She watched the map as his name traveled out from under the whomping willow. She smiled. She noticed his dot traveled towards the lake, and decided to meet him there.

She was seventeen, and excited to see her boyfriend for the first time in months. Harry Potter was resting by their tree, and she was going to remind him who he'd been missing out on.

Ginny came out from her hiding space behind the tapestry, a disillusionment charm on her. She placed a silencing charm on her feet, and ran towards where Harry was.

She smiled when she saw his outline in the moonlight. She came up behind him, putting her arms around his shoulders and kissing his neck.

"Ginny?" He asked hesitantly.

Ginny grinned and finite'd her disillusionment charm, "Hello, Harry."

"Hi Ginny," he smiled up at her, and Ginny felt her heart melt. She'd missed her Harry.

She let go of him and sat down across from him on the grass. "How's the effort been, Harry?"

"We've lost more Aurors. But the Order hasn't lost anymore."

"How's the Horcrux hunt?" She asked him.

"It's going... frustratingly... Hermione thinks that there might be one here in Hogwarts, but we're not quite sure."

"Oh. Well when you leave, I can try to find it... what do you think it is?"

"We think it's Ravenclaw's diadem."

"Oh. I can ask Luna, she's been doing research on Ravenclaw this year."

"Why?"

"I've started the DA up again. We're giving them hell," she grinned, hoping he'd feel proud of her.

"Why would you endanger yourself like that?" He asked.

"You do everyday!"

"I'm eighteen!"

"Well I'm seventeen! And when you left you were seventeen! I'm older than that now. I'm older than I was when you took us to the Department of Mysteries, and when you rescued the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort," she said saying his name unlflinchingly.

"Okay, okay," he relented.

"Guess what else, Harry?"

"What?"

"The Carrow's have no idea who's involved in the DA!"

"That's good. Those two are nasty pieces of work."

"I know... me, Luna, and Neville are heading it. As we're all pureblood's. They can't do anything to seriously injure us." She didn't tell him about how sometimes she'd be subjected to the Cruciatus anyways, just because she'd been caught when she should have disillusioned herself. She didn't tell him about how the sixth year girls and even some fifth years were forced to curse her in their Dark Arts class, as an example to all. She felt proud of herself for standing up to Voldemort in such a way, even when she couldn't be on the actual battlefield yet.

"Gin, you still need to be careful. You haven't seen what they can do."

"I think I have Harry. I've seen them torture the few muggleborn's left to insanity. The one's who couldn't be proved as muggleborns."

"Ginny!"

"It's true Harry!"

She looked into his intensely worried eyes, and she couldn't help but smile. She leaned up to his face, and he leaned down... Their lips touched...

What was that annoying buzzing sound? Ginny looked around out of sorts, suddenly everything coming back to her. She was back in England. She sighed and noticed how her face felt stiff.

In the morning, her late night misery seemed childish and like it shouldn't be as big of a deal as she had made it out to seem last night to Mia.

She sighed again and got out of bed. Time to get up. She needed to unpack today. She wouldn't have much time once the season started up.

She looked down at her pajama's that her mother would never approve of, and smiled. She'd changed so much in America. She'd become more grown up than when she left in the aftermath of the war, ignoring the wizarding world's plea for help.

She'd known she couldn't not fight, but as soon as Voldemort was dead and she knew Harry was alive, she hightailed it out of England and onto a plane to New York City.

She went to a box labelled "books" and picked up the book shelf out of it. She pulled her wand off of her night stand and put it where she wanted it, then finite'd it. Now it was it's original size, she put all of her books on it.

Book's she'd collected since she was little, and books that she'd gotten in America. Some of them were muggle books, but incredibly good, despite her frustration to understand how they lived without magic.

One book read "Dear Ginny... Happy Christmas. I've never said this, but I'm glad you were there for me in first year, even though you were fighting all your own troubles. We really did bond over Harry didn't we? Love, Colin."

Ginny realized she'd neglected her first Hogwarts friend since her sixth year, when he'd been kicked out... she should contact him. She placed the book onto her book shelf and moved onto her next box.

Pictures. She opened the box to pictures of magical times when she was a child. There was a photo album of pictures of Ginny and her brothers at the Burrow as children. There were numerous pictures of her reading the Harry Potter pop-up book she'd been given when she was four. There were pictures of her playing House, Quidditch Winner, and Princess. She smiled... she missed her childhood so.

There was another photo album of her fifth year. There were pictures of her and Dean. And then there was a picture of their break up. There were pictures of Ginny doing homework. There were pictures of the Slug Club meetings. And there were pictures of Harry and her.

There were an abundance of them, considering they'd only been at Hogwarts as a couple for a few weeks. She smiled when she saw the picture of their first kiss. And a picture of her head in Harry's lap, his finger's toying with her fiery hair. Colin had managed to catch it all. There were more pictures of them kissing. Even a few where they'd both acknowledged the camera and had told Colin to piss off laughingly.

Ginny smiled again. Why couldn't those sunlit days come back?

She put those two both on her book shelf as well, moving onto the pictures in frames. There was a picture of her and Mia. And there was a signed picture of her favorite muggle band, Paramore. They were new, but pretty amazing. There were a few more pictures of the team. There were live pictures of her as she was scoring a goal, or fouling someone. She laughed.

She moved onto the box labeled "muggle stuff". Inside was a shrunk television, a shrunk boombox, and a microwave. "Dead useful, those things," she said to herself.

She put the television on her dresser and finite'd it. She carried the microwave to the kitchen before unshrinking it and hooking it into the electric plugin.

She unloaded the box labelled "MUSIC" and took out her iPod, and all of her CD's which she hadn't needed to shrink. She put them next to her boombox and smiled... that was almost everything except for her clothes, which she would worry about on a later date.

Ginny grabbed her purple blouse out of her suitcase, and a pair of trousers. She figured she might as well go visit with Hermione today. They hadn't talked much the night before. But Cho wouldn't be round at Ron and Hermione's, right?

She grabbed her purse, a pair of sunglasses, her cell phone, and slipped on her black Chuck Taylors. She smiled at herself in the mirror when her makeup was applied, and walked out of the house into London. She walked right back in and remembered that she could apparate to the Burrow, to find out where Hermione lived and what it looked like.

She chuckled at herself. In New York she'd mostly done things the muggle way. But she was in England again, where everything magical was encouraged as long as it was without the notice of muggles.

She pictured the Burrow then felt a slight pressure when she heard a pop and was in her childhood home.

"Mum!" She called.

"In here, Ginny."

"Hey Mum," Ginny said casually as she walked into the kitchen.

"Hello, dear. I hope you had fun seeing everyone last night," Molly smiled at her knowingly

"Is it that obvious?"

"No... not about Harry.. however, your dislike of Cho is very obvious. But not as obvious as her dislike for you."

"How long have they been dating?"

"Since about a year after you left," Molly said. "Dear... have you ever tried... getting over him? You've had it bad for him since you were eight."

"Yes, Mum! I've tried every day since I was twelve!"

"Twelve? Ginny, darling. It's been eleven years. And you still haven't succeeded?"

"No. Lord knows I've tried. Then he kissed me in fifth year, catching me hook, line, and sinker all over again... since then it hasn't been just a crush, Mum..." Ginny shook your head. Then she remembered. "Do you happen to have an address for Ron and Hermione that I could possibly apparate to?"

"Ginny, dear. It's Monday. They're both at work."

"Oh... right. I forgot... I lost track of the days already!" She smiled even though she'd been needing to talk with Hermione. Mia was asleep, as New York was five hours behind England.

"If if makes you feel any better, she's got a lunch break in an hour," Molly said eyeing her daughter worriedly.

"Oh! Great! Do you think she'd mind if I turned up thirty minutes early for her break to hang out in the office?"

"Probably not... Remember where she works?"

"Er, no."

"Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Right. Thanks. Hey Mum, could you not tell anybody about the Harry thing?"

"Have I ever, dear?"

"I dunno, have you?"

"Of course not dear. Unless your father directly asks, I won't go out of my way to tell him. But I won't lie to him."

"I wouldn't expect that of you, Mum," Ginny said pecking her mum on the cheek. "Well I'm gonna go! Can I floo to the Ministry?"

"Of course dear. No one's disallowed it since the war."

"Right. Bye Mum. I love you," Ginny said as she grabbed a handful of floo powder.

"I love you too, Ginny dear! Don't get lost in Knockturn Alley!" She joked.

Ginny smiled and rolled her eyes as she stepped into the fireplace. "British Ministry of Magic!" She shouted. A cloud of green fire erupted around her and she was flushed into the floo system for the first time in five years.

When Ginny got to the Ministry, she felt memories of her fourth year escapade with Harry flood back into her mind. She had been so scared that night, yet determined to help Harry however she could. Then she had seen Sirius fall through that terrifying veil that had whispered to her, begged her to join it. She'd heard Harry's heartbroken screams and watched as he tore after Bellatrix Lestrange. Ginny shook her head, willing the memories away. She could not be distracted by Harry right now.

She walked to the check in desk.

"Ginny Weasley. Visiting Hermione Weasley."

"What's your height, DOB, weight, do ya want to be an organ donor, and what's your wand made of?"

"Erm... I'm five foot one inch, my birthday is August eleventh 1981, I weigh 54 kilograms, I guess, and my wand is made of ash and phoenix feathers."

"Alright. We're going to put a trace on your wand while you're here at the Ministry. Sorry Miss Weasley, but since the war we've been doing that instead of confiscating them. If someone attacks, we'll be able to tell who it was. But if you need to defend yourself it'll be there."

"Alright, er, Stan," She said looking at his name tag, then back at his face. "Stan Shunpike?"

"Yeh. You know me?"

"I rode the Knight Bus a lot in my Hogwarts days."

"Really?"

"Yeah... with Harry Potter."

"Oh yeh! I remember those times! First time I met the bloke he fooled me into thinking he was named Neville Longbottom!"

Ginny bit back the urge to giggle. Poor Neville, being impersonated.

"Right. Well I'm going to go now, Stan. I'm going to have lunch with my sister in law."

"Bye, Miss Weasley! Have a pleasurable visit to the Ministry! Don't forget to check back out when you leave!"

Ginny waved over her shoulder as she headed to the lifts. When she got to Hermione's floor, she grinned. She hadn't really talked to Hermione in person for eight years!

She found a passerby. "Hello, erm, I was wondering where Hermione Granger's office was?" The man looked at her and she noticed his hair was platinum blond and his eyes were grey. "Malfoy?" She asked.

"Weaslette?" He asked looking just as shocked as she felt.

"Ginny would be fine now," she said stiffly. She saw Harry walking towards them. She grinned as she thought of a plan. "So how's your family, Draco?"

Ginny widened her eyes and pointed subtly with her head towards Harry walking towards them, his eyes on his papers. He looked behind him, then turned back to her grinning.

"Oh... my mum's been alright. I finally managed to get out of my engagement to Pansy... sadly because she died... but it's rather a happy ending..."

"Any wife, Draco?" She asked loudly.

"Why no, Ginny," Draco smiled in mirth.

"Would you like to go out this Friday, at say... six o clock?"

"I would love to, Ginny."

Ginny noticed Harry was staring open mouthed at them now. She smiled wickedly. She got up on her tippy toes and planted a chaste kiss on Draco's cheek. "I don't know if you knew this... but I had a bit of a crush on you in Hogwarts, Draco."

"Really?" Draco asked completely serious now.

"Yes, Draco," she said shaking her head no. "I guess I'll be seeing you on Friday... by the way, where did you say Hermione's office was?"

"Erm..." Draco stuttered. "That way," he said pointing behind him.

Ginny smiled and thanked him as she left the way Harry was coming from. "Oh, hello Harry," she said nonchalantly as she could as she walked past him. Nothing like revenge on someone to bond two former enemies.

She eventually found Hermione's office at the end of the corridor, and she knocked.

"Come in," she heard her former best friend's voice waft through the door.

Ginny twisted the knob and smiled. "Hey, Hermy," she said.

"Hello, Ginny. What brings you here?" Hermione asked looking tired.

"Thought I'd take you to lunch on your break so we could catch up a bit... and perhaps figure out what you actually do for a living as well," Ginny chuckled.

"I sort out the Underage Magic usages in the summer holidays."

"You're one of those nasty things?" Ginny said disgustedly.

"I've had it revolutionized since we were in school. Now we have an additional trace to see if there were any muggles about."

"How does that work?"

"It can detect different types of energy. Muggles have a different type of energy than wizards, so it can detect that. It can also detect what type of magic was used. If it was defensive magic, we let it slide. If it was any other type, we send a letter that only the underage witch or wizard's parent or guardian can open, and ask them for an explanation."

"Wow... that sounds like a lot of improvements."

"Like I said... I've changed it for the better. We don't want things that happened to Harry in fifth year or second year at all."

"Oh. That's brilliant. What do you do in the school year?"

"I deal with isolated incedents with magic where there are no wizards reported to be living... I also help Hogwarts find muggleborns, as we can detect that as well now."

"Wow. Stuff sure has changed in just five years."

"Yeah. Just be glad you weren't a confused student through it... they had to have a day to get all the new traces put on their wands in charms the year it went into affect," Hermione got up and grabbed her purse from under her desk.

"Is it alright if you leave already?"

"Yes. The busiest time of year is in about a month when Hogwarts lets out for the summer holidays... but it's still term."

"Right. Any particular places you like?"

"You wanna go to Diagon Alley? They have this new cozy cafe there. It's called Poet's Corner... it's quite popular on Friday nights and in the mornings, but it's cute and a little empty at lunch."

"That would be great, as long as they have food other than muffins and coffee. Though I could do with some coffee..."

"They have anything you want... the tables have the sort of thing we had at the Yule Ball, without the House Elves... now there is just a button you push, and it's conjured from the kitchen and portkey'd to the specific table that ordered it."

"Wow. Wizarding world is getting high tech."

"They decided the muggles were inventing stuff, they should step up their magic."

"They needed it. Are we apparating or flooing?"

"We'll just floo to The Leaky Cauldron. There are anti-Apparating and anti-Disapparating wards on Diagon Alley after the attack of 97."

"Oh... okay."

"Right... I've got my personal floo... it's got a block on incoming, but not outcoming."

"Erm, Hermione? Stan Shunpike said something about a trace on my wand and needing to check back in?"

"Oh... he only says that when he's flirting, Ginny."

"Ew... he's like... thirty!"

Hermione let out a laugh... "The trace only works when you're in the ministry... it is disabled and enabled on every wand that leaves and enters."

"Oh... okay. I was worried. Where's your floo powder kept?"

"Under the sofa."

Ginny bent down and found a tupperware container of green floo powder. "Great. You want me to be first?"

"Sure!"

She stepped into Hermione's fireplace and shouted "The Leaky Cauldron!"