Ginny knew that she'd been ridiculous in her jumping from relationships without thinking or caring. But she had explained it to Neville recently. Her need to feel normal and knowing that they'd never actually try to get her to open up. Knowing that there was no future. Harry could have been different, but in the end, he'd done the same to her or so it felt. Felt like he had used her because she would be there for him but it never was the other way around. But she had accepted it after he left. And she was moving on. Had moved on, really. Okay, so the fact she apparently had children with him was weird because she really didn't see him romantically at the moment, but she was trying to deal.
Worry was what they did, though. Ginny stressed herself out and didn't sleep. She hadn't for the past year. The war. Worrying for her family and friends. The Carrows. The never ending nightmares. And now, when they should have been gone, they were constantly back. She was exhausted but currently surviving a sugar rush from her baking and general excitement over her success in the kitchen.
And it wasn't like she was in any sort of rush to move. Instead her eyes lit up at the prospect of them going dancing and so she hugged Neville and kissed his cheek.
"This will be brilliant! And I don't care about that, it's about spending time with you so big deal!"