A/N: So guys I kind of lost interest in my other story but luckily we were at the ending (That's also why the last two chapters suck). Anyways, this is a new story that kind of works into I'll Find You, but if you are a Dean fan, this story will probably not agree with you. However, I still like it. Anyways, this is going to be about four years after the Battle of Hogwarts and lead up to James being born (Maybe, I'm not sure). Anyhow enough of my ramblings, enjoy this new story :)

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THIS SO NO REPORTING ME OR ANYTHING!

Harry's POV

As Harry walked slowly down the aisle, his mind was racing, and his heart beating wildly, though by looking at his cool exterior, you would never have guessed it. It was a perfect day by all means. The sun was shining brightly, but not enough to make it too hot, and a cool wind swept through the backyard constantly, making the air a perfect temperature. The rustle of the leaves on the trees shaking in the wind added a touch to the whole occasion too. The backyard of the Burrow had been decorated for the occasion, with white streamers hung delicately through the branches of the many trees residing on the land, floating lights situated above the people, and row after row of simple white chairs. Harry himself had helped to set up the magnificent white tent where the crowd of people that had arrived now sat. The rows of chairs were empty no more, and when Harry risked a quick glance to his left, he could see all the many beaming faces, and the handkerchiefs hidden in every woman's hand. But he never looked to his right, because if he did, he was 100% positive that he would stop functioning. He had never signed up for this, well he had, but when he had heard what exactly he had had to do that morning, he had been outraged.

Hermione paced the wooden floor in front of Harry, and he could swear that by now, there was an actual rut in the floor. She had been doing this all week, and now, just a few hours from the wedding, here she was again, agonizing over (pointless) details. Harry just wanted to go back to sleep, but when Hermione had barged into his room that morning, he had had no choice but to let her stay and rant. But after hearing what flavor the cake would be for the millionth time (chocolate and red velvet), Harry had zoned out, and was struggling to keep awake. His eyes dropped dangerously low, and he leaned against the headboard, staring out his window at the brightening sky. Now Hermione pulled out an itinerary, and acting as if she hadn't been through it a hundred times already (In the past 10 minutes alone), she begin to list several minor details that Harry was sure weren't very important.

"Then when everyone's ready, we'll start the music, no, wait that should be after you Harry. Oh Harry, did I mention that you'll be walking down the aisle first with Gin-"

"Ginny? I have to walk down with Ginny? Like looking at her and next to her and everything?" Just the sound of her name caused his heart to race, and his palms to sweat, "Why do I have to see her again?" Harry asked nervously.

Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, pausing her little walk and turning to stare at Harry, who was now very much awake, and giving off the sign that this had become a routine for her she said, "Harry, you can't keep avoiding her. It's been four years since the battle, and this is very childish. She's moved on already, and the only one making this the least bit awkward is you. Besides, this is my wedding day, therefore you must do as I please. Not to mention that you are Ron's best man, and Ginny's my maid of honor. Honestly, have you not been paying attention? I have been over this several times before you know." Now she pulled out a seating chart, channeling her abundant energy into muttering something about Aunt Muriel and her inability to die. "Really now," Hermione muttered, "I've done the research, she most definitely should have died last year when she got that heart attack,"

"But Hermione, we haven't said more then five words to each other since the battle," Harry whined, hoping to make her see sense. He couldn't face her now, it would be too awkward, and Harry still didn't know how to act around her.

"And whose fault is that?" Hermione retorted, and when she was met with silence, she snorted. "I thought so. Look, if you liked her, you should have told her, okay? But I warned you, and you didn't listen. She's made plenty of attempts to talk to you; you just always choose to walk away. In fact, just the other day she came over and asked me if you were angry at her about something," Mrs. Weasley bustled into the room just then, and grabbing Hermione by the arm she ushered her out of Harry's room, leaving him to dwell alone in his thoughts.

"I do!" At the sound of Ron's over enthusiastic words, Harry snapped out of his thoughts and stared at his two best friends. Though they hadn't dated during their six years together at Hogwarts, after the battle had been a completely different story. They couldn't keep away from each other after they had both confessed their love for each other. It was quiet disgusting really. Harry shuddered involuntarily at the memory of walking into the flat the three of them had shared one dark and stormy night to find Ron and Hermione having a bit too much fun in the flat where he had specifically stated that there would be no funny business. He had moved out as quickly as possible (Four days later) into his own flat just a little bit away from the Diagon Alley, Ron and Hermione. They hadn't understood why, but Harry had already decided that he wouldn't be living with the two of them ever again. Living alone had brought its own set of challenges, but Harry had managed well, and he was now living comfortably.

"I do," This time it was the soft and delicate whisper of Hermione Granger (Soon to be Weasley) that brought Harry back to reality. As he stared at his best friend, whose eyes were shining brightly and filled with love, his gaze fell upon the person standing directly beside her, even after forcefully telling himself not to. Ginny was wearing a pale pink strapless dress that hugged her body in just the right places. She looked incredibly fit, as she should have. After all, she was the star chaser for the professional Quidditch team Holyhead Harpies. Harry hadn't been to a single of her games in the past three years knowing that it would result in having to actually converse with her, and he didn't know exactly what he would do then. She did look amazing though. She had grown up a lot since the last time that Harry had studied her too closely. At the moment, her fiery red hair had been twisted up elegantly into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, with a few wavy loose strands bordering her tan and freckled face. Her eyes were still the soft hazel brown that Harry loved, and though her cheek did seem to have just a tad too much blush, Harry brushed it off as excitement. But she didn't look quiet as happy as she should have. Underneath the layer of charm and happiness she portrayed on the outside by the altar, Harry could sense the lingering heartache and despair hidden in her body. He was filled with an urge to go over to her and hug her, even in front of all these people, but of course he didn't, just like always.

Then Ginny stared back at him suddenly, her hazel eyes filled with surprise at the sight of Harry's intense gaze, and he snapped his head back smartly to the sight of Ron and Hermione kissing passionately in front of the wizard conducting the wedding, but he did not think about the couple, instead keeping himself busy in the task of keeping his face from turning bright red. As a roar of applause erupted from the audience, Harry risked one last glance at the girl who had stolen his heart all those years ago. He vowed to himself then that he would spend the next few hours (or years, who knows?) avoiding her, the one person he really needed, but of course he didn't know that yet.

The sun had dipped beneath the horizon hours before, and now Harry sat alone at the small bar, watching all the happy couples go by him, swinging to the music, and laughing with their loved ones. Magical lights drifted through the crowd, providing some light but tonight, the moon was bright enough and it provided a romantic feel to the entire night. Harry had stopped watching out for her (You know who he's talking/thinking about) a few hours ago, getting caught up in the flurry of excitement and drama that had ensued the ceremony. It had been mainly a sobbing Mrs. Weasley and a cranky Aunt Muriel causing the drama but now, the newlyweds were dancing together, heads close, whispering secrets and laughing every now and then. But mostly, they looked happy. In fact, a lot of people there looked happy. He could see Neville twirling around Hannah Abbot just ten yards away (They had gotten married less then a year after the Battle of Hogwarts), and Lavender was talking with her husband Cormac McLaggen. Most everyone that Harry knew had paired off after Hogwarts, even Luna was now married, and was expecting twins in a few months. Even the notorious pranker George had gotten married to his former Quidditch teammate Angelina Jones, now known as Angelina Weasley. But Harry had been single for four years now. No girl ever caught his eye, and though everyone was always asking him when he would settle down, Harry still remained alone. No one in the world felt right for him, and he had a feeling that if his luck didn't change soon, he might end up having to grow old alone, without anyone by his side.

"Two firewhiskies please, hand one to that lovely gentleman sitting right over there," A light and playful voice poked its way into the thoughts of Harry.

He swiveled around rapidly on his bar stool, coming face to face with the one and only Ginny Weasley. She looked gorgeous in the soft light, and her image took Harry's breath away. She had changed since the ceremony, and was now wearing a tight black evening dress that rested high above her knees.

"Gi-Ginny? What are you doing here?" Harry stuttered, feeling blood rush to his face. (No, not there)

"What ever do you mean? This is my brother's wedding you know," She smirked now, sliding into the seat next to him, close enough so that Harry could catch a sniff of her ever so sweet perfume.

"I mean, uh, I meant, that is, what are you doing here? Like next to me?" Harry cursed himself under his breath. After all this time, the first thing he did was question why she was right beside him?

"Well you looked just a tad bit little lonely, so I came to keep you company," Ginny pushed over a small glass of firewhiskey to Harry, and he obliged, downing it in one gulp. Ginny mirrored his movements, signaling the bartender to refill their glasses. Already Harry could feel the effects of the alcohol numbing his mind, and he yearned to jump up and run away, but he couldn't do that at that particular moment, now could he? He had never been a heavy drinker, and even one glass could cause him to become dizzy and disoriented.

"So Harry, what have you been up to?" Ginny questioned him, her creamy hazel eyes peering at him over yet another empty glass, "I know what I've been doing, but I-" She was interrupted by Harry's lips smashing onto hers.

"Wha-" Ginny protested halfheartedly. What was he doing? This had never been part of any plan. He didn't know what had made him do it, but he guessed that it had something to do with the alcohol. But when she talked her soft plump lips seemed to draw him forwards, and he did, as he had wanted to do for so long. She had started to pull away, protesting at first, but when Harry grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, pressing her onto his hard chest, she obliged, and they were soon kissing furiously, Harry's hand running through her silky hair, undoing the rough bun it had been in all day, and Ginny's hands running over Harry's back, dipping beneath his shirt. He didn't know how, but soon the two found themselves stumbling into Harry's small apartment building. They were going fast and furious, desire spelling out each and every kiss. Progressing to the bedroom, the items of clothing that separated them became less and less, and soon, there was nothing to separate them. Harry pushed her onto his bed, looking down on her. She let out a single moan, reaching for his neck to pull Harry closer, and he collapsed onto the bed, with one thought only, of Ginny.

Ginny's POV

When Ginny came to her senses, she was laying naked in a strange bed, with a strange arm wrapped her waist. Slowly, she tilted her head up, and started when she saw Harry's peaceful face.

"Oh Godric! This can not be seriously happening" Ginny cursed as she stared some more at the sleeping Harry. He looked so peaceful, and had a small and knowing smile resting on his face.

Surely she hadn't had sex with him last night, right? Her mind raced as she went through last night's events, and cringed remembering the few drinks she had had, and of coming over to this strange place with Harry. It looked small but cozy, and seemed to have a theme of soft red going around. The bed itself was a dark wood that resembled the beds in the Gryffindor dormitories. There was a small nightstand with only two pictures. One was of Lily and James Potter soon after their wedding, hugging and twirling around in the fall wind. The only other one was of Ginny herself, and she felt her heart melt. It had been taken just the day after the Battle of Hogwarts, right when Harry had managed to bring up one small smile from deep inside her.

Then it hit her like a cold weight, she was going to die. Dread started to fill the endless pit in her stomach, and she tried to wriggle away without waking Harry, but to no avail. Carefully, she tried to lift his arm with hers, but this only made him tighten his firm grip around her, and Ginny cursed. How in the world would she be able to get away? This had been a mistake, and she needed to get away quickly, before anyone found out. Anyone. Once more she quickly lifted his arm and rolled away from the sleeping form. Now came the task of finding her clothes. She picked up her underwear and bra, which were scattered around the room, and quickly putting them she made her way stealthily to the door. There she found her crumbled black evening dress, and she hurriedly put it on, zipping up the back only part way in her hurry. She had just about reached the door when a soft voice stopped her.

"Ginny?" Harry stood a mere five feet away, wearing only knickers, revealing his muscular chest and arms. He had a concerned expression on his face, which didn't help matters at all.

"I think I'll be going now," Ginny whispered, still facing the door and taking another small step toward the front door.

"Don't go," The desperation and plea laced in his voice made her stop for a second time and he continued, "Please, Ginny, let's talk, I know I didn't say anything after the war, but I still cared about you then, just like I do now. I was just a bit confused for a while, but when I was ready, you were too busy to ever talk to, and things got worse and worse... I want to be there for you now, and I hope it's not too late, I just need you to know, I-I-I love you Ginny," Hearing the last four words, Ginny felt her eyes tear up, and she took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry Harry, but I can't do this now, I can't" And she ran toward the door, opening it and stepping outside into the cold, leaving Harry alone.

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A/N: So I hoped you liked it. Please leave a review on your thoughts, or if you noticed any grammatical errors let me know. I will either post a new chapter next week or if I get a good reaction maybe sooner, who knows?

-HP (Dude I just realized that my initials are the same as Harry Potter! Like what now world?)

(Also you know how in Latin the prefix mal means bad? Mal-foy, Malfoy? Yeah okay you guys probably knew that already but I just thought of it, so, yeah)

(Sorry)