A/N: YAY! I was so happy when I saw all of those reviews! That's the most I've ever gotten for a chapter :D Thank you sooooooooooo much!

Sorry it took so long. Next will be out quicker (I hope). Oh, and I know nothing happy has been happening lately, but I assure you it will. Just be patient - bare with me. Things will get better for Ginny, you'll see (just not in this chapter)..

"Ginny, you haven't touched a thing on your plate. Are you not feeling well?" Molly asked with concern.

Everybody at the table watched her shovel food around all night and no one had said a word. No one was that brave enough to do so, except her mother that is. Ginny had told Hermione everything after she had gotten home. She wanted to keep it a secret, but Hermione knew already that it had something to do with Harry so Ginny and her tears replayed the events that happened this evening. Evidently Hermione told Ron and Ron (being the big-mouth he was told) Fred and George who Molly and Arthur had overheard. So everyone at the dinner table knew of Ginny's broken heart and it had been silent all night, except now.

"Ginny?" Molly questioned when she hadn't replied. The whole table was staring at her with sympathetic looks.

"I'm just not that hungry," Ginny said quietly. She didn't bother looking up. She could feel their eyes on the top of her head.

"Maybe if you just eat a little bit-"

"She's not hungry hunny. Leave her be," Arthur said gently. Molly let out a little huff but didn't press it anymore.

Ginny pushed her food around, the fork clinking on the glass plate. The awful silence haunted her.

"Hermione, how's the, er, morning sickness, um, coming along?" Fred asked, trying to break the awkward silence that was in the room.

"It's...coming along...," Hermione said slowly. She obviously thought morning sickness was a lame subject just as much as Ginny did.

"Well that's, erm, that's nice. I do hope it, um, it goes away soon..." Fred seemed confused at his own choice of topic.

Ron let out an awkward cough, clearly the most uncomfortable in the room.

"Guess where I went to eat the other day," Hermione said cheerfully, obviously trying to make better conversation.

"Where?" Ron asked mechanically.

"The Three Broomsticks. Madame Rosemerta was there. She told me that this month was really busy for her. She's having loads of parties and stuff," she said. "I wouldn't have thought the Three Broomsticks would be such a popular place for those sorts of occasions," Hermione finished as she took a bite of her potato.

"Oh, yeah. It's real popular," Ron said in between his chews. "That's where Harry's having his - ouch! Why the bloody hell did you do that!" Ron exclaimed.

Ginny's head had snapped up at the mention of Harry's name and everyone was staring at her intently now. Hermione looked like she was about to run over to her and hug her, Fred and George looked like they wanted to beat Harry's arse yet their eyes told Ginny they were sorry for her, Ron looked sheepish for mentioning Harry, Arthur looked tired and Molly looked worried. She hadn't even scolded Ron for his language; she was so occupied with Ginny's reaction.

"Harry's having his what?" Ginny asked, trying not to seem like it meant that much to her.

Ron looked at Hermione silently pleading she would handle this situation, but she just stared back at him. Ron really looked like he didn't want to answer.

"Harry's having his what?" Ginny said, now angry. She could have a normal conversation about Harry if she bloody well pleased! He didn't have to ruin everything in her life.

"Um, he's - he's having his bachelor party there," Ron mumbled, looking down at his empty plate.

Ginny wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or break something.

"Oh," was all she could say.

The silence was back. It was never this quiet.

Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't stand how everyone had to walk around the topic of Harry. What did it matter if he was brought up in her presence? She wasn't God or anything! They had the right to talk about whatever they pleased!

"Ginny, how about we go out tonight?" Hermione suddenly asked, giving Ron a death glare.

Ginny looked back down at her plate, the anger boiling. She didn't need this special treatment and she didn't need their attention or stupid sympathetic looks.

"We can have a girls night," Hermione said cheerfully when Ginny didn't reply.

"I can't," she stated as she looked up at everyone.

"Why not?" Hermione asked, not too disappointed. She probably already figured that Ginny wouldn't go in the first place.

"Because I have to pack."

At this statement the whole table went up in an uproar.

"Pack!" her mother screamed.

"What!" Hermione, Ron and her dad yelled.

"Where are you going?" Fred asked.

"Are you moving again?" George said with a groan.

When everyone stopped screaming and demanding answers Ginny began to explain.

"I'm going back to New York."

Wrong answer.

"You're moving back to New York!" Her mother practically fainted. Everyone else stared at her with confused expressions.

"Yeah. That's what I said." Ginny was looking at her mother.

"Why on Earth would you do that!" Molly said it as if it were Voldemorts house she was moving into.

"I do have a job you know!" Ginny cried out in defense. "I have a roommate and a monthly rent! Did you think I was going to stay back home forever!" Ginny yelled, looking at each one in turn.

"Just because Harry's a git that doesn't mean you have to run off again!" Ron shot at her.

Ginny looked at him with amazement slapped on her face. How dare he say that to her!

"Don't think for one second that you know how I feel right now!" Ginny yelled as she shot daggers at Ron. She was now standing up. "Sure, call him a git! He is one! But to me! Don't you see that? Tomorrow when I'm gone you're going to be best friends with him again Ron. I know you will so don't even say you won't!" Ron closed his mouth. "This isn't between me, Harry and my whole family. This is just between me and Harry and he didn't do anything to you guys." Now she was looking at all of them. "What happened between the two of us is done with and that's final. Harry is clearly happy and getting married and yes, I'll admit - I love him! But he doesn't feel the same way about me and don't try to keep me here where I'm miserable. I want to go home and I want to stay away from him and don't you dare try to stop me!"

Nobody said a word as Ginny breathed in heavily from yelling.

"Ginny..." her mother said sadly, tears on the brim of her troubled eyes.

"Now if you'll excuse me I have to finish packing," Ginny said gently and quietly as she made her way out of the kitchen and up to her room. Nobody tried to stop her.

-

So she was really going to do this. She was really going to leave for another three of four years...

Ginny hadn't told anyone that she planned on not coming back home again for a long time. She couldn't stand their reactions. It was a mistake to come back home for two weeks. A huge mistake. Now that her and Harry had gone through all of this she wasn't sure if she would be able to see him at all. She couldn't bear to come home for Christmas and see Harry with Cassidy and a little baby. It would just tear her apart. So leaving and not coming back for another few years would help her find someone else and move on. Then, just maybe, if she could get engaged or something she would think about coming home for visits. But not when the hurt was so strong. Not when everything she's ever wanted was in the one person she couldn't have.

Ginny fished around in her drawers, gathering all of her clothes and anything else she wanted to bring with her. Suddenly, her fingers swept by a piece of parchment and she curiously grabbed it out and opened it up.

The Perfect Guy for a Ginny Weasley

- Cute, sexy and hot

- Beautiful eyes

- Nice body

- Not a huge flirter

- GREAT sense of humor

- Can make me laugh

- My family loves him

- Easy to talk to

- Likes kids

- Not self-centered

- Loves me for who I am

- Harry Potter

The parchment now held teardrops on it, the sources eyes still providing them. Ginny had forgotten all about her list. She hadn't looked at it in so long and now with the Harry memory fresh in her mind it made her realize just how lost she was. Crumpling it up, she threw it across her bedroom, tears still falling out of her shattered eyes.

He doesn't love me. He doesn't love me...

She let the words sink into her like a brick and crumpling up that list and throwing it away didn't do it justice one bit. Taking her wand, Ginny blasted it to tiny pieces feeling that she would much like to do that to Cassidy right about now...

Get yourself together! He's just a guy. An ordinary guy who broke your heart. He's not worth it.

No matter what she kept telling herself Ginny knew very well that Harry was well worth it and she wouldn't be able to get herself together if she stayed here.

Going at a much quicker pace, Ginny wiped the tears off her cheeks and took a deep breath, finishing what she had started.

-

"Mum, please stop crying," Ginny said as she struggled for air through her mothers hug.

"My little girl's leaving - a - a - again!" Molly cried out.

"I'll write to you, I promise!"

Molly finally let go, but she wouldn't stop crying.

"Are you sure you can't come home for Harry's wedding?"

"Mum we've already been through this! I'm not coming home for it," Ginny said sadly. She really hadn't meant for her family to be this upset by her leaving.

"But Harry will want you to be there," her mother said knowingly. "I really think that -"

"I know he would want me to be there, but I can't. He'll understand," Ginny said with a half shrug.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" her mother tried again.

"I'm sure," Ginny said with finality.

Her mother shifted uncomfortably like she wanted to say something else, but she settled on a sniffle and didn't go further on that conversation.

"Goodbye dear," Molly said, hugging her daughter once more. "I love you."

"I love you too mum." Ginny didn't want to cry, but everyone looked so sad...

When her mother finally let go her father gave her a hug.

"Take care of yourself Ginny," her dad whispered. "I love you very much."

"I - I love you too dad," she said with a couple of tears dripping from her eyes. She could tell that her father knew she wouldn't be coming home for awhile.

He let go with a smile, Fred and George walking up to her next.

"So you really must leave than?" Fred asked with disappointment.

"Yes, I have to go," she repeated.

"We could screw around with Harry," George said mischievously. "Make him go nuts without you..."

Ginny engulfed them in a hug, trying to savor the moment. The one thing she always missed when she was away from her family was the hugs that everyone always gave her. It made her feel safe.

"Thanks but no thanks. I think Harry will go nuts with his new wife. He doesn't need you guys to make it worse," Ginny said, giving each a kiss on the cheek.

"We love you Gin Gin," Fred and George said together as they pulled away from her.

"Even after all these years you two still manage to say things simultaneously," she said with a laugh.

"Of course," they said together with a smile.

They walked away, Ron, Hermione, Rose, and Hermione's stomach coming into view.

"Ginny, I'm really sorry I mentioned Harry at dinner-"

"Ron, save it. I was already planning to get out of here the minute I walked out of Harry's apartment."

"Oh." Ron's face fell.

"We're really going to miss you," Hermione said as she cried. "I can't take another three or four years without a girl!" Hermione was very perceptive. Always had been.

"Three or four years?" Ron said looking confusedly between the two of them.

He, on the other hand, was not so perceptive...

"I'm sorry," Ginny said, ignoring Ron, now crying too. "I wish you the best of luck with your new baby."

"You're not coming home for it than? I wanted you to be the Godmother!" Hermione cried out.

Here Ginny cried even more.

"I'm really sorry Hermione. Maybe, but I can't promise-"

"You anything, I know," she said, finishing her sentence for her.

"I love you," Ginny said as she went in for the tricky hug, trying to avoid Hermione's belly.

"I love you too! I'll write!"

"Okay," Ginny said as she wiped away the tears.

"Bye Ginny Bin," Ron said as he hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to miss you. It's not the same when you're gone..."

"I know Ronny," she said with a laugh.

"Hey," Ron warned, but he was smiling also.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Ginny wiped away the tears, bending down to kiss Rose on the forehead.

"Take care of your mum and daddy," Ginny whispered. "Aunt Ginny loves you." Maybe it was the fact that her eyes were blurred, but she could have sworn that she saw Rose smile.

Ginny stood up, smiling one last time at her family, and then turning her back on them, not being able to look at their sad faces for one more second. She walked away, leaving them behind, this time even harder than the last.

Ginny took a shaky breath as she felt her heart crumble inside of her. She was torn between two worlds; a broken heart and a homesick one. Now, with only her friends back in New York, Ginny felt like two parts of her heart were empty black holes.

Life just wasn't the same anymore and to know that she could fix it but chose not to killed her.

A/N: Not very exciting, but it's just one of those chapters that you need to have to get to the other stuff. I promise things will get better soon! Hang in there..

R&R :)