Cliched

Pansy Apparated to Ginny's bedroom immediately. "When? How?" she asked, eyes bulging.

"Just now," Ginny sobbed. " He's left me for someone else." Tears were streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Pansy strode over to her and sat her on the bed, lightly stroking her back and whispering, "Its okay, shhh..."

"So," Pansy started, "what's the cliché look like?"

"Blonde," Ginny blubbered hysterically. "Double D, long legs, nineteen!"

"Nineteen?" Pansy repeated dubiously.

"Yes nineteen, thank you, why?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, nothing, it reminds me of a famous story," she said, Ginny raised an eyebrow, willing her to go on. "So this bloke has a choice of three women, he's not sure which, so he gives them a test. He gives them all a load of money. The first woman spent it on a designer suit, the second invested half and spent the rest, and the third invested all of it. Which did he choose?" Ginny shrugged, Pansy smiled. "The one with the biggest tits." Ginny laughed.

"Come on. We'll rent a nice flick and you can tell me all about it." Pansy said. Ginny nodded and sniffed.

Ginny had lived right smack in the middle off Diagon Alley and the Muggle World. Hence, she was able to use magic and Muggle things, like movies and T.V., without getting arrested. Pansy rather liked this sort of Muggle entertainment and soon got used to it.

They had rented She's All That and Ginny spilled everything.

"And the-the...pictures, the porno-ish ones... oh my gosh, it was so disgusting and humiliating...I mean she's...young...and-and pretty and just... and Harry says he loves her, and she loves him...and-and NINETEEN! And Gabby and Ju...and then, just RIGHT through the window...Oh gods, what did I do to deserve this?" Ginny explained whining and weeping. "You know what I mean, Pans?" Ginny asked after 'explaining' what happened.

"Huh?" Pansy asked, not able to comprehend a word Ginny just said to her.. Ginny sighed exasperatedly.

"Haven't you been listening to me?" she fumed.

"Well, yes, but I couldn't understand a thing," Pansy replied meekly. She had known Ginny enough not to push a Weasley.

Ginny was frustrated now. "Harry had dirty pictures of him and his mistress, young and beautiful. I found them. I confronted him. We had a row and he left me. There. Understand?" Pansy nodded timidly, leaning a little away from Ginny. Ginny sobbed again, her head buried in her arms.

"Oh hon," Pansy cooed, putting and arm around her and lightly stroking her back as Ginny blubbered incoherent things. "Shhh... I know, I know, Harry's an arse, but you said your marriage was slow anyways, didn't you? Maybe this is a good thing, you know, date more people, meet more people. I'm sure that when guys find out you're single, they'll be lined up outside the door for you." Pansy smiled weakly as Ginny slowly put her head up, her sobs were subsiding a little.

"I don't know, maybe, but how am I--No Freddie! Don't tell her about the bet!" Ginny yelled at the television screen. She turned around at Pansy again, who was looking at her rather strangely. "How am I going to tell the kids?"

"I'm not sure how, Gin-Gin, but you'll have to tell them soon." Ginny nodded in agreement. She's All That was over, so they played the second movie, Titanic. They talked more of Harry and his new mistress, until Ginny fell asleep halfway through the movie. Pansy had levitated her to her bedroom under the covers, turned off the movie and Apparated to her own flat.

Ginny woke up in her own bed. She looked at the clock. It was seven o'clock in the morning. The kids wouldn't be up yet. But she knew who would.. She threw some Floo powder in the fireplace.

"Jeez, Gin, you're up early," said Ron. Ron was keeper for the Chudley Cannons, he always got up early to practice.

"Hey, I need you to watch the kids today," Ginny said briskly.

"What, is Harry too busy to watch his kids again?" Ron asked sarcastically.

"Oh, he left me," Ginny replied as if it were nothing at all. "So, are you free?"

"Oh God, Ginny, are you okay? Do you want to talk? What happened?" her brother asked, suddenly alert.

"Oh, I'll tell you later, so can you watch them?" She didn't really feel like telling the tale once again just yet.

"Uh, yeah, sure, I'll bring Draco with me," he said reassuringly.

"Okay, thanks, bye." Ginny took a step backwards and collapsed on her bed and fell asleep again.

The last image of Harry would replay itself in Ginny's dreams over and over again like a broken record.

"Mum?" a soft voice said. "Mum. Mummy wake up!" The voice was frustrated. Ginny slowly and drowsily opened her eyes. Her two children stood in front of her with confused expression on their faces. Why aren't they at Hogwarts? Ginny thought stupidly, still sleepy. She looked outside to see the sun shining on her. Summer break, I hate the sun. Ginny turned over, wanting to sleep again. But her son tapped her on the shoulder again.

"Mum, get up," Julian said. "Dad isn't back yet." Ginny turned over abruptly to face him, realizing she hadn't told them yet.

"Oh Lordy," she murmured, burying her face in the pillows. She slowly got up and walked past her two children, still looking dazedly after her. Ginny went into the kitchen, making herself some coffee. Gabrielle and Julian sat at the dining room.

"When is Harry coming back?" Gabby asked. Ginny sighed.

"I've told you time and time again not to call him by his first name, Gabrielle," Ginny said sternly, steering the subject away.

"Okay, so when is Dad coming back?" Gabby persisted, saying the word 'dad' like it was the most evil thing in the world.

Ginny sniffed. "He's not, we got into a row. Mum and Dad thought it would be best if he didn't stay here anymore."

"That's not fair!" Julian whined. "You're not going to let him stay here anymore?"

"Ju, he left on his own. Daddy...well Daddy has a new girlfriend."

"So he doesn't want to live here anymore? He just wants to be with his new girlfriend?" Julian looked crestfallen.

"Oh shut up, Julian," Gabrielle snapped. "Daddy was cheating on Mum, so she kicked him out. Get over it." Ginny was relieved at least one of them got the picture, but Gabby's reaction startled her. But she knew Gabby was as forlorn as Julian. She was always evasive about her emotions.

"Um, I'm going to spend the day with Aunty Pansy, so you two are going with your Uncle."

"NOT UNCLE PERCY!" the kids yelled. Ginny laughed. Last time they were with him, he had made them read and memorize The History of the Ministry: A Guide to the Ministers of the Past.

"Heavens, no." Ginny shuddered at the thought. "With Uncle Ron. Well, I'm going to take a shower and get ready, so you kids you know...get ready too, okay?" They both nodded.

An hour minutes later, the doorbell rang. "That's your Aunty Pansy, somebody get that!" Ginny called from her room.

"I'll get it!" yelled Gabrielle, racing to the door. "Hi, Aunty Pansy!"

"Hey Gabs, is your mom almost ready?" she said, giving her goddaughter a hug.

"Yeah."

"Hey Julian, how you doin', ugly?" she greeted him in their usual joke-insulting fashion and giving a hug.

"Good, Wrinkles, you?" he answered, smiling.

"Hey," Pansy punched him lightly in the arm. "That's not funny... but do I really have wrinkles?" The kids laughed.

"No," they said in unison.

"Hey Pans," Ginny said as she was walking out of her room.

"Hey, so what are we doing?" Pansy asked as they hugged. "Spa? Lunch? Movies? All three?"

"Umm... I don't know yet, we'll see, but we have to wait for Ron and Draco, they're spending the day with the munchkins."

"Ooh, are they bringing Sabrina and Nathan? Those two are so cute!" Sabrina and Nathan were Ron and Hermione's five-year-old twins.

"No, I don't think so, they're at some Muggle Summer Camp Mione's sending them to."

"Oh," Pansy said. "Poor kids."

"Yeah, I know, but I think Draco's bringing his son."