“Well then.” She leaned over to Harry. She kissed him again, except this one was slow and he enjoyed it as if he were kissing Ginny. They broke apart to see Ginny staring at them. Ginny handed over the ring, and let out a cry. “Harry is a good kisser; keep him!” She turned away and walked out. Harry looked at Ginny and gave her a smirk worthy of Draco Malfoy, and turned out of the room.

My dad? You mean the guy who I see three times a year if I am lucky?  No, he never has and probably never will,” she admitted with a sniff. “I see him twice over the summer, a weekend usually. I sometimes see him during Christmas, but other than that I get gift after gift of ‘I am sorry I could not make it to your birthday.’ Or, ‘I am sorry I got married and did not tell you.’ The list goes on and I kept every single letter, and every single gift. They get more and more expensive each time. I don't consider him my father.