They were on a street in Muggle London. Hermione disapproved of the food shops on Diagon Alley. She thought they were degenerate. Muggle ones were more dependable.

"I'm hungry," Ginny said.

"Well if you hadn't made such a scene…"

Ginny shoved her hands in her coat pockets. "Let's talk about dinner."

Hermione stopped walking. "Hey, Molly's having everyone over for dinner on Friday. You should come."

"If you tell me who obsesses over my boring life."
"I can't."

"Then I can't come to dinner."

"Ginny, we all want to be part of your life again. Just let us."

"You know very well why I can't."

"But Harry's…changed. He isn't so brooding. He does go out sometimes."

"Who with?" Ginny asked sharply.

"Girls he doesn't care about, of course. But you do the same thing. Look at your boyfriend history."

"I…I just can't. It's too painful. I did so much for him, and after the Final Battle he didn't speak to me, besides 'pass the butter.' What can I say?"

"He had just killed You-Know-Who. He was in shock. He hardly spoke to anyone."

"He certainly spoke to you and Ron. I know, you're his best friends, so I understand. But I helped him so much with the Horcruxes, when you weren't there because of your parents and Ron was in St. Mungo's. He never recognized that," Ginny said.

"He was scared you had gotten too close. It's hard for him because of Sirius. He doesn't want to lose anyone like that again."

Ginny sighed. "But doesn't he see that the war is over now? Nothing's going to happen to me."

"There are still some murders."

"Oh yeah, and what are the chances it would be me? One in a million? He's just irrational."

"You could say that. But he's gotten better, he really has. Just come to dinner."

"If you tell me who that person is."

"No."

"Let me guess.'

"No."

"Is it Ron?"

"No."

"Is it Dad?"

"No. I'm not going to tell you."

"Is it you?"

"No! That would be ridiculous."

"Is it any of my brothers?"

"No. But I wouldn't tell you anyway."

"Is it Neville?"

"No. He's…closer than that."

"He? The only closer boy I know is Harry," Ginny wondered. Hermione was silent. "It's Harry? Harry! I…but…why?" Ginny asked.

"He's worried about you. Everyone is."

"But Harry?" Ginny paused. "He must know all about my boyfriends then."

"Yes."

"What does he think?"

Hermione laughed. "I thought you were over him."

"Of course I am! But I still want to know."

"All right. I think he's responded by going out with…paid women."

"Prostitutes?" Ginny whispered. "Dear Merlin!"

"See, you really need to come."

"I…I guess. What time?"

"Eight."

"OK. But I am not promising I'll show up."

"Please do. And remember, Fred and George could still use a hand around the shop. Madame Malkin's is such a horrid job."

Ginny smiled. "That's probably what Harry thinks, isn't it? He doesn't like me fitting other men. Well, tell him to come around the shop himself if he wants. And I've got to go. I'm starving. Pasta here I come!" She Disapparated. Hermione smiled.