Hmm hardly any reviews  This will probably be my last one anyway. I like this one even better, even though Hermione is decidedly out of character. Like I said, if you do like it, ya gotta let me know.

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CHAPTER 2- GREAT LOVES

When you are single, and live in the magical part of the world in which I live, there is no end to the ways to fill your days. All of us, me, Hermione, Luna, my brother, and Harry were all staying in London about a week before our next year at Hogwarts started. On this particular afternoon Hermione convinced us to go into Muggle London, where apparently, there were also many interesting things to do. Everyone else was going to some museum, but I didn't really want to go. Me, I wanted to see one of those moving picture things, movies, I think Muggles call them. I told everyone I would meet them in a couple hours and went of with myself. A quiet afternoon seemed perfect -- after all, quiet afternoons don't happen to often at the burrow.

Two hours later I met up with Luna and Hermione at the leaky cauldron for lunch. My oh-so perfect afternoon turned out to be not quite so perfect.

"So what did you do this afternoon Ginny?" asked Luna .

"I went to a movie. It was really good. Nothing like I expected." I replied.

"That sounds fun. With who?" Hermione immediately inquired.

"With myself!" I said perfectly delighted with the way my afternoon had gone.

"Alone? Really? If I did that I'd just keep thinking about all the people looking at me thinking that poor pathetic girl…"

"Kinda like I'm looking at you right now?" said Luna looking peculiarly at Hermione.

"What..?" Asked Hermione seriously.

"You never go out alone?" I exclaimed. "You don't know what you're missing. You're never alone in London, whether it be here or Diagon Alley or anywhere! The city is your date."

"You're dating the city?" Asked Luna curiously.

"Yep, for about five years now. It's getting serious, I think I'm in love." I replied with a grin.

"You two need to seriously stop talking about love. It's getting a little old." said Hermione.

"Love is nice! Besides everyone knows that you only get two great loves in your life." perked Luna.

"Everyone who?" asked Hermione.

"I dunno, I read it in a magazine."

Hermione made a noise somewhere in between a laugh and a snort.

"What does that mean? Great love." I looked at Luna.

"You know, a love that changes you. That shakes you to your core. The kind where you're never the same again."

There was a pause in which I eyed Luna suspiciously. Some of her ideas were incredible but this one was…well…

"Have you guys had any great loves?" I looked at them and pretty much got the answer I expected from Hermione right away.

"No." She said a little to quickly. I rolled my eyes.

"What about you Luna?"

"Hmm nope not yet. I haven't made it to Glockenspiel… But what about you Ginny. You have!"

"I have?" I said incredulously.

"Yea, there's Harry, and that boy you dated last….year. Oh."

I stared at her. Was she kidding?

"So that it's then huh?"

"No, No, that.. I didn't mean that!"

"Oh no, you already said it! One, two! According to you, I'm done! My gravestone will read, "Here lies Ginny, had two great loves, and lots of shoes."

"Ginny, that's not true. You can have as many loves as you want." Hermione said, slightly glaring at Luna.

"Okay." I said " First of all, the Harry thing was only one-sided. Second of all, I'm not really sure I would call "that boy" I great love. But what about you? What about Ron? We both know..."

"Oh Please. Ron's a friend, not a core shaker." Hermione laughed.

I looked at them both. I looked at Hermione and laughed and laughed to myself. Her cheeks were red in embarrassment.

Maybe none of us had had any real great loves yet. After all, we had the rest of our lives. Though in Hermione's case it may be different. My brother may not be a "core shaker" in her eyes, but he's always been there for her when she's been shaken to the core.

Later on that week, the day before we were to leave, I was having ice cream with myself in Diagon Alley. Suddenly someone sat down across from me. I looked up. It was Michael Corner's friend Terry. He was kinda cute. We talked for a while about school, our summers – nothing too interesting. There was a moment of silence. I had an idea.

"Terry, how many great loves do you think we get in a lifetime?"

He looked at me with a small smile, considering.

"One." He said nodding. "If you're lucky."

"Hmm." I sat quietly for a minute thinking. "So! Have you been staying in London long? Do you like it."

"Nah I never come here until I have to leave for Hogwarts. Don't really like it to much – to many people, animals, weird smells…"

After not too long I said goodbye to Terry. I walked slowly back to the leaky cauldron where we were staying. I started thinking. Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.

If Terry, was right and you only get one great love, this city, this magical world, might be mine, and I can't have nobody talking trash about my boyfriend.