Chapter One: Destine to Die Alone.

"Well since everyone is here, we don't think that we need to keep this a secret any longer."

I looked up from the mountain of food on my plate, fork hanging precariously in mid-air. My mouth was open in a way that I'm sure would have had men flocking towards me in all different directions. It was the monthly family dinner though, and the only males in attendance were in my immediate family. Honestly I didn't give a damn what they thought about my not so lady like eating habits.

Ron was now shuffling to his feet his eyes flickering between the numerous occupants of the table. What in the world was going on here? I grudgingly put down my fork and made and effort to listen, this was actually quite a chore for me. Whenever one of my brother's needed to talk I usually managed to… How should I put this?... Not listen. Especially Ron. Not that I didn't love him and all, but all Ron really wanted to talk about was being and Auror, Quidditch, and Hermione. And I've had just about enough of all those subjects.

And I play Quidditch professionally.

That is saying something.

A red flush began creeping up on my elder brother's neck and his gaze shifted down to his wringing hands. Hermione's eyes were glued rather steadfastly to her plate on the table. I then noted that it looked like she had taken all but three bites and then proceeded to push the contents around for the rest of the meal. My mind went into over drive. Sheepish expressions, wringing hands, Ron's anxious flush, Hermione not eating.

That's when it hit me.

Oh my Merlin.

Ron knocked her up!

"I did no such thing!" Ron shouted as all eyes shifted to me and collective gasped erupted around the table.

Oh, did I say that out loud?

Woops.

Mum had her hand over her heart as if she were about to faint or cry from joy. The others were all mumbling in assent or annoyance. Bill piped up first. "Honestly Ginny, put a governor on that mouth of yours."

Stuff it older brother. Just because you already have a kid.

And they wonder why George is my favorite.

Hermione slowly rose to stand next to Ron, their hands interlocking in an adorable way that made me want to vomit up the contents of my meal.

"We're not pregnant." Hermione said softly, casting me a look of aggravation while my brother leaned down to kiss her brow.

Seriously guys, I just ate…

"In fact…" Hermione continued, her voice trailing off into a never ending pause. After the first few seconds I was about to lose it, not everything has to be so bloody dramatic in this family. I mean I know Mum can be a little crazy at times but you a think a sense of normalcy would…

I interrupted my own train of thought to take a gluttonous swig of pumpkin juice.

"We're engaged!" They both said in unison.

The crowd went wild.

I interrupted my own shock by spitting out pumpkin juice everywhere.

Classy, if I may say so myself.

Ron and Hermione were getting married?

Like married married?

We all knew this was coming, it was inevitable after all. They were like meant to be, like peas and carrots, like a quaffle and a keeper.

I just didn't think it would be coming so soon.

I stared in shock as the rest of the family swarmed around Ron and Hermione offering congratulations, hugs, and manly pats on the back.

My heart sunk deeply in my chest as they beamed and animatedly chatted with every one while I watched in horror from the sidelines.

They are engaged.

I did a mental calculation.

Charlie: Married to his job.

Bill: Married to Fleur. One child

Percy: Married to Audrey.

George: Married to Angelina.

Ron: Engaged to Hermione.

Ginny: Destined to die alone.

I forced myself to give both Ron and Hermione a congratulatory hug while forcing an insane smile on my face, when that was over I made polite apologies to Mum before quietly slipping out and apparating back to my flat. Once inside I slumped towards the couch where I collapsed and stared unseeing at the ceiling.

The thought rang in my head again.

Ginny: Destined to die alone in this very flat with a handful of trophies and 7000 cats.

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

The dull ache that never seemed to leave squeezed painfully around my heart as I contemplated my fate.

It had been four years since he left.

He needed to clear his head, get everything into perspective. He needed to find himself. Most people didn't blame him. I'm sure that Ron and the family kept in contact with him best they could. Every once in a while the Prophet would write a "Where's Harry Potter?" article, and sometimes even I over heard the "Poor Harry, I would have done the same thing" conversations people had in elevators or in shops. The entire Wizarding world didn't blame him for leaving, in all of their minds after all that he did he had every right to leave.

Well guess what Wizarding world.

I do blame him.

Because he didn't just leave Ron and Hermione and Mum and Dad, he left me.

The girl he had told on countless occasions he couldn't live without.

I hope he's out there eating those words.

It's not enough that my whole family can't speak about him in front of me, I've caught them more than once slapping a hand over their mouths when I walk into the room. I can forgive my family for the folly because it isn't their fault entirely. I know I wasn't the only one to love him, to care about him, to know him the way we all did.

But it's everyone else. If I get approached by one more giggling girl asking if I'm Harry Potter's ex-girlfriend I might hex her tits off. I'm a famous Quidditch player here! I've been starting team captain for the past three years for the Harpies.

Find something else to talk about people!

I rubbed a hand over my face as I sighed and shrugged my way out of my clothes.

Stop thinking about him Ginny, he's gone. In fact, if I were to be completely honest with myself I had almost forgotten the exact contours of his face. The arching black eyebrows the deadly cheekbones, the messy mop of black hair swinging in his eyes, the exact angle of that lopsided smile that made me go weak in the knees. The only thing that still haunted me to this day, was his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes, that held so much emotion. So much power.

I shook the images away again as I shuffled through the doorway to my room and rather ungracefully flopped onto the bed.

I prayed to whatever it was that was up there that I would be able to keep those eyes from my dreams.

"Well I'm really not sure Mrs. Weasley, I was thinking about red for the bridesmaids dresses." Thank Morgana! I exclaimed inwardly taking in the horrid shades of pink that my Mother had set out in front of the table that Hermione and I were seated at.

"I've told you before Hermione, It's quite alright to call me Mum now! But pink is so dainty and feminine. I think it would be perfect for the wedding!"

The snort that was threatening to explode from me was a chore to suppress. Dainty and feminine? Yeah that would explain Ron's wedding to a T.

"You are right Mrs. Weasley, but Ron and I really wanted Gryffindor colors for the wedding. To show our house pride and all." She gave Mum a thoughtful look and I had to admire her tact.

For as goody two shoes Gryffindor Golden Girl she made herself out to be, some of her manipulations could have landed her straight in Slytherin. Just Saying.

"And we didn't want to bring this up quite yet but Ron mentioned you had a beautiful pair of Ruby earrings that Dad gave you when Ron was born, we were hoping you would lend it to us as something borrowed." Mum's eyes immediately welled up.

See what I'm talking about? Sneaky little bint.

"Oh you're right Hermione dear. They would look absolutely stunning on you. Scarlet and gold it is. Oh my baby's getting married!" Fresh tears leaked from her eyes and she lightly dabbed them with the folds of her handkerchief.

Umm Mum, I'm not sure if you remember this, but I'm the baby.

Man do I feel awesome.

It seems she's finally giving up hope of me finally tying the knot.

"With that we were thinking a formal type wedding at night. Lot's of candle…" And this is where I tune out.

As the Maid of Honor, I believe I have that right.

After all we had been at this for almost three hours with minimal progress. Mum kept pushing for the pastel's and pinks while Hermione was kindly but adamantly insisting upon the reds. Then Mum wanted white for the tuxedos to go with the pink but Hermione wanted black with gold vests to accompany the reds. Once they gave up the initial color fight they began to talk flowers, while the battle continued, Hermione wanting red roses Mum said on pink lilies circling us right back around to the initial color scheme debate and the differences in the two.

I had to give Hermione credit though. If Ron had chosen any other girl to bring home and then eventually marry they would in no way be able to handle Mum's persistence. She was used to being the supreme word around the house and it was very rare that she did not get her way. Luckily the one thing they did agree on was who would be catering the event. Duh, Mum is the best cook in the universe.

I would know.

"What do you think Ginevra? Hermione and I are in love with floor length dresses for the bridesmaids, what about you?" I snapped back from the space I had launched my brain into.

"Perfect. I love the idea." I gave my best winning smile and sighed when Hermione gave me that dopey grin that has been on her face since the news broke.

My hand reached out automatically snagging the dainty cup of tea perched perfectly upon its matching saucer. I meant to drain the contents but upon bringing it to my lips espied that it was completely empty.

Drat.

I reached for the pot.

Empty.

Double drat.

Just my luck. "I'm going to make another pot, I'll be right back." I stood shuffling through the open door into the kitchen fingering out my wand and lighting the stove. Once the kettle was on I took a few moments to search the cupboards and arrange a variety of biscuits on a plate that I knew was one of Mum's favorites. I took my time stacking and arranging the treats, one thing that stuck with me while growing up was that presentation was 90% of the content.

Circumstances have changed for us obviously, ever since the end of the war, but I don't think that the little things about a person should change.

I am proud to be the Harpies Chaser that organizes my biscuits before presenting them to company.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

I leaned out to look towards the table that Mum and Hermione were sitting out.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

"Mum, there's someone at the door." I called into the hallway. I waited a moment.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

You've got to be kidding me.

"Ginevra, could you answer the door please. We are busy."

I eyed the kettle, it would be done in a moment, hopefully it was someone asking for directions but seeing as we still had wards placed around the burrow that was highly unlikely. I walked swiftly to the door hoping to tell whoever it was to bugger off and yanked the brass handle open.

The hooded figure had its back to me surveying the grounds, its hands shoved deep in its pockets in a lazy way that broadcasted it had all the time in the world. It irked me a bit and I strained my ear for the sound of the kettle. In the most polite tone I could muster I spoke, one hand still holding the door ajar. "Ummmmm…. Can I help you?"

The figure turned locking it's eyes to mine.

The kettle finally wailed it's completion from the kitchen but I honestly couldn't tell if it was me and this was some sort of nightmare. Time seemed to stand still and fly by simultaneously as we stared at each other. Not saying a word, not making a single sound.

I didn't notice the bodies behind me until Hermione rushed passed me into the man's arms. "Harry you're here! I can't believe you're here!"

The kettle continued to wail and my heart continued to thunder in my chest. Harry's emerald eyes slid from mine and murmured a hello to Hermione and then to Mum who rushed past me next.

Of all the people in all the world to show up it had to be Harry James Fucking Potter.

It just had to be the one person I was hoping that I would not have to see.

A/N: Hey Ya'll I'm going through and editing this story a bit. I know that I have a few errors throughout here that I need to fix and figured there was no time like the present to get these things done.

I hope you enjoy the story, please read and review. I always appreciate feedback and ideas. I use them to help me grow as a writer and storyteller.

Much love!

Nurse Holliday.