This story is loosely based off another fic I started called Hiding. However, as I wanted to keep in sync with the books [aside from that ridiculous epilogue], I decided to rewrite it. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once. Everything you recognise= not mine.

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Ginevra Weasley made her way through the winding streets of Diagon Alley, keeping an eye out for Harry Potter, her long time boyfriend. The two had broken up while Harry, Ron and Hermione had searched out and destroyed the remaining Horcruxes, but had gotten back together after Voldemort's downfall. The ministry of magic had decided that in succeeding in such a perilous task the three were to be awarded Order of Merlin, First Class, and were also allowed to graduate from Hogwarts, with top marks. Needless to say, Harry Potter was once again the hero of the wizarding world, and that, on top of his extensive auror training, made it very hard for them to find time together. And that was what Ginny was meeting him about today.

Sure enough, Ginny found her boyfriend with a small crowd of witches and wizards clamouring for his attention. It had been over four years since the end of the war, but the spotlight that followed the boy who lived- twice- still shone brightly. And Harry, being the man he was, seemed to have a lot of difficulty escaping the crowds. Ginny smiled as he caught sight of her and waved, before making excuses to those standing around him, and beckoned to her. They entered the Leaky Cauldron and sat down, placing their orders. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Ginny blurted out the real reason they were there today.

"It's not going to work Harry," she said bluntly.

Harry looked at her in surprise. "Why? What's wrong?"

"You're just too busy, all the time. I never see you. I know that it's not your fault, but it's just not working for me. I see Ron and Hermione more than I see you!"

"I thought you said you'd wait for me Gin," he said, eyes pleading with her. She almost relented, seeing that look, but stopped herself just in time. She loved Harry, sure, but not in the way she once thought she had.

"That was back in school, when you had to leave. And I thought that when the war was over, everything would be perfect, but I was young. We were young, Harry. Now we're out in the real world, and things have changed. We're not the same people we were. And while I still love you a lot, Im not in love with you."

Harry sighed, and then looked at her a little regretfully. "I don't suppose I should be surprised. This has been coming on for a while, hasn't it?"

Ginny nodded. "I'm sorry Harry."

Harry shrugged, though Ginny could still see a glimmer of sadness lurking behind emerald eyes. She knew, however, that he would allow himself to be distracted by work, until the hurt faded away and he realised that he wasn't in love with her either.

They passed away their lunch hour with small talk, and soon Harry had to return to the office, and Ginny to St Mungo's, where she interned.

"Still friends Ginny?" Harry asked, smiling a wistful sort of smile.

Ginny smiled back. "Still friends Harry."

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"Ginny, there's a reporter here to see you," Healer Wilson said, stepping over to the patient that Ginny was currently attending to. "I'll take over here."

Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. She should have known that somehow the Daily Prophet would get a wind of their break up, but she hadn't thought it would be so soon. "I'll just be a moment, Mrs Creevey," she said, smiling at the older woman.

"Don't rush dear. I'll be fine for a few minutes."

Ginny nodded gratefully, before leaving the room and almost running straight into the reporter. It was one that she had met several times, and Ginny didn't like her much. She was a pushy, nosy woman, that rarely took no for an answer.

"Hi Ginny, so lovely to see you again," the woman gushed, a fake smile firmly in place. "Now, I don't want to take up too much of your time, so I'll get straight to the point. I heard that you and Harry have broken up?"

"I do not wish to discuss this with the entire wizarding world Marilyn, and in future, please try to make an appointment instead of attempting to speak to me at work."

"I'm sorry Miss Weasley, it must have slipped my mind," Marilyn cooed sweetly.

Ginny resisted the urge to roll her eyes once more. "Just like it slipped your mind last time?" she asked tartly. The woman was wearing her patience. "I really must be getting back to work. Good day," she said, before re-entering the room. "I'm sorry, staff only," she said, before shutting the door in the woman's heavily made up face. Ginny turned to see Mrs Creevey and Healer Wilson laughing quietly.

"Nice work Ginevra," the Healer said, before picking up the other woman's file and flicking through it quickly. "Had some developing potion splash on you, Mrs Creevey?" she asked, with a knowing look.

Mrs Creevey blushed. "My sons just get a little over enthusiastic sometimes. I don't know how many times I've told them that they can't develop photos in the kitchen..." she said, trailing off, as Ginny laughed. It wasn't the first time the woman had been admitted to St Mungo's because of oddly placed cauldrons.

"Don't worry, I understand perfectly. I went to school with Colin, after all," Ginny said, smiling. "I'll just fix these up, and you're fine to go home. Just take it easy for a few days. Get Colin to get his developer out of the kitchen."

She nodded, and the Healer spoke up. "Once you've healed Mrs Creevey, Ginevra, you need to go home too," she said, looking sternly at the younger witch. "You were supposed to finish over two hours ago!"

Ginny looked at her boss guiltily. "Sorry Amanda, I guess I just lost track of time..."

"Yes. Just like making an appointment slipped Marilyn's mind," the Healer said, before laughing at the tortured look on Ginny's face. "I know you like to stay back and help Ginny, but your studies require attention too. And while you're at it, take the day off tomorrow. You deserve it."

Ginny smiled wryly. She had been working rather hard lately, but she didn't mind. She loved working at the hospital. But as she thought about it, a day off sounded better and better. So it was with a grateful smile that she thanked her boss.

"And don't try to sneak in here tomorrow," Amanda warned as she left the room. "I'll tell them not to let you past the front desk."

Ginny laughed as Amanda closed the door behind her, and turned back to Mrs Creevey. She pulled out her wand and muttered a few spells, before pronouncing the woman good to go. She signed the release papers and the two women walked out together, chatting amicably. They separated at the fireplaces in the entrance hall, Ginny promising to go over for lunch sometime in the near future. Ginny took a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fire. A minute later, she was home.

She brushed herself off, and looked around the little apartment she now called home. It still bemused her that her little flat was tidier than the Burrow, even though her mother wasn't there to clean it. She loved the Burrow, but it was simply too hard to find time to study with so many of the family always popping around for 'a bite'. Despite the fact that none of her children lived at home these days, Molly Weasley still cooked for most of her family. Aside from Bill and Fleur, and Charlie, her other brothers invariably made their way to the Burrow every night around dinner time. Even Ron and Hermione, who were newly engaged, frequently made their way to the Burrow, partly because of Ron's insatiable appetite, and partly because Hermione was absolutely terrible at anything that involved the kitchen, something that greatly amused her fiance.

Ginny decided against going to the Burrow that evening however, as someone was bound to have found out what had happened earlier that day, and she did not feel particularly up to being interrogated by her mother, who could be quite demanding when the occasion arose. Ginevra Weasley was rather talented in the kitchen anyway. She only went to the Burrow because she knew how much her mother loved to fuss.

It wasn't long before Ginny was sitting down to a delicious meal of rosemary lamb and sauteed vegetables. She flicked on the wireless that resided next to her dining table and relaxed for the first time in several weeks. She had finally done it.

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