Running her hands through her hair, Ginny groaned again. "No, I'm sorry it's not that I just ---" she took the time to gather all of her hair off her face and then drop it behind her shoulders before she spoke again. "Things with Harry at home are messy and now I'm here and he's younger and we have kids. It's just a lot."
She was prepared to stop there and let it rest, had even closed her mouth so she wouldn't say anything else but she could feel it there on the tip of her tongue. And, at least since the war ended, Percy had been the person to listen when no one else could. Especially late at night when she was hobbled by grief, regret, or terror. "Just don't pretend it's some silly schoolgirl crush, okay? It's been a lot more than that for a really long time. And it's only because I'm bloody stupid that it's such a mess at home. Harry's always been......" Ginny paused, her eyebrows knitting together while she figured out what to say. "He's always been willing to wait on me to get myself together, but sometimes I think he's gotten sick of it."
Despite the swirl of emotion churning in her gut, she had to grin at Percy's name. "Because Ginevra Molly is so down to earth and normal," she teased. In fact all seven of them had rather fancy names given how they'd grown up.