Who: Harry & Ginny When: Wednesday night Where: Ginny & Hermione's place What: A dinner date.. some potentially awkward conversation COMPLETE
He missed his wife. This was hard to reconcile, because even though Ginny was there the whole time, within walking distance, she wasn't actually his Ginny. Oh, she was the same person, there was no one else who could talk with just that balance of excitement and sarcasm, but it was still not his Ginny. She had no memory of their engagement, their wedding, or of two pregnancies (though this last was arguably a good thing). Countless days and nights spent together, becoming closer to the point where all the past unpleasantness became... well. In the past.
He still loved her, of course. If he didn't, he wouldn't be him anymore. But that created a paradox of emotion that he wasn't sure how to deal with - while he wouldn't dream of forcing her into a relationship with him - he was seven years older than her, for Merlin's sake - but the idea of her with someone else made his stomach churn. It was all very well to say that they had a future together - it was becoming clear that relationships could emerge in this village that would never occur in the real world; people could get married, children could be born - his own baby sister was a prime example of that.
He didn't know what the answer was to all of this, but he couldn't figure it out by himself. Hence he found himself revisiting his nineteen year old self, knocking on Ginny's door and hoping for the best. At least he had orchestrated them some privacy by getting Ron to take Hermione out - he was pretty pleased with that, and if it helped things between the two of them so much the better. He'd had to deal with years of them tip-toeing around each other already, and he was damned if he was going to have to go through that all over again.