Okay, here's the second chapter. Sorry if it took too long. I'll try to be faster next time. Thanks for everyone who left reviews. I really appreciate the advice. Let me know how I do on this one.

"Mum? Mum, are you home?"

"I'm in the kitchen, dear!"

Ginny walked into the Burrow's kitchen, hoping that her mother had cooked some food; she was starving.

"Oh, Ginny! It's so wonderful to see you! What has it been? Three - four months?" Molly asked, squeezing Ginny to pieces.

"Actually, it's been three weeks!" she replied, trying to breathe through her mother's affection.

"Same thing!" Molly replied after she let go, walking back over to the stove.

Ginny sat down at the table, picking up a cookie and biting into it along the way.

"How's dad doing?"

"Working too hard as always," Molly replied through rolled eyes.

"What time is he coming home?"

"Oh, I don't know anymore. Sometimes it's five, sometimes it's six and sometimes it's nine. I would think they would give him some time off, but, you know..."

Ginny stole another cookie from the jar on the table, the reason for her return home slipping from her memory.

"How's Ron holding up with the baby?"

"Just splendid. Won't shut up about it that one."

Ginny smiled to herself, remembering how nervous Ron was before the baby was born.

"And what about Hermione?"

"Oh, she's a wreck that poor girl. Hasn't gotten sleep for weeks! Between Ron's snoring and the baby's crying she's been up half the night!"

Ginny frowned at this news. Maybe she could show up for a visit and help her friend out for a bit.

"How's Harry than? Still working overtime too?"

Molly smiled.

"Harry's a Quidditch Star, Gin. Do you think he ever gets time off?"

Ginny laughed.

"Of course not."

"How's you're boyfriend. What's his name again?"

Suddenly Ginny's appetite wasn't so great anymore.

"I don't know," she replied angrily. "Haven't seen him in awhile."

Molly turned around to look at her daughters fuming face.

"What happened?"

"He broke up with me," she replied flatly.

Ginny wasn't looking at her mother anymore.

"Oh, honey!"

Mrs. Weasley ran over to hug her only daughter but Ginny shot up from the table and headed towards the stairs.

"It doesn't matter, mum, honestly. He wasn't that great anyways..."

Molly frowned, knowing when her children lied.

"I'm just going to be staying here for awhile if you don't mind. My living situation isn't the best for me right now."

"Of course it's okay, dear."

"Thanks."

After sending her mother a small smile, Ginny headed up the stairs to her old room.

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Yup. Everything was the same. Her bed hadn't moved, her school books were still in the same drawer, her hand-me-down clothes were still in her closet, the books Hermione had lent her were collecting dust...nothing had changed and somehow Ginny was grateful for that. She had let her independence go too far. She was still young, yet she acted like she was 30. What had she been thinking, wanting to get married already? Her life would be gone. Maybe it was a good thing that he broke up with her...

As Ginny sat down on her bed it let out a low creak. Maybe she was away for too long. She couldn't even remember the last time she had spent the night at her house. The summer after her last year of school Ginny was determined to find independence. She was so sick of living at home with her parents, she wanted to break free. She set out looking for her own place. That's when she met Andy. She had just been about to agree to a little cottage on the edge of town when Andy walked up to her and asked if she'd ever done a commercial ad before. Ginny had said no and Andy told her that she looked like some girl on TV. Ginny said she must have been mistaken because she didn't even really know what a TV did. Andy laughed and gave Ginny her number. She said she was trying to find a girl for a commercial and that Ginny wasperfect for thepart. She took the offer but later regretted it. TV was not for her. Anyways, she ended up moving in with Andy and finding her own job at a restaurant. That's when she met Andy's brother.

There was a knock at the door, sending Ginny back to reality.

"Come in."

The door creaked open and Ginny jumped up in surprise.

"Hermione! It's so nice to see you!"

She threw her arms around Hermione and gasped at what she saw.

"You're pregnant again!"

Hermione nodded, smiling a thousand miles high.

"Congratulations!" Ginny proclaimed, throwing her arms around her old friend again.

"Thank you. Let's head downstairs. I think your mother's cooking dinner."

"Alright. I'm so happy tosee you. I forgot how much I've missed everyone."

"Yeah, it's been a long time," Hermione said as they made their way down the stairs. "How's New York?"

"It's good," Ginny replied. "But I'm happy to be home."

"Yeah. It's always nice to come back."

As they reached the kitchen Ginny saw a tired looking Ron stand up to hug her.

"Hey, Gin. Glad you're back to stay."

"Who said anything about staying?" Ginny said as they let go.

"Well you are, aren't you? After that git dumped you there's no reason for you to stay in America now, is there? Never was much of a reason to begin with."

Her mother must have told him already.

"Thanks a lot Ron," Ginny huffed out.

Since when did he have a right to tell her what was a waste of time and where she should be in her life by now?

"All I'm saying is that Muggles aren't your thing. You should be here with your own kind, with your family."

"Ron, you sound like Malfoy," Ginny spat at him. "'You should be with your own kind,' " Ginny mocked.

"Now, Gin, there's no reason to get defensive! I'm just saying that you're better off here."

"Well I think that Ginny's old enough to decide where she's better off, Ron," Hermione scolded. "Ginny, come with me. Rose is in the other room sleeping."

Ginny rushed through the doors to the living room, excited to see her niece. It had been awhile since she had seen her.

"Oh my gosh! She's adorable!"

Hermione laughed.

"Yeah, if she doesn't wake you up every single hour of the night."

"True," Ginny said quietly, looking at the gentle face of the baby. "Listen, if you ever need a break just let me know. I'll be here for awhile so I can watch her whenever you'd like if I'm available."

"Thanks a lot Ginny. I'll keep that in min-"

But Hermione never got the chance to finish her sentence. The doorbell rang, summoning Ginny to answer it.

A/N: Leave some more reviews if you want. I'd like to hear how I did. This is my first story at FF so I'd really like to improve. Thanks again.