A/N: Hello! Btw Ginny is 22 years old and she started professional quidditch at 19. Thx.

"Woo hoo!" "Uh... Gin" said a worried Harry. "I don't think standing on your broom is a smart choice" " Come on Harry try it, it's fun, don't be such a stinker!" He ran his hand through his hair. "I just think that this was better in theory" " Ha! Your too scared to try aren't you?! I never thought I would see the day where Harry Potter gets scared!"

He raised a eye brow than gave a smug look then said "I'm just giving you a chance to admit you can't do it" giving him a look she went a bit faster on her broom. She was getting the handle of it, it wasn't so hard if you take it slow. Trying to keep her balance she wondered if her and Harry will ever get together, hopefully before he begins his Auror training in Scotland. Ginny has been realising that he has been giving her a second glance.

Chancing a look at him, she noticed that he still had that worried look on his face.' Hes so cute when he's worried' thought Ginny still looking at him. She bit her lip to keep herself from smiling, then his eyes widened and started running to her. She lost her footing and fell of her broom. Luckily she wasn't that high off the ground, but when she tried landing in her feet, she felt her left ankle give a jab of pain. Her whole body fell to the hard but soft, thanks to the grass, ground. Ginny lifted her head and looked at her still hurting ankle. She turned her head onley to see Harry run towards her with the same expression on his face. "Ginny" he said slightly out of breath.

"Are you alright?" Ginny shrugged looking at Harry ignoring the pain coming from her foot. "Here let me help you up" taking her hand to help lift her up from the gound, she immediatley fell to the ground giving a weird hissing sound breathing through her clenched teeth.

The scene changed and Ginny was now with Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing taking care of her twisted ankle. She was sitting in a chair near her office and was about to get released since she wasn't so badly injured, until she heard an annoying tapping sound coming from one of the windows.'Tap, tap, tap' it kept going...

Ginny woke from her dream with a weird feeling. You know those days where you can't help but feel like it's going to be a bad one. Well today was one of those days, and all she wanted to was stay in bed and never leave.

Beginning to get annoyed by the tapping sound on the window the new family owl Speck was making, she rolled off of her bed and on to the floor.

Standing , she slowly made her way to the window stretching.

The owl flew around the room before landing on her bedside table. Ginny took the letter from the owl to see that the letter was from her mom, Molly Weasley.

Dear Ginny

This letter is more of a reminder for you and the family to come over for dinner at the Burrow.

Always love

Mom

P.S We are going to have a suprise guest.

"Why" groand Ginny. She knew who that guest is going to be. It wouldn't be a suprise if it was him. As much as she didn't want to see Harry, she knew she was going to have to face him sooner or later.

She just wished it was later.

Ginny made her way to her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked awful, her waist long hair had a huge knot at the back of her head, she forgot to take of her makeup from last night so now it was smuged all over her face, and she was in a desperate need of a shower

Ginny stripped her cloth and hopped into the shower. After washing her hair, she stayed letting the warm water run down her back as if it's a massage, and let herself drown in her thoughts.

How was she going to react when she see's Harry?

She was afraid that if she got to close to him, like how they were before he left to do his training, then she would fall inlove with him hard all over again and wouldn't be able to control her emotions, and it scared her for how much she loved him, just the thought that she probably wouldn't be able to live without him terrified her. Just knowing that he didn't feel the same way made her wish she could be a turtle and stay in her shell forever. But Ginny always had hope, that one day Harry would one day see her as more as just another Weasley.

At Hogwarts Harry Potter has always been a name people idolized, it was ither they loved him or hated him to the core.

If Voldemort hadn't come into his life, it would have been perfect. He had all the girls swooning, all of them wanting to be able to tell there friends that they are dating the famous wizard Harry Potter. Ginny just wished she could have bat-bogey hexed each and every single one of those fameseeking girls.

He did date a few, and they never got too sirius, but seeing him with them were like 1,000 killing curses to the heart. Ginny still remembered the days where she would stay in her dorm and only get out of necessary so she didn't have to see them snogging.

Some nights she would cry herself to sleep, and Ginny hated to cry, to her it made her feel weak.

But when Harry left she gave up hope and realized that she needed to be her own hero because the person she can't live without, can live without her.

It was the hardest thing she had to do in her life. When she finally got over most of her feelings for Harry she felt free.

It was a feeling she didn't have in a long time. But she still felt empty.

She has dated a few guys, but none of them were for her and normally they where guys who just wanted a good shagg. Ginny always ended up breaking it off on the first date.

Turning the tap off she stepped out and rapped the towal around herself.

She was free from work, quidditch was season was finally over. She had nothing to do today except for dinner at the Burrow. So she decided to go out and walk a bit and maybe stop at a little muggle coffe shop she found near her street.

Ginny wore a fuzzy grey sweater, a black bell shaped skirt that whent right above her knees, with black opaque tights. She let her red hair down and over her shoulders. Putting on her long grey coat and black flats she walked out.

Smelling the fresh April air she walked around for a while until she spotted the coffe shop called jimmys. Taking a seat near the back she drank her coffe. Once finished she walked out only to become soaked. "Oh shit, it's raining" she groand and started running through the puddles getting her flats and feet soaked, to a safe spot to apparate. Ginny apparated back her home and looked at her shoes.

The flats where all wet and cant walk around in it without making a tiny puddle. Luckily Ginny knew a drying spell.

But what couldn't fix was the broken bottem of her shoes. Frustrated Ginny threw the shoes into the trash and took a seat on the coach.

Her flat was a mess. She normally wasn't the type of persone to make messes but she never gotten the time to clean it up since her last game was coming up so she usually spent time training.

Ginny started cleaning her flat. Witth her wand of course, she never cleaned her flat without it unless she was trying to get her mind of something. Once she finished she sat back down. 'Now what' she thought to herself. Ginny had nothing to do, so instead she decided to try to finish a book Hermione lent her called, The Great Gatsby. About hours later she checked the time. "Wow, it's 4:00 already"

She would be leaving to the Burrow at 6:00 pm. Naturally Ginny would be excited to come to her family dinner but at the moment she was thinking about excuses about why she didn't show up. Although she knew that couldn't happen she just wished that Harry wont be there.

She looked out the window and sighed. 'Still raining' she thought. She loved rain, she found something calming about it. Maybe it was the tapping noise it made on the window or, the freedom she felt for some reasons from it.

Ginny spent the rest of her time watching muggle thing called television. It was rather odd how they get little people in the box to move around. Her dad got for her when she moved out of the house. He loved muggle things, obsessed even.

She looked at the time again and it read 6:00 pm.

Ginny took a deep breath getting ready to apparate. "Here we go" and with a 'pop' she was gone