I never really gave up on you
Another shot at a Harry and Ginny story, because their personalities are much harder for me to capture than Ron and Hermione's.
"Harry and Ginny are real soul mates. They're both very strong and very passionate. That's their connection, and they're remarkable together." - JK Rowling
Being an Auror is worth it- that's the only thought that kept me up, studying for my test. I read and re-read chapters of .Being an Auror 101. And soon I found myself having to re-read every sentence at least twice to retain the information held in the words. I wiped my glasses as my vision clouded up.
"Harry," I heard a voice in my ear, an unmistakable voice. Ginny nudged me gently. "Harry, wake up."
"Good morning I yawned," the night before coming back to me. My book was still clutched in my arms, but I had a blanket on and my glasses were on the night stand.
"It's 10 o' clock sleeping beauty," She teased. I stood up, rubbing my eyes, put on my glasses and walked downstairs. I made a pot of tea and filled two mugs as Ginny read the Daily Prophet.
"I knew you couldn't go much longer without landing yourself somewhere in here." Ginny perused the article. Her grin then turned to anger. "I want to hex these people." She put down the paper with an irritated huff as I handed her a mug of tea.
I picked up the paper and read:
Harry Potter: What is he doing now?
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the only person who survived the Killing Curse and lived to tell the tale: twice. Yes, we all know him. The upcoming concern with the Chosen One now is whether he is still a Bachelor.
The press has spotted Potter twice with Ginevra Weasley, his best friend Ronald Weasley's little sister. Whether the relationship is more than friendly, we can't be sure? But of course girls all over are falling head over heels for the green eyed hero.
Potter is currently studying to be an Auror, as if he hasn't fought enough dark wizards in his time! But the boy who lived doesn't stop there, yesterday he helped planned his parents memorial with the Minister of Magic himself. The memorial will be held tomorrow at 5 o' clock and we can't wait to see if he has a date with him or not!
"So are you free tonight?" I asked, setting down the paper, trying to ignore the sentences. I'd had much worse reports before, much worse.
Ginny giggled. "Alright, let's give them something to talk about."
"What time are we going to the Burrow?" I asked
"Noon."
"Thanks." I responded, walking upstairs to read over my speech. I sat back down on the couch and read every word until they were etched into my brain.
I put on a green button down shirt and black slacks. Ginny picked out the shirt for me, saying it matched my eyes. Ginny wore a short black dress, the gold bracelet that was my mothers on her wrist. I ogled her as she walked into our room, her red hair falling in loose ringlets. Her lips were shiny and red.
"Ginny you look great." I said breathlessly, kissing her on the lips.
"You clean up nice yourself Mr. Potter," She giggled when we pulled apart. We disaparated hand in hand, our destination: The Burrow. .