A/N: I am so sorry that this has been such a late chapter guys, I have had mock exams for the last three weeks, and haven't had time to write any chapters, but no fear! I'm going to write my next 5 or so chapters and post them at weekly intervals. This way my chapters will be a bit more regular! Hope your liking the story so far, but remember whatever you think, good or bad, I would love to know, so READ AND REVIEWW !

Ginny stared at her reflection, deep In thought. She looked at the familiar face, and long bright ginger hair and how it stuck up, annoyingly, in the morning when she hadn't brushed it. He always used to love that. she looked herself right in the eyes, wondering what to do. Going over and over the events of the previous weekend in her head. She looked down at her hands. Harold hated holding hands whereas, her's and Harry's fitted together just nicely, and he loved to walk and hold hands in the grounds of Hogwarts on those beautiful sunny days.

Turning around, she picked up the towel Harold had left on the floor and walked out of the en-suite. He always stayed at Ginny's on days that he worked in the ministry, which was all the time at the moment.

She had started off being very angry at harry, understandably, as he made a complete fool of himself. Not only this but all in front of her fiancé, family and friends, embarrassing both himself and Ginny to a certain extent. She had started to wonder why she was getting so hooked up in the events earlier on in the week. Apparently, according to Hermione, Harry had been very embarrassed but keen to move on and leave the events all in the past. She had also received an owl with a box of chocolate and a note in that familiar handwriting, just one word, 'Sorry...' presuming it was from harry. But she went on to wonder why she had got that deep sense of happiness when that owl was delivered and she realised that harry must be thinking about her. Her and Hermione had discussed the situation many times in the past, but hadn't since Harold had popped the question. In fact, Hermione had barely talked about the wedding, which seemed to Ginny very out of character. She decided this problem needed to be resolved and so sent an owl to her offices asking her to come by after work.

Ginny always hated this time of year. Because Quiddich was out of season, the Hollyhead harpies only met once a week, and Ginny spent most of her time at home, on her own or out visiting her mother or friends. Ginny received an owl almost immediately back from Hermione:

Hey Sure, will drop by after work about 4, as I'm finishing early today. See you then! X

Ginny looked at the clock for a fourth time, were was Hermione? She was never late like this. She got up and started to pace up and down the room.

She looked out the window. She couldn't wait until her and Harold moved into a proper house after the wedding. Not that she didn't like her little flat, no she loved it, but she wanted to be more in the country instead of in the middle of London, were all the hustle and bustle of both wizards and muggles never seemed to stop. She played a game when she looked out the window trying to spot any wizards who looked really out of place in muggle clothes, and often saw one or two. However less people were about at the moment as the snow seemed to keep people at home in the warm, but who could blame them?

She heard a noise in the living room, assuming it was Hermione, walked through ready to greet her very late guest, but to her shock saw harry in her fireplace.

She was stunned. What on earth was harry doing in her flat? She didn't even know he could still apparate into her house. The look of confusion was reflected in harrys face too, suggesting the visit was maybe not intentional.

'h-hey,' he stammered, not knowing where to look. 'I'm going to kill Hermione,' he muttered, looking at the floor embarrassed.

'What are you doing here?' she said, sounding annoyed.

'I could ask you the same thing, is Ron not here?' He said frowning, looking around the flat trying to avoid Ginny's glare. The flat had changed a lot since he had been here last, bringing back some memories he would have rather forgotten. Harry didn't understand how Ginny could live here still.

'Harry, tell me, why on earth would Ron be at my flat at 5 o'clock in the evening?' she said, starting to get slightly irritated.

'Hermione sent me an owl to say that Ron would be here, as he needed help moving some boxes, and could I help him. She promised you would be out,' he said quickly.

'Why would you want to avoid me?' She shouted.

'No, I assumed that...'

'Embarrassed were you, at how much of a fool you made of yourself the other day. In front of MY family, the people who took you in when you were living with those awful muggles. MY family, who have stuck by both of us, even though we make it very difficult for them. MY family who helped you with everything during the war, who sacrificed themselves-' her voice broke as she thought of Fred, then bursting into tears.

Harry stood there, shocked about what Ginny had just said to him, and wondering what to do. He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder slowly circling his thumb, like Ginny used to love.

'I'm so sorry gin; I didn't mean to make you so upset. I just need time to adjust,' he said, staring into space.

'It's been 4 years harry, I thought that would have been long enough.' She said quietly, tilting her head upwards, and staring straight into his eyes. They stayed mesmerised by each others gaze for a long time, then harry, without saying a word turned around and walked into the fireplace and disappeared.

Ginny sat on the floor, and cried for what seemed like forever.

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