A/N: I hope you like this fan fiction. If you are wondering, it takes place after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: Beginning to Forever

It's hard to let go of something you love; whether it's your significant other or your pet dog. Whether the one you loved died or moved away to a far place: or whether to protect you from the darkest of all evils. Love is an extraordinary thing. When you meet the one person who makes your heart skip a beat, your stomach flip upside down and inside out and make you believe that anything is possible. But what if there were two people that made your heart skip a beat? What if they both made you believe that anything was possible and make your stomach flip upside down and inside out? Was it really possible? Could one be in love with two people or was it just a magic trick? An illusion blinding you from what was real and what only lived in your dreams. Dreams are fun to live but we can't live in them forever. Reality would be waiting for us at the end whether or not we want it to…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ginny Weasley tossed and turned in her bed as irritating ringing deafened her hearing. Not being a morning person, she quietly moped to herself before rubbing her eyes open to the bright sun shining through her bedroom window, almost blinding her. Now, not only was she irritated by the boisterous alarm clock ringing in her ears, she was also irritated by the very, very, bright light that shined through her window which of course was evidently across from her bed. Squinting her eyes, she was able to spot her alarm clock jumping up and down on her bedside table. She reached over, hitting the snooze button. Beep. Beep. Beep. The alarm clock still rang. Ginny raised her head, hitting the noisemaker more ferociously. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her tired eyes were now wider than ever as she raged with anger towards the lifeless object that apparently didn't know how to shut up. She had barely slept the night before, and over her mother's dead body would she be allowed to sleep in. She hit the clock harder with her fist. Beep. Beep. Beep. Now fuming with rage, she rose out of bed, picked up the alarm clock and hit it harder. Why won't this thing shut up, she thought. I should just throw it out the window! Ginny paused. Brilliant idea! With a grimace on her face, she raised her bedroom window ajar and harshly threw it outside. The ringing had stopped. Finally! Serenely, she shut her window and climbed back into bed, happy the nuisance was gone. Turning on her side, she stared at the boy who peacefully slept beside her. His chest slowly rose up, down, up, and down. A strange feeling she was still getting used to sat in the pit of her stomach as she watched him sleep. She had two previous boyfriends before yet when they walked in the room goose bumps didn't appear on her arms, her heart didn't skip a beat, and her breathing was study. He's the one; she thought happily wanting to jump him as if she didn't do enough of that the night before.

She curled up next to him, squeezing her arms between his. She rested her head on his shoulder and began to brush her lips against his cool neck, moving up to his jaw and finally making contact with his lips. His breathing had changed and he was now awake and alert, moving his lips with hers. Their lips had fit perfectly together, moving at the same rhythm and speed. The smile forming on Ginny's face made it challenging for her lips to move along with his. She parted her mouth from his, whispering, "Good morning…"

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, pulled her in for another kiss. When they parted, he murmured, "In deed it is a good morning."

She rolled on top of him placing her arms around his neck as he placed his hands at her hips. It had been a while since she had last woken up next to Harry. After returning to the burrow, it didn't take long for Ginny to win his heart back. They began spending every day together and night in Ginny's bedroom, talking (sometimes snogging) until dawn. Their affection for each other annoyed Ginny's brother Ron, who wanted to "punch the shit" out of Harry each time he interrupted the lovebird's session of snogging. Luckily, he had a girlfriend who calmed him down, distracting him from the matter at hand. Yet, what Hermione Granger called, "the honeymoon period" didn't last forever. Dating the boy who lived came with a price. For two weeks, Harry was sent back to Hogwarts to help those reconstructing the famous castle that had fallen to ashes.

According to the Daily Prophet, Ginny had "kicked The Boy Who Lived out of the house after learning of his affair with her brother's girlfriend Hermione Granger." It took her a few hours to stop laughing after her mother called her to the kitchen and read her the morning's paper. Hermione protested reading the Prophet again, yet she too couldn't help herself. The stories were ridiculous.

Ginny brushed her lips against Harry's, mumbling as she made her way down to Harry's neck, "So how'd you like your greeting last night?"

"Jumping and snogging me all night is what you call a greeting?" he asked jokingly.

Ginny raised her head, "Did you not like it? I can stop it if you want." Ginny smiled.

"I actually thought we should do it more often…" Harry pushed Ginny's head towards his and pressed his lips against hers. After snogging for what seemed like an eternity, maybe ten seconds (Both Ginny and Harry were too busy to pay attention to the time), Ginny fell off her bed and hit the floor after a loud knock on the door interrupted them.

"Ginny!" yelled a familiar voice, "Please open the door."

Ginny frantically stood up and pulled Harry out of her bed whispering, "I totally forgot about mum. Quick! Hide underneath my bed!" Before Harry could say anything, Ginny was already forcing him underneath her bed. Quickly, she took one last glance around the room, making sure nothing was out of place and wouldn't raise her mother's suspicions. Perfect, she thought. She opened the door greeting her mother (not the way she greeted Harry), "Yes mum?"

"It's time to get up," began Mrs. Weasley, "Breakfast in ten. Oh! And have you seen Harry dear? He wasn't in his bedroom this morning."

At the corner of Ginny's eye, she could see Harry fidgeting in his small hiding spot. Ginny shook her head, "Nope. I've been in my bedroom all morning. Alone."

Mrs. Weasley nodded thinking her daughter was up to something. She crossed her arms, her suspicions now raised, "Do you have something to tell me dear?"

Ginny panicked. Stay calm, Ginny, she thought. She doesn't know anything.

Ginny slapped a smile on her face and said, "Nope." She then joked, "Well… I do have to use the loo."

Mrs. Weasley sarcastically laughed and strolled down the hall and disappeared down the staircase. Ginny slammed the door shut behind her as Harry crawled out from underneath her bed flattening the creases in his shirt. A surge of relief flooded through Ginny. This can never happen again, she thought. If my parents ever found out about Harry's sleeping situation in MY bedroom, they'd kill both of us, somehow find a spell to bring us back to life, and then kill us again. Well… maybe not Harry. Mum loves Harry. "That can never happen again," spoke Ginny sternly.

Harry walked over to her and wrapped her in his arms. She never wanted to leave Harry's grip, but they couldn't stay in her room forever. Ginny parted from him, saying, "I love you, but if you're not downstairs in five minutes my family is going to think you were kidnapped my Death Eaters."

Opening her bedroom door, she signaled Harry to leave, kissing him on the cheek as he made his way out her bedroom. After fixing her clothes and pulling her tangled, fiery, red hair into a ponytail she made her way downstairs where she was greeted by the aroma of bacon and eggs. In the sitting room, Ginny spotted her brother snogging Hermione Granger as she held a stack of plates. Get a room, thought Ginny. When Ron and Hermione first announced they had confessed their feelings to each other all Ginny could say was, "Finally!" but now, she couldn't stand the sight of the two lovebirds. Even though Ginny's relationship with Harry was more awkward between Ron and Ginny, she being Ron's younger sister who was snogging his best friend, Hermione was still one of Ginny's best friend's, almost sister, and watching her brother snog and rub his hands all over her body was just…creepy.

Ginny made her way to the kitchen where she found her mother talking to Harry. Mrs. Weasley turned around to greet her daughter, "Well it's nice of you to join us Ginny."

Ginny nodded, kissing Harry as she made her way to the kitchen table. Ginny took a seat on Harry's lap, not caring if her mother was in the room. Mrs. Weasley smiled, "I'm so glad you too are back together," Ginny looked up at her mother as she continued talking, "Your father and I always knew you would be together… Since the first day you two met at King's Cross."

I highly doubt that, thought Ginny.

"Now where is Hermione with those plates?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny's eyes widened as the image of her brother snogging Hermione in the other room resurfaced in her thoughts. Quickly, she stood up and said, "I'll go get her."

Striding out the room and into the sitting room, she found Hermione and Ron in the same position she found them a minute of go. "Hermione!" she whispered, "Ron!"

Ron looked at Ginny, "What?"

Ginny's eyes moved to Hermione and shifted down to the plates she had in her hand.

"Oh right!" gasped Hermione before rushing into the kitchen where she should've been five minutes ago. Ginny followed after her. Breakfast went by quick. Again, the seat at the end of the table was empty. For the past month, Mr. Weasley was often held up at his office trying to help bring the Ministry back to its feet. Percy Weasley was also at the office helping his father. George was busy at the Joke Shop and Bill was spending time with his wife.

Hermione waited at the bottom of the staircase, becoming more impatient as she waited for Ginny. After waiting another ten minutes, she yelled, "Hurry up Ginny! We need to get going!"

Ginny rushed down the stairs, "I'm ready."

"What took you so long?" asked Hermione curiously. Ginny thought back to the position she was in five minutes ago: Underneath Harry's arms, her lips locked with his.

Ginny sighed, "Well if you want the details… I was in the loo pee—"

Hermione interrupted her, "I don't need the graphics, Ginny."

Ginny smiled with satisfaction, "You ready?"

"Ya. Is Luna still meeting us at Diagon Alley?"

Ginny nodded. Hermione led the way outside and Ginny followed after her, closing the door behind them. When she looked back at Hermione, she saw her holding Ginny's alarm clock which happened to be broken into five pieces. Ginny's eyes widened. Oh God, thought Ginny.

"Isn't this the alarm clock I gave you for your birthday?" asked Hermione.

Ginny scrambled for words to say, "Uh, ya… I… guess it is."

Hermione filled with anger until Ginny added, "You know, I was wondering where that was this morning. I woke up and it was gone. I wonder how it got here?"

To convince Hermione she didn't throw the clock out her bedroom window, she said, "I really loved that thing."

A/N: Did you like it? Sorry if anyone thinks it's boring. I promise there will be a lot, and I mean a lot of drama coming up in a few chapters. It's just going to take some time. PLEASE REVIEW and give advice that could maybe make the story better. Thank you for reading.