This is the edited version of this chap special thanks to my beta Digypup!

Author's Note: Alright I know I should be updating my other fan fic: " Year to Live" But I really had a lot of stuff to do this week and couldn't get to it... I really appreciated all the reviews I got though and I will probably post the next chapter sometime this weekend if I can. Anyway, I thought of giving a go at a one shot since it has been in my mind for a while...

Disclaimer: All original HP characters and ideas belong to J.K. Rowling.

This is mostly in Ginny's point of view though there is some of Harry's point of view toward the end.

Never Like This

I had always been like many girls are, sort of a romantic. I used to build up perfect moments where Harry Potter would declare his love to me. One of my favourites was the Quidditch one...

It would have been after a game, most likely after the Gryffindors had defeated the Slytherins, Harry catching the snitch right under Malfoy's nose, me scoring amazing goals. You know how it goes... It would be raining hard after the match, and his clothes would be clinging to his body, his hair all messed up. He would come over and tell me he couldn't keep his eyes off me in the game, and then kiss me right then and there... As if, well, a girl can always dream right? ... Anyway what was I thinking? Now that I think about it, Harry was always the shy type, spontaneous but shy... So, I had a backup plan in state...

We would be at a picnic, with birds chirping, and us with a nice view of the lake... Harry would tell me how he likes the sun's reflection off my hair and I would blush... He'd say I look cute when I did that, and I would say his eyes need better glasses. (While thinking I could get lost in those green souls) We would laugh and then he would kiss me softly on my lips... Then again when was Harry Potter predictable? That theory went down the drain... Then was the most dramatic, in my opinion, truly moving moment that I had pictured so far...

I always had faith that Harry would defeat Lord Voldemort. There wasn't a fiber in me that didn't believe he could defeat this monster. I would picture him running to me after the battle, hugging Ron and Hermione, and then proclaiming his love for me... Come on, I know I shouldn't be thinking like that, but it was a good dream to see him smile that way...Well as you know by now I am an overly active imaginative person, and none of my theories were used by Mr. Potter himself.

He did indeed defeat the wart head, and he did hug all of us who had survived the last encounter, but then he fled. He had given Ron a letter that said he needed to get away from all of it for a while, and that he would be back when he was ready to face reality again. I was... well, I was heart broken... though I had never admitted it out loud I had loved this boy...

We had grown closer over the last two years, and he had shared secrets with me that he was even hesitant to tell Ron and Hermione. I was always there for him, putting my dreams aside, and just being the constant support he needed in an unpredictable future... I could not give up on him, but I would wait. I had done it before, and I would do it again, but this time would be the last. When he returned I would tell him, and that would decide my fate...

Well this encounter happened two years after the battle, I was joining as the charms professor at Hogwarts due to the recent retirement of Professor Flitwick, and Harry had apparently returned as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Prof. I was surprised at first, but it had always fit him. Harry had always been good at teaching, and what better opportunity then to come back then this. He looked as handsome as ever. I smiled at him which he returned with a small wink. At twenty-one years old I can honestly say that boy still makes me blush.

A week had passed and I was caught up in all his adventures that he had had around the world. It became our ritual to meet in his or my room and talk about anything and everything...I liked to hear him talk, after not hearing his voice for almost two years. He had apologized to me on the first day for leaving everyone like that, since we all had to go through the same battle. I consoled him as always, and told him it was fair for him to take a break from this stupid reality. I then started giggling because I knew how ironic reality was being to me right now, since I still couldn't bring myself to tell him how I felt.

Then it changed that eventful evening when I got a note to meet him in Professor Trelawny's room that evening, our old astrology room . I looked at him trying to understand why he had picked this stuffy location for our meeting. As if reading my mind, he smiled the shy smile that always melted me to a puddle and he said...

" Well I thought we could do some palm reading together and see what's in store for the future."

" Harry? You hated this subject!" I told him, puzzled.

" Yes, but you start to enjoy it when you know the proper method." he said to me while taking my hand and pulling me onto a soft cushion next to him. He began to read my palm.

" Harry, you're mental!" I giggled as he began to trace lines in my palm. But then, suddenly as I felt the words he was tracing, I stopped. He had just spelled " I love you." in my hands and was looking at me as though I was the entire world, in his eyes. I looked at him my eyes asking the unsaid questions...

" Ginny it all started here with a prophesy, and I don't know how it works, or if things have happened the way they are supposed to be... but over the years I have learned that destiny lies in your own hands, and I don't know how or when exactly you have become a part of mine. You have become my world... all this time I traveled, I wished I had brought you along with me ... You have been a rock, and I know this is probably the worse place to propose for marriage, so I won't do it yet, however I would like to ask you out on a date." he said looking at my eyes.

That boy had done it again he had done something completely unexpected, yet totally Harry that I should have expected it. I smiled at him my eyes misty, and took his palm and then traced " I love you." on it and whispered, "Yes."

I had always dreamed of different ways, they were never like this…this was the real thing, this was the real Harry, and he was better than my imagination…

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