A teenaged girl, with firey red hair stood out in the rain. Her hair was drenched, and her clothes stuck to her dripping wet body. Her house was nearby, but she seemed to prefer being out as the rain fell softly on top of her, as though it was telling her she was alive. She sighed softly, and turned, walking into The Burrow.

A boy about a year older then this girl, with hair as dark as charcoal, and glistening green eyes, was standing in an otherwise empty room. He looked around as this girl entered. "Ginny.. Why were you out in the rain...? Your all wet... You'll catch a cold..." He walked over towards Ginny, taking off his coat, and placing it around her shoulders. Smiling weakly, Ginny looked away. "Hello Harry..." She said nothing else before she walked upstairs towards her room.

She pushed the door open, and walked into a small room. The room was quite plan, with posters here and there, and wooden surfaces. Her bed was white, with a lacy pink pillow sitting on top of it. It looked like a typical room for a girl, except for the fact that a wand, potion ingredients, and spell books were scattered out over the room, and the fold-out bed next to the wall.

Ginny sat down, and placed her head into her hands, staring at the wall in front of her, as thoughts ran through her mind. She sighed softly, and got to her feet, walking over to a small, wooden cupboard. She opened the door, her face still dripping wet. 'One good thing about the rain, no-one can tell if you are crying when your standing, dripping wet...' She thought, sighing gently. She pulled out a pare of jeans, and a tight black top.

She placed them gently onto her bed, and pulled of her soaking wet clothes, which dropped to the ground with a soft 'thud'. She pulled on the jeans over her black underwear, and her dark shirt over the matching bra which she wore. Ginny's shirt clung tightly around her body. She smiled fainty, and dried her face off using a small towel. She pulled a fake smile, looking at her reflection. She sighed softly, before turning and walking out.

She skipped down the stairs down into a small lounge room, with three people all sitting and talking. A bushy haired girl was taping a page of a book back together, whilst talking to a boy with red hair, and freckles. Harry sat down beside them both, a smile etched onto his face. "Your boring Ron to sleep, Hermione.." He smirked. The red-haired boy jumped slightly, and shook his head. He stiffled a yawn. "No, It's interesting." He lied. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine, i'll stop speaking then."

Ginny smiled weakly, before she walked closer to the other three. She smiled, and sat down beside Hermione, starting a conversation about idiotic boys. She laughed, and smirked at Harry, as Ron went red. He picked up a pillow, and through it. It hit Ginny, then landed onto the carpeted ground below. "Fine, stuff you.." She jumped to her feet, and walked back upstares. The slamming of her bedroom door could be heard echoing through the house. Hermione glared at Ron, before walking off, with the newly repaired book tucked under her arm.

She opened the door, and walked over to where Ginny lay on her bed. "Ginny..? Are you alright..?" She spoke softly. Ginny's head was in her pillow. She mumbled, annoyance in her voice. "Just fine.."

Hermione placed her book beside the fold-out bed, and sat down on it. "Sweet Dreams, Ginny.." She lay her head down onto a soft, white pillow, and closed her eyes. It didn't take long for her to fall into a deep, peaceful dreamland.

Ginny turned, and sighed. She stared at the roof, her eyes tear stained, and she lost herself in thought..

Will i ever find my one and only? The one for me? The only one that I should ever truely love. I've had feelings before, but were they feelings of love? Even I can't answer that. I wonder how is it possible for someone to not know what their feelings mean. How will I know when I actually find the one for me is what I want to know. Could he be standing in front of me?

As she continued to think, time continued to pass. She sighed softly, and turned to her alarm. It was 1:08 in the morning. She closed her eyes tightly, and had one last thought pass through her mind before she fell asleep.

Could it be him...?

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Ginny awoke the next morning, and stiffled a yawn. She sat up on her beds, the sheets falling down to her waist. She had fallen asleep in her black shirt, and her jeans. She blinked, and turned to the fold-out bed next to the wall. Hermione had already awoken, and was either talking to the others, or already eating breakfast. She checked the small alarm clock beside her bed. She looked a little shocked. It was past noon. She jumped out of her bed, and ran quickly down the hall.

"Why didn't anyone wake me?" She gasps, catching her breath, jumping the last few steps. She turned quickly around the corner, and ran into Harry. Harry was shocked, and stumbled back a few steps. Ginny on the other hand got knocked off of her feet. She landed hard onto her backside. "Ouch..." Harry laughed, and offered out his hand. Ginny smiled weakly, and took hold of it, as Harry pulled her to her feet. "Why didn't anyone wake me?" She asked, looking into his bright green eyes. "Your mother said to let you rest, so you'd be awake for the small party shes insisting on having."

Ginny looked slightly confused. "Party...? OH!" She hit her head lightly. "I almost forgot, it's your birthday today isn't it?" She giggled slightly, a bit red in the cheeks. "I didn't forgot, it just slipped my mind. Thats why I was rushing downstairs..." She looked at the ground. Harry lifted up her head, so she had to look into his eyes. "Your forgiven.." He smirked, and continued walking.

Ginny sighed, and closed her eyes. For a short moment she stood, before she reopened her eyes, and walked out of the burrow, without letting anyone know where she was going.

She continued walking untill she reached a small garage. She pulled out a small, rusty key, and opened the door. It creaked slightly, and was pushed open to reveal severak gardening tools, and a handful of very old, and dusty brooms. She pushed several away, and picked up a broomstick which hovered just above the ground. It was the cleanest out of the group, and it looked to be the newest.

Locking the door behind her, Ginny walked out, and hopped onto the broomstick. It wasn't as fast as a nimbus 2000, but it was fast enough for her. She took off, her wind swaying lightly in the wind.

Her eyes watered as she kept flying, she egged the broom to go faster and faster. Once she was at full speed, she turned, and continued soaring through the sky. She kept high enough so muggles below couldn't see her movement, yet low enough so she could see where she was heading.

After what seemed like an hour she begain to swoop downwards. She curved slightly, and landed. She ran along a street full of weird looking strangers. Many were wearing clokes, and holding certain magical items. Ginny ignored them as she continued to run down this wizarding street. it was so unlike diagon alley, with only one simalarity to the two of them; they both had shops.

Ginny ran into a nearby shop, and pointed to an object. "That..! Please.." She gasped for breath. The woman behind the counter smiled. "Buying a present for a lucky man are we?" Ginny blushed deeply. "Just a friend..." She mumbled. The woman smiled. "Well dear, love seems to be in the air today, i've sold three engagement rings, and I can tell you one of them will knock the air out of you, and with a price like it was it should."

Ginny smiled warmly. "Thank-You.." She took a small package from the woman, and turned to walk out of the shop. "Have a sweet day, ma'am. And what a handsome boy that person was. Young, I wonder how he could have afforded it..Inheritence prehaps, or a family name that all would know..Prehaps both..." The woman continued to talk until the door shut with a soft tingle of a bell.

Ginny picked up her broom, and jumped back off it, flying for another hour or so until she reached the Burrow once more.

She quickly placed the broom back in the garage, and ran back into the house. Breathing heavily, she walked slowly, heading for her bedroom. "Your lucky I knew you were heading out secretly. I covered for you, but I was deeply worried. I have already been out to try and find you, I just came back to alert the others..." Harry walked up from behind Ginny. Ginny jumped a mile, and turned to face Harry. "I'm Sorry!" She gasped.

Harry moved closer. "Where were you..?" He said softly. Before Ginny could answer Mrs Weasley peeked into the room. "Dinners ready." She said, before she disappeared once more. Ginny skipped off, smirking to herself. Harry watched Ginny until she disappeared upstairs, before he walked into the kitchen. He sat down beside Ron, and looked around to see who was there. Hagrid was the first to catch his eyes, as he was the largest person there, and needed a whole side of the large table to himself. Sitting next to eachother was Remus Lupin, and Nymphadora Tonks and spred around the whole table was everyone in the Weasley family, including a Percy Weasley who looked very uncomfortable, Fred and George sitting either side of him.

Harry smiled, and waved to all of them. Hagrid waved back, smiling happily, and Lupin nodded, whilst Tonks rested her head onto his arm. Harry smiled, and turned as Hermione and Ginny walked into the room, both carrying present. One was fair sized, and the other was quite small. Ginny smiled at Harry, as Hermione took a seet next to Ron. Ginny sat down beside Hermione when Mrs Weasley entered the room, carrying a neatly wrapped up package. She placed it in the center of the table, whilst Lupin and Tonks had a whispered argument.

As most talk begain to die out, Mrs Weasley turned, leaving the room once more. Harry's eyes followed her footsteps as he wondered what she was planning; if anything at all. Harry looked around the table, and altough it was difficult to see past the pile of present centre ofthe table, he managed to see the things that caught his eyes first; his true friends. Hagrid, Lupin, Tonks, and he knew that if it were possible the others would be there also ; Dumbledore, Sirius, and his parents. More important then anything in this word, however, were the four people sitting side-by-side. Hermione sat beside Ron, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, and her eyes sparkling with happiness, her hand tangled with Ron's. Ron was leaning across the table talking to his older brother, Bill. And Ginny, who sat staring into space, probably lost in her wild wonder of thoughts. Her long, beautiful hair was shining, and her eyes seemed to sparkle more so then the moon which shined every night. She wore a black dress, that fell below her knees, and a faint smile.

Harry lost himself in thought, wondering what could be running through her mind right now. They hadn't really spoken since the battle at hogwarts, resulting in the death of nutorious mass murderer, Lord Voldemort. Harry's mind wandered, thinking not about the battle at hogwarts, but about his past years which he spent there. Most of the time his world seemed to revolve around the plans which Voldemort made. Harry's own voice ran through his head; "Voldemort killed my parents, he is nothing more then a murderer." As Harry shook himnself out of these thoughts, Mrs Weasley walked in, a large silver dish floating infront of her, on this dish a beautiful two teir cake, chocolate covered, with green icing oozing from the centre. On top of this cake was a single edibal wand.

Harry let out a soft gasp of surprise. This cake was unlike the others he had, and he could tell much more work had been placed into it, that is if that was possible. For the little money Mrs Weasley had, she made up the loss with her love. Harry could tell every ammount of love possible had been placed into everything he, and the Weasley children had received.

Hermione turned to face Harry. "I saw Ginny making the cake, she refused to let anyone else help.." She whispered, then turned back, facing Ginny when she started a convosation with her. A look of suprise quickly faded from Harry's face, but remained in his eyes and he looked back towards the cake which had now been placed infront of the presents. "Wow.." He said softly under his breath, as he looked back towards Ginny. Harry let himself become lost in his own tangled web of thoughts and questions.

I love her, and my feelings haven't faded since we broke up, but would she love me back now? After all the pain I put her through no-one in there right mind would come back to me. If I had known that it would end like this, Voldemort dead, and only after a year of hunting horcuxes, would I have still broken up with her? She won't come back to me, I've lost my only chance with the girl that could be the only one for me. He sighed softly, and shook himself out of his thoughts as everyone begain to sing to him.

As many chears echoed throughout, and Harry blew out his eighteen birthday candles, everyone seemed to have high spirits. They all seemed happy despite the recent losses that had accured. Harry was the only one who seemed to have a weird feeling bubbling through his blood. Depression? No, the feeling was to strong? Anger, or hate? It wasn't possible, as no-one nearby could make him feel such a strong and powerful emotion. His glance wandered towards Ginny. Love? Yes, an emotion so powerfully strong that it could eat away at your soul, and take over your body and your mind. Harry excused himself, saying he needed to use the bathroom, and walked upstairs, entering his and Ron's room, sitting himself on the spare bed which he had been using.

I Do Not Care That I Have Kept Fred, Tonks, Lupin, And Many Others Alive. Bella Might Even Make An Appearence, As Will All My Favourite Characters That Were Killed Off During Of Before The Final Battle.