"Ow!" I yelled, jumping up and down holding my foot. "Neville, one of your plants bit me again! Can't we keep these on the porch?"

Neville ran into the living room and picked up the wretched plant that bit me. "Aw, poor baby, are you alright?" he crooned to the plant.

"Neville, that plant is fine. I'm the one bleeding here," I said, irritated that he was paying more attention to the Venus Fly Trap than me.

Neville glared at me. "You have to be more careful," he said sharply. Then his expression softened. "I'm sorry, Gin, I didn't mean to be mean like that. Let's see your foot." I sat down on the couch. He picked up my foot, looked at it for a minute, pulled out his wand, and healed the cut. Then he grabbed a towel and wiped it off.

"Thanks," I said. "I'm sorry, too."

"I know. Listen, Ginny, Justin and I have been talking. And, well…this is hard for me to say, but," he started.

"Neville, don't say it," I interrupted. "I already know where this is going. I've overstayed my welcome. I've been here for five months now and it's time for me to move on. I can't keep sleeping in the magical room you built for me forever."

"It's not that we don't want you here," Neville said quickly.

"Oh, I know. But I've been thinking about getting a place of my own. So, I talked to the landlord, and I'm going to rent an apartment in this building too! It's just a floor down, so you can come see me whenever you want!" I rushed. I was a little nervous. I didn't want to tell Neville that I had wanted to move out because I was afraid to hurt his feelings. He's a fantastic roommate, he really is, but he keeps bringing home scary plants from work. This is the third time this week that Venus Fly Trap bit me, and it's only Tuesday.

I gave Neville a hug. "I'm sorry I've stayed so long."

Neville gave me a kiss on the forehead. "It's been a pleasure."

Two days later I moved out. The move went smoothly and I went with Luna to get stuff for my house at random shops in Hogsmeade.

"You know, you're lucky," I said to Luna as I looked at different plate patterns at The Magical Home housewares shop. "You get all of your stuff for free. I have to pay for all of my stuff. I wish I could get married and have people give me house stuff."

Luna picked up a plate with ducks on it. I shook my head no. "I have to plan a wedding. With Colin's stepmother. Do you know how insane she really is?" Luna said bitterly.

I laughed. I've only met Colin's stepmother once, but I know exactly what Luna is talking about. His mother has the ability to offend someone within the first five minutes of meeting them. When I met her she mentioned something about how being a hero was nice and all, but it didn't mean much in the real world and that heroes always tend to kill themselves after the fame has left them. Most of my fame from killing Voldemort has gone, and yet I'm still alive.

"It'll be a June wedding at least, that'll be nice," I said hopefully.

"Yeah, because then I'll be rid of the wedding advice from Colin's mother," Luna said. We walked up to the counter with all of my stuff, paid for it, and left.

We went back to my apartment and put the new stuff away. Luna sighed. "Okay, I have to go. I'm supposed to meet Mrs. Creevey in Diagon Alley. She mentioned something about silverware or some crap like that for the reception. I don't know, I've started zoning out when she talks to me."

I laughed. "Awesome. I'll see you later then." Luna disapparated from my apartment and I went out to my patio. My apartment is on the third floor of the building and it faces a pond, so I like to sit out there near sunset and watch the ducks swim. All of a sudden, I saw Harry walk up to the building. I haven't seen Harry since Valentine's Day. I quickly ran out of my apartment and down the stairs. I met Harry at the door.

"Ginny!" Harry said, surprised to see me.

"Harry, I'm so sorry," I said, trying to catch my breath. "I'm sorry for not seeing you, for the misunderstanding we had so many months ago, for everything."

Harry looked me in the eyes. "Ginny," he said softly, grabbing my hand. "I'm sorry too. I should have told you that night that I was engaged."

My heart fell into my stomach and my hands became clammy. Harry was engaged this entire time?

"When are you getting married?"

"At the end of the year."

"What's her name?"

"Pansy Parkinson."

Wait, what? Pansy Parkinson? I'm confused. Pansy is huge. She can literally crush Harry. Not to mention that she's evil. When I was in fifth year we got into this huge fight that resulted in me breaking her arm and earning a week's worth of detention, and she broke my leg but got off with it because Professor Snape was the one that saw us fighting in the dungeons. I was trying to sneak out with Luna and Colin so we could meet up with Harry and defeat Voldemort. She was a Death Eater and tried to stop us. Eventually we made it out of the castle after Snape told us off and Luna healed my leg.

"That's good. Congratulations," I said weakly. "So, yeah, now that I feel like an idiot, I'm just going to go back to my apartment now."

"Oh, okay. Well, I'm glad you ended up with Neville, at any rate. He's a good guy," Harry commented.

"Harry, I'm not dating Neville. I was just living with him," I explained. Maybe there was hope left after all.

"Oh."

"I'm still sorry. I wish we could have another chance," I suggested.

"I'm sorry, Ginny, but I can't. Maybe if things had turned out differently, we could have dated and even ended up getting married. But this is how our lives turned out. I love Pansy. You'll come to our wedding though, won't you?"

"Sure, Harry. I'd love to." He didn't notice the hope leave me and my soul fill with fear that I would be alone for the rest of my life.

I gave Harry a hug and ran back to my apartment, trying to hold back my tears but failing miserably.

I sat right outside of my door, tears pouring down my face. I'd been sitting there like that, rocking back and forth, for an hour, when someone came down the hallway.

"Ginny?"

I looked up. It was George and Katie. Katie was looking swollen, but happy.

"Hey."

"What's wrong?" George asked as he came over to me.

I wiped the tears from my face and put on a fake smile. "Nothing that's all that important."

"You liar," George said.

"Yep. I didn't know you lived on this floor," I said quickly, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, yeah, since December. Wait, when did you move here?"

"Couple of days ago. I was living with Neville and Justin, but we mutually agreed to kick me out of the apartment."

Katie put out her hand and I grabbed it and pulled myself up. She winced slightly. "Sorry," I apologized.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "George, I'm going to talk to Ginny. I'll see you in a little bit."

George got up from the floor too. "Honey, you should really be in bed."

Katie stamped her foot. "I'm tired of being on bed rest. I'm just going to be in Ginny's apartment! Go home!"

George put his hands up in defense. "Okay, okay, I'm going. You have any problems, yell."

"Go!" Katie shouted. George went into the apartment next door to mine. Huh. So that's where they live. I really should visit the people who live around me. Make sure they're not serial killers or related to me.

We went inside and Katie sat down on the couch. "I'll be so glad when this baby comes. I'm so bored being at home alone everyday. Plus my stomach is really hurting today."

"Why didn't you tell me where you were? I would have visited."

"No offense, but your mom is crazy. I didn't want you to accidentally let it slip. She came to my parents house a couple of days after she kicked George out. Called me a scarlet woman and that I would never be a daughter to her. George said that if she was going to behave like that, he didn't need to be part of the family anymore either. She cursed us both and left. It took a week to get rid of the bees that she cursed into my parents house."

"Oh. You know she threw me out too, right? And Ron?"

"No, I didn't know. But that's not important. Why were you crying?"

"I just ran into Harry," I said, looking down at my feet.

"Ah. I hear he's getting married," she said anxiously. She started to rub her stomach nervously.

"I know. To Pansy Parkinson," I muttered.

"He's marrying her? No way. I hated her when we were in school."

"Yep. Apparently he loves her."

"That's a load of crap if I ever heard one."

I laughed. I looked at Katie. She was starting to get really pale.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"I don't know. I really don't feel good."

Oh no oh no oh no. "Maybe I should get George," I said, wringing my hands.

"Okay. I'm just going to lay down on the couch."

I ran out of my apartment and banged on George's door. "George!" I yelled. "Come quick!"

George opened the door quickly. "What's wrong with Katie?"

"I don't know, but please, come on!"

We went back into my apartment. George rushed to Katie. "Are you okay?" he asked concernedly.

"I think the baby's coming," Katie said, her breath ragged.

"Oh my god. Okay, I'll be back." He apparated out of the room. I went into the kitchen and got Katie a glass of water.

"Can I lay in your bed?" she asked. I nodded and helped her to my bed. She lay in it and drank the water I brought into the room.

"Katie!" George yelled. He was back! I went into the living room. Megan was sitting on the couch.

"Is she in bed?" Megan asked. I nodded and she got up and went into my room.

"Is there anything I can do?" George yelled after her.

"Is there anyone you want here?" she yelled back. "If there is, go get them. But be quick!" He walked out of my apartment this time. I went into the bedroom.

"Ginny, have you ever seen a baby born before?" Megan asked.

"No."

"Well, you're about to. You're going to help me deliver Katie's baby."

It was a long night. Katie finally gave birth to her baby girl, Anna, at three in the morning. She, George, and the baby slept in my bed that night.

I went out into the living room while they were in my room greeting their new baby. Harry was sitting on the couch alone. Fred, Charlie, Bill, Megan, Hermione, and Ron had been here throughout the night, but had left shortly after the baby was born.

"Hey," he said. I sat down on the couch next to him.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" I asked, closing my eyes but still trying to listen.

"Ron flooed me. I wanted to see the baby. I wanted to see you."

"Harry, that's nice and all, but you have a fiancé," I said. I definitely was not up to discussing our whole "what are we" status after helping deliver a baby.

"Good point. Can I just stay here for awhile with you then?"

"Okay."

I felt him slide closer to me on the couch, and then I fell asleep.