Ginny had fallen asleep after finally seeing Sophie. She was little, 3.5 lbs, but Adair said she was going to be okay, they took her to the ICU to monitor her breathing, and Ginny was taken back to her room to rest.

Dane had gone to the store to buy the new mother some roses, Sophie was small but she looked good. She was a beautiful baby and there was a part of Dane that felt like a proud Uncle.

His parents had stayed until the surgery was over and they knew Ginny and Sophie were healthy, they then went out to get food for everyone and then returned to their home to rest.

Julianne and Hermione had arrived while Ginny was in surgery; they congratulated her after and stayed in her room with her until they were shooed out by the mediwitch who was very adamant that Ginny receive her rest. Julianne got a room at the Leaky Cauldron and was planning to see Ginny the next morning bright and early.

"Durwak didn't know what hit him," Miles laughed, Harry was surrounded by his quidditch team. They had all arrived at St. Mungos to check on their teammates after the brutal beating from Bulgaria.

"Neither did you," Harry smiled, "You got knocked in the head and went spinning quite comically off your broom," they laughed and jeered until their stomachs began talking more than their mouths.

"Well gentlemen, I'm headed out" Wood said gathering up his things, there was a collective, "me too," coming from the others as they gathered their things.

"We will see you boys later," the healers said as they left, Harry among the last to leave, a nervous young healer reached out his hand,

"Good luck with the rest of this season Mr. Potter,"

"Thank You," he said, it always seemed so strange how people seemed to be in awe of him, even now. Here he was this great public figure, yet tonight he would be going back to an empty flat, drink a glass of wine, and fall asleep analyzing statistics for the next quidditch match.

He found himself wandering the halls of St. Mungos, passing by the rooms, occasionally glancing in at the rooms, remembering Christmas of his fifth year with Mr. Weasley, and meeting Neville's parents and grandmother. He walked past the rooms wondering what these people's stories were, an older woman lay alone her eyes open wide with seemingly nothing behind them, a little boy with a gash on his leg lay fast asleep, a young woman with fiery red hair- not just any young woman, it was Ginny.

Harry took a second to glance again. There she was lying helplessly on the hospital bed. He walked over, trying to relay in his head what to say to her, he poked his head in,

"Ginny?" she seemed startled

"Harry, what-what are you doing here?" someone must have told him, oh she did not need this right now

"Quidditch, a few guys got injured today" she sighed with relief,

"Right are they okay?"

"Yah but what about you why are you-"

"Delivery for Ginny Weasley the most beautiful-" Dane stopped dead in his tracks, he was going to say 'mother in the world' but it seemed he had interrupted something, Ginny didn't seem worried, she smiled at him, "I'll go get some water for these roses,"

"Thank you Dane," he smiled back at her,

"What was that all about?"

"What was what?" Ginny asked taken aback by his question,

"Are you guys together now or something?" her smile faded and her brow furrowed,

"Is that a problem?" he seemed agitated,

"Well you could have said something," he snapped

"I don't ask you about the women you go out with," her eyes bore into him, she knew, "besides its not like you have been too forthcoming in your letters"

"Forgive me for trying to move on, for trying to live my life,"

"Oh I forget your Harry Potter, no one else's problems can even begin to compare to yours,"

"And I forget you are Ginny Weasley the girl who spent a lifetime dishing out witty remarks and a sharp attitude, yet is a complete coward when it comes to anything that requires the slightest personal risk,"

"Get out," she said quietly,

"Why are you here?" he demanded

"Get out!" she yelled, wincing from the pain from her scar,

"Why-"

"Get out! You have no right to pretend you know what I have been through since we split up, get out now!"

"Fine," he huffed storming out,

Ginny hated this, she hated fighting with him, it was always agonizing, so many secrets, so much underlying tension, and words written with one look, feelings hidden behind their very fingertips. Maybe that's why it was so hard to not be in a relationship with him. When it was like this she hated him, he knew her too well, he knew what to say to push her buttons, and she knew what his were, that's why the fights were terrible, that's why she found herself hating him, yet desperately loving him at the same time.

"You alright?" Dane asked walking in with the bouquet in a vase,

"I'm fine, Sophie is healthy, and beautiful and tiny, and I'm fine,"

"Okay," he said sitting next to her,

"We fought again, its like we have been apart for so long resenting each other for whatever reason we don't know how to just be anymore,"

"You will,"

"Sometimes I'm afraid it will never be okay again, that I messed things up between us so much it will always be this wound we just keep tearing up to watch bleed," tears were streaming down now,

"You can't do anything about it now, when you are ready to tell Harry everything you will," he put his hand on hers, her hormones were a wreck and she would be in the hospital for at least another night while she recovered and Sophie had until the end of the week.

Harry apparated to Ron and Hermione's flat,

"Ron! Hermione! Anybody here?!" Hermione came flying out of the bathroom

"What's wrong?" she asked breathing hard,

"Where's Ron?" Harry almost demanded

"Working, anything I can help you with?"

"Is Ginny seeing that Dane guy?" Hermione was taken aback this was not he question if any she had expected,

"No," Hermione said trying to figure out what was going on, Harry only looked minimally relieved

"How did she find out about Claire?" Hermione started getting a little red,

"I told her," Harry's eyes grew

"Why? Hermione why did you tell her that!?"

"Because Harry you were moving on, you were going on dates, Ron was basically the entire cheering section for you, I couldn't just not tell Ginny, she is one of my closest friends!"

"Why so she could get over me? I wasn't ready to let her go Hermione!"

"No Harry, so she could stop thinking that you were going to sit around waiting for her, so she would actually do something about it," Hermione's mind was reeling, "What brought all this on anyway?"

He calmed down a bit pacing up and down the breakfast area, "She's in the hospital, some surgery or something. I guess we didn't really get to that point of the conversation,"

Hermione remained quiet as if she had no idea,

"I thought I could do it Hermione, I just kept telling myself that I could let Ginny do whatever she needed to do and sit back and wait and could just be happy for her. I can't though, and I don't know why,"

"Harry do you want to be with her?" he stopped, hesitated almost,

"I don't know,"

"Figure it out Harry, then when you decide do it; don't do a song and dance about timing, just do it,"

Harry left the flat feeling empty. he walked through the winter air, it cut him crisply, when he was younger he thought one day he would find a woman who could make all of his dreams come true. Then the whole "Cho" thing happened, and he realized he needed to be more careful about whom he chose to be the object of his affections, and then there was Ginny.

It was like something out of a dream at first, then they were apart, she pretended to be over it, but with late night rendezvous and long conversation he knew neither of them was. Then they were together again, happily for the most part, they didn't see each other as much as they had wished, but it seemed to be enough. Then she left him, and he had felt betrayed, for the longest time he often thought she would be shattered and a wreck with out him, that he was in some way protecting her from being alone without him. He didn't know she could leave him as such a wreck.

He could never feel that way about another girl, he could never give himself as much as he had before. He would never open up to a girl the way he had opened up to Ginny. Even if he had wanted to those scars would always be there reminding him of what he could have had.

The next few days passed slowly, Ginny was able to leave the hospital though Sophie was required to stay for observation until the end of the week. She was small of course and some of her organs were slightly underdeveloped however she was doing just fine and was under the circumstances doing quite well.

When she arrived to her flat at school she was welcomed with open arms by Dane, Julianne, and Hermione had even been able to come. They had each brought little presents, a cradle, high chair, little toys and baby clothes. It was lovely.

"I'm headed back to the hospital as soon as we finish eating and I grab my parchment for Occulemency,"

"Hey Gin, I need to talk to you," Hermione said now stepping up,

"Well then come to the hospital with me, I need to be with my daughter,"

No one was able to understand the way she felt about all this. After the fight with Harry she realized this maybe all she had, Sophie was the product of everything good and wonderful and beautiful they used to have, and she wasn't about to take that for granted.

Dinner was good, real food, not hospital food, it was nice to be back home, her friends were so excited for her yet there was an uneasiness that they all felt. They couldn't believe she still hadn't told him. Dane had told Julianne about her encounter with Harry at the hospital, both were beginning to worry about Ginny.

They arrived at the hospital they went to the private room Ginny had requested for Sophie.

"So you saw Harry," Ginny didn't speak, she kept her eye on Sophie, affectionately stroking her tiny fingers "Ginny?" she turned to look at Hermione her eyes looked empty and hurt,

"I have a daughter Hermione, a little life that I will be taking care of, I can't worry about boys anymore, I'm done," she looked at her little girl, a tuft of black curly hair, big beautiful eyes, fingers that could just grasp her pinky,

That was all that passed between them on the subject.

Harry was back with the team, he didn't know what to do, they were chasing the play-offs he had to put Ginny out of his mind, at least until the season ended. He had always been good at hiding his emotions and fears by obsessing about something, and that's what he would do. He would train, whenever he wanted to think of Ginny, he would look over statistics, anything.

There were three months left of the season, and then spring would come, Ginny would be out of school, and maybe, just maybe they could pick up where they left off… he wouldn't let himself dwell on it.

Hope you guys are enjoyin... teh next chapter will bring about a VERY big change... its the chapter you have been waiting for...