"The only thought that occurred to him then, was that he could spend his entire life with Ginny, and that there was no more Voldemort left to stop them.
            'Harry,' Ginny whispered as they broke away, 'I’m so proud of you…'"

“Armida Cole. And you must be Harry Potter! I’ve heard so much about you.” Armida shook Harry’s hand. Her hand was cool and soft against his.
“Thanks.” Harry said, trying to look anywhere else but her face, and settling on a potted plant behind her.
“And who is this? Your fiancée?”
“Girlfriend.” Harry said quickly. Ginny scowled and shook Armida’s hand stiffly.

""Stupefy!” Harry shouted. The stunner knocked over a table that was dodged by a black-cloaked figure. He sprinted forward, Ginny with her wand out next to him.
As they moved forward the scene in front of Harry came clearer. There were three black-cloaked and masked figures at the front of restaurant. One was laughing as he shot spell after spell at the terrified muggles. Death Eaters."

"“I haven’t seen you up at the school,” Ginny said, “Do you go to Hogwarts?”
“I’m a squib.” Said Morgana, straight out. She shared a common trait with Luna Lovegood; the ability to make things awkward by stating the things no one really wanted to say.
“Oh!” Ginny said, lost for words. She gave a very Weasley-like blush, “Oh, I’m sorry…”"

“Hi…Morgana…aren’t you a bit chilly in that outfit? It’s November. I mean…you know it might be because it’s warmer in France but here it’s pretty chilly in November…” Harry trailed off, wondering exactly what he had just said. And meant. Morgana giggled.

Suddenly, her mouth was on his ear, and moving steadily upwards. As they kissed, Harry felt her arms wrap around him and lean over, so that she was on top of him. Harry’s brain seemed to have turned to ice. His hands and mouth were reacting enthusiastically to her advancements, while his mind was screaming, “Ginny! Ginny!”