided it so that it was at her entrance. With a thrust he pushed himself into her and could feel himself break through her hymen. She gave a low gasp of pain. Harry started off slow, but after only 30 seconds started to speed up. He was now thrusting into her with no rhythm in particular, and reminded Ginny of a bucking rabbit. She looked into his face, which he had screwed up into a ball. It was over in a matter of minutes. Ginny could feel the warmth of him filling her, but she felt no warmth in her heart. As she rolled off her and made his way to the bathroom she knew that this was not where she wanted to be. She had been in love with the image of being with Harry. Now this had happened, she realised that she was not in love with the reality. Tears falling down her cheeks at the realisation that she had been so foolish to think that having sex with Harry would make it work. She rolled out of bed and threw her clothes on quickly. She could hear the sounds of the shower and Harry's voice coming through the door. He was singing in the shower, "Oh what a nigggggght, late july in two thousand and six…la la la la la la la."

Ginny rolled her eyes. She found a piece of paper on the desk and quickly scrawled a note.

Harry, I am so sorry I cant tell you this to your face. I don't think it is going to work between us. I love you as a friend but I realise now I can't love you as a boyfriend. I hope that this doesn't make things weird between us.

I am sorry

Ginny.

She left it on the bed and walked out of the bedroom and over to the fireplace, Crying openly now, she flooed home.

End of Chapter 4

A/N – Gasp – please don't hit me all you harry/Ginny shippers. Although I doubt there are many reading this story – I think I attract the Draco/Ginny people!

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