Chapter 7: Gardens and Wood

That night I could just not fall asleep. I laid there staring at the ceiling until at least 3 a.m. before sleep finally overtook my active mind. Would Harry even show up tomorrow? Would he even listen to what I had to say? Wait. What am I going to say? My mind raced on and on in circles thinking of every possible dialog and preparing myself for the worst.

I awoke the next morning a little after 9 a.m. I was extremely tired. Sitting up, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to look out the window. The sky was a beautiful light blue with a couple puffs of white clouds.

Then a new thought came to mind. What should I wear? This simple question usually comes from the mouth of a teenage girl about to go on a first date, not from a woman going to talk to her husband, but I worried nonetheless. I must have put on ever piece of clothing I had with me before deciding on my favorite pair of jeans and the shirt I had worn to our first "I'm out of Hogwarts and we are both officially adults now" date.

Before actually getting dressed, I decided to shower. Then I got ready and headed downstairs to see if Mum needed any help getting lunch ready considering it was ten of noon.

I walked into the kitchen to find that we had company. Next to Harry himself, he was the last person I expected sitting at my kitchen table talking to Charlie.

"Oliver?" I asked in total shock. I'm positive my jaw was on the floor because Oliver Wood was in my kitchen. I haven't seen him since he left Hogwarts, well unless you count Quidditch games as him and Harry both play for Puddlemere.

"Ah, Ginny," he started, getting up from his seat beside my second oldest brother. "Garden perhaps?"

I nodded and led him out the door into our garden. We passed Flutterby bushes and saw a gnome poke its head out from one as we walked by still in silence. Ugh and I had just de-gnomed the garden too. Wondering if Oliver only came by for a tour of the garden, I stopped walking and simply stared at him expectantly. He turned, and I could sense there was something that he had to tell me, but didn't want to.

"HarrywentoutwithCholastnight," Oliver blurted out as if it were one extremely long word, then looked straight down at the grass between his two shoes. For the second time that morning, my jaw dropped, but almost just as fast it sprung back up, unsure if I had heard correctly.

After a minute of silence, I asked, "He did?" for I was sure of what he had said. My husband had gone out with an ex-girlfriend. Harry and Cho? Why? That had died out ages ago, right? Fear came over me. Was he trying to move on and leave me here to wallow in agony for my wrongdoings? I suppose this is the punishment life has given me for a stupid drunken night.

Perplexed, I slowly turned to go back into the house, where I was prepared to lay on my bed and never move or speak to anyone again. I took no more than two steps when I felt Oliver grab my arm.

"Wait," he said, pulling me around to face him again. "You're still going today right?" The expression on his face told me very straight-forward, he was not kidding.

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