Chapter 2: Diversion Tactics.

While Mum fussed over Harry and Hermione cried happily at Harry's arrival I returned to the kitchen to fetch the tea. My mind was on overload, my body completely numb as I transferred the tea in the tea pot and listened to their conversation with half and ear.

I had prayed and dreaded this day for so long now that it was here I had no idea what I was supposed to do. The only thing I knew was whatever he had done, wherever he had been, the years he had been gone it had made it even more attractive; and no matter how many times I had told myself that I was immune to everything that was Harry Potter, seeing him in person shattered every resolve I ever had. He had finally disposed of his glasses, whether by muggle means or wizards it had given me and unrestricted view of those captivating green eyes. His features were sharper, with a dark stubble on his chin that made me itch to run my fingers over it. To memorize the texture, to see desire cloud over at my touch. His stature had grown a solid five inches, while still thin, muscles rippled under the worn fabric of his jumper.

And the worst of him being here, was that I was achingly aware of it. Every move he made, every timbre of his velvet voice assaulted me.

I knew only one thing.

I had to get the fuck out of here. Stat.

"Ginevra, hurry up with tea and biscuits! Harry here is wasting away in his seat." I heard him mutter something about 'not being necessary' but he knew better then to argue with Mum, especially when it came to food. That's a fight you will lose. Every time.

I lightly grabbed the plate of biscuits and pot and walked in. I thanked Merlin that he had his back to me, that he wasn't looking directly at me, I wouldn't be able to walk if I had to look into his eyes. I wouldn't be able to do anything other than gape at him like a fish.

I slid the pot and the plate into the center of the table wrapping my hand lightly around the strap of my purse. I could feel his eyes on me, surveying me, accessing my emotions. The only upside was that I knew he wouldn't be able to read them, mainly because I didn't know what the hell was going on inside of me myself.

A voice cut through the silence and it took me a moment to realize that it was mine. "I have to get going, I have a team meeting tonight that I'm going to be late for."

This excuse was a godsend even though it was totally untrue.

My eyes naturally wanted to skate back to Harry, to lose myself in him, to drink him in. So I forced myself to look at Hermione. A sympathetic smile donned her lips and she bid me a jovial goodbye with promises to owl the next day. I turned and walked as fast as I could towards the front door using all the effort I had not to sprint and slam the hinges behind me.

With the oak barrier separating us, I threw everything out the window. My legs pumped harshly and I ran harder than I ever had before. Corn beat against my face as I pushed myself to the end of the anti-apparation ward. The sooner that I got there the sooner that I could put everything that had happened, everything that I was feeling behind me, away from me. I didn't care, it just had to stop.

I felt myself pass through the barrier and forced myself not to cry. To many tears had been shed because of Harry over the years, I would be damned if I were to give him these. My mind searched frantically for anywhere that I could go where I wouldn't be alone. The girls on the team would be happy to see me, desperate for gossip about my non existant love life and entertaining enough to keep me laughing. But I knew that if I went there the inevitable questions would ensue, about exactly how I felt that Harry was back. Right now I didn't even know myself, I couldn't explain it to someone else. Any one in the family would rush over to greet the long lost member of our motley crew so to seek comfort from them would be entirely unproductive. It wasn't until my mind flashed to Henry that I made up my mind and apparated directly outside his little flat in London.

After knocking feverishly on the door it finally opened to see Henry's face smiling happily at me. "Ginny! What are you doing here?" I didn't say a word. I didn't explain, I launched myself at him. His lips captured mine and drew me hard against him. I clung to him desperately eager for him to make me forget even for just a little while. A few minutes of feverish snogging later I was flat on my back in the middle of Henry's large bed, his hands removing my shirt enthusiastically. He broke away, his devilish grin consuming me. "Good to see you too." Then his mouth and his hands were all over me and I lost myself in the exquisite paradise of meaningless sex.

"Oh Harry you have no idea how good it is to see you! How long have you been back? Where are you staying? Where have you been? Are you still hungry?" The questions kept coming. The questions I knew that I would have to face when I finally decided to come home. But as I stared at the smiling faces of both Mrs. Weasley and my best friend Hermione Granger, there was only one thing that occupied my mind, and that thing had not ten minutes before run out the door as if a pack of centaurs was chasing her. Once she left, I tried my best to answer everything, to tell them about my journey's about how I was but my mind was not deterred. Not a single bit.

How the hell had I convinced myself that I had forgotten about her?

I hadn't, not really, just like I hadn't forgotten about Ron and the other's. It was the distance, the time away. I suppose I had deluded myself into thinking that the hold she had over me was gone.

Again, I'm a fucking idiot.

The minute her voice rushed over me, my skin began to tingle the same way it had when she ran it through my hair. When I turned and my eyes finally found her endless chocolate orbs, I knew that I was home. It was like my body finally relaxed, the heaviness that had pressed upon me since fourth year was gone and it was just her and me. I vaguely remembered taking in her face, every single extraordinary detail, the smooth line of her jaw, her pert nose and lush lips, the singular dark freckle on her neck that would never fade. They were all so familiar, so Ginny. But the newness of her was even more fascinating then the beauty of herself. The fullness of her figure, the small scar at the corner of her mouth that practically begged me to run his tongue across, the slightly darker shade to her hair. It was still my Ginny, but she was grown up.

She was as beautiful as she always was, but the look in her eyes when she saw me…

The way she just ran away without giving a goodbye…

I never expected her to wait for me. It was a foolish thought that a girl like her would ever think to wait on me, but I think deep inside that a part of me hoped, even wished she would.

For the thousandth time since I packed my bags and walked away I wished that I hadn't. That I had stayed and kept my promise to her, to everyone. They were all so much stronger than I was, and they didn't even know it.

"Oh I've been a little bit of everywhere. Spent some time in Austrailia, New Zealand, the Americas, Russia, Portugal. Anywhere really. I just wanted to see it all you know? Some of the communities around there are incredible. They have an entirely different outlook on life."

The conversation continued. What did I see? Did I meet anyone exciting? Was I back for good?

That was one question that I had no doubt about.

"Yes."

The moment I saw Ginny I knew. I may have come back to be the best man for my two best mates wedding, but I also came here to win back the woman I love.

I probably could have heaved the biggest sigh in the world right now. Only because I knew that winning back Ginny was going to be more work then defeating Voldemort, but it would be ten times more worth it.

"You never answered Harry dear, where are you staying?" Molly asked loading up my plate with another helping of biscuits.

"I planned on taking a room at the Leaky Cauldron for now, then I'm going to work on remodeling my parent's house. When that's finished I'll live there."

By the look on Molly's face she was having none of it.

"Nonsense!" She scoffed patting me lightly on the shoulder. "You'll stay with us till your settled. You're family, and family do not stay at motels."

I know better than to argue. I think that if it weren't for the dementors, getting a howler from Ron's Mum would have been my boggart. No joke.

Woman is rightfully terrifying.

"Of course." I said and she fluttered off to ready one of the rooms upstairs. I sighed as she walked away and risked a look at Hermione who was clutching her teacup in both hands. A smile curved her lips as she took a sip.

"I'll give you one thing Harry you certainly have great timing." My finger lightly circled round the edge of my own cup. I needed to have this conversation, I had to know just how badly I had ruined things.

"I saw that." I said lightly as my gaze shifted from my circling fingers to Hermione's smirking face. Silence bounced between us for a few moments before I spoke. "I really fucked up didn't I?"

"I'll say. Its not every day you can leave your girlfriend to clear your head and be gone for four years." This time I did nothing to hide my wince as the truth hit me. "What did you expect Harry, you broke her heart."

She was right. Blast, she was right. It wasn't anything I didn't already know, but hearing it from Hermione; Hermione who had been here the whole time, who had witnessed everything, who had did damage control on the chaos that I had left behind.

"I'm sorry Hermione. For leaving. I wasn't the only one battling demons and instead of facing them like I always had before I ran. I hope someday you can forgive me. That all of you can forgive me"

"We forgave you years ago. Ginny though, I don't think she's ever really gotten over it. It was the first time in your life that you didn't have to stand up and fight Harry, that you had the option to walk away and not have to deal with the consequences. Everyone makes mistakes, even the great Harry Potter." Her voice was soft, the care in her words almost undid me. I could feel the tears in the back of my eyes.

"Especially the great Harry Potter." I whispered and she reached out her hand to grasp my own. My eyes took in the sparkling engagement ring on her small finger and I smiled to myself. I may have made mistakes before, but I know beyond a doubt that I had done one thing right.

"You better not leave us again Potter, or this time I won't promise that I will forgive you. " A light chuckle escaped me as I took another sip from my cup.

"No worries there woman, I'm here to stay."

A/N: So what did you think about chapter 2?

Did you like Harry's POV?

Do you think Ginny's plan is going to work? *coughnocough*

How do you think Harry is going to win her back?

I'll give you a hint, it's going to be one bumpy road!

Much Love! Please continue to read and review.

-Nurse Holliday