"I don't envy you in that task," Ginny said looking at the enormous stack of papers. In truth, not being one that worked in an office generally, found anything more than a few envelopes and newspapers on her cofee table to be considered a stack of papers. She opened the soda and took a drink. "Cheers."
She hadn't been expecting the 'Harry question' as she had mentally begun to refer to it from Luna. Not that she particularly minded it from Luna. For Ginny, Luna brought an ease of conversation that sometimes others didn't. It didn't hurt that Luna was her best friend, not Ron or Hermione, which were Harry's best friends, nor Artemis that she hadn't gotten to know well enough to discuss such things yet.
"And the infamous question. Since you are my dearest friend in the world, I'll tell you all," Ginny grinned taking another sip of the soda. "But this is a one time thing. I'm sick of talking about Harry. I talk about Harry more than I ever see him."
Ginny took a moment to formulate her thoughts.
"Right. Harry was the first boy I ever fancied. That didn't really fade. I dated Michael and then Dean. I never thought he would ever quite notice me, but he did. And the short time we dated properly it was the most wonderful thing," Ginny took a pause. She thought about those days beside the lake, the famous first kiss, everything about being fifteen and being with the boy she was mad for. A wry smile came to her face. Fifteen was so different from twenty.
"He broke up with me to go fight Voldemort, and that only made me like him more. Oddly enough, usually you hate the prat's nerves that broke up with you. So I waited for him..." Ginny knew she was rambling, but this was Luna. "I thought if he came back, it'd be the same, but it never quite was. There were attempts, we tried to date again once or twice. It just wasn't the same. I thought it had to do with us being so busy. So I've left well enough alone. I think he's doing alright though. I saw him not that long ago. I know he's busy."
Ginny shrugged. It had taken a long time to get out of her mental rut of Harry-Harry-Harry; she'd been at it so long. She'd thought about it more than she'd like to admit... and she might still feel slight pangs every now and then, but they were only like dull echos. "I think we've both grown in different ways. If we were going to work as anything, it'd have happened already, right? I can't keep thinking about him, no matter how many times Ron and Hermione seem to try to push for it. I have to just live for Ginny now. Maybe someone else can come along that I feel even more for one day."
Ginny looked at Luna, and she began chuckling. "Merlin, I'm sorry for going on like that. I've never talked to anyone about him that much."