Disclaimer: The plot is original and it is that of my creation. All other characters, settings, and whatnot are that of Jo Rowling and the Warner Bros.

Chapter One

Harry put his arm around Ginny's shoulder as she leaned on him softly. The two sat on the swinging bench that was located outside of the Burrow. This wasn't anything new to them. Every night after supper, the two would sit outside and talk with each other. They had been dating since Harry's sixth year, and now that Ginny was twenty-one, they had begun to start thinking about their future together.

"D'you think we should get married?" Harry asked her, suddenly, stroking her hair.

As old as Ginny was, she still had the eyes of a child. With her creamy brown eyes staring up at Harry's she asked, "Why do you ask?"

He sighed. "I dunno. Ron and Hermione have been married for two years now. And we've been going out much longer than they have… I just feel like we're behind them."

"It's Hermione, Harry," Ginny laughed. "You'll always be behind her, no matter what you do."

He chuckled as well and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "You know I love you, Gin, right?"

"Of course I know that," she responded. "And I certainly hope that you know I love you, as well."

Harry chuckled again. "Listen to us, prattling on like we have a fluffy romance of some sort."

"Well… we do have a bit of a fluffy romance, now that I think about it."

"How so?"

"There's no Voldemort any longer and the Death Eaters are all kept away from you. We've got nothing to harm our relationship. And… there's the fact that we're both still virgins," she added, blushing.

"Listen, Gin, can I ask you something?" Harry inquired.

She nodded.

Reaching into his pants pocket, Harry pulled out a small jewelry box. He opened it and showed Ginny a small ring with an emerald in the shape of a heart. "I want to get pre-engaged, Gin. I know neither of us are quite ready for marriage or anything like that. It's more of a promise ring. If you want to promise yourself to me, that is…" he trailed off.

Ginny held the small ring in her tiny hand and looked at it closely. "Pre-engaged? Are you serious?"

"I said it, didn't I?"

She sighed. "Oh, Harry, of course I will!" Ginny exclaimed. Slipping the ring onto her finger, Harry kissed her on the lips. His arms slid around her waist as the two sat kissing for a few minutes.

Ginny pulled back, after kissing a bit more. "Now then, Harry," she reprimanded, jokingly, "save that for the wedding night."

Ginny sat on a cold stone bench outside of the reception hall. There was no need for her to be in there. They didn't even want her there. No one ever talked to her anymore and when they did, all they did was either reprimand or condescend her. Suddenly, the sound of heels clicking came from the reception hall.

"Ginny?" asked a voice. Hermione came walking quickly out of the reception hall. Both of the grown women wore long black dress robes. Hermione's stomach was full and round, seeing as how she was seven months pregnant. The older woman's face was sympathetic, but Ginny could tell that Hermione was annoyed with her all the same. "Why aren't you in there? We wanted you to say something, in his honor. We're going to do a toast to him."

"A toast?" Ginny scoffed. "Oh, that's rich. You're going to toast him when he didn't bloody do anything?"

"Gin, please," Hermione replied, sitting down next to her. "I know you're angry—"

"More like furious."

"—at him, but you could at least take the time to say good-bye. Ginny, I know how this is. If you don't say good-bye now, it's going to kill you emotionally. It won't right away of course, but I know all about this. People come into St. Mungo's to see me all the time about their horrible guilt pangs. These people have sometimes killed themselves, Ginny. Do you want to die?"

"It'd certainly be better than living in the hell we're all experiencing," she retorted. "Please, Hermione, I don't need to be patronized by a pregnant woman. I'm quite fine just sitting here. Personally, I'm glad that Harry bloody Potter is finally dead."

Another pounding of footsteps came and Ron appeared by Hermione's side. "Hermione, they want you in there for—Ginny! You're here?"

"Surprised, Ron?"

"Yeah," he sputtered, "I thought you were… wow. D'you want to come in, have a drink or anything? We're going to toast Harry in a few minutes. Maybe you'd like to say a few words in his honor? I mean, you knew him almost better than the rest of us. You really loved him, Ginny."

"And notice how loved is past-tense," Ginny pointed out. She pushed her long red curls out of her face. "I really don't feel like talking about him in front of loads of people. It's likely I'll say something quite regrettable and then you lot really will hate me."

Hermione sighed, annoyed, and turned around to walk away with Ron. She put her hand on her head suddenly and muttered, "Ohh… too fast…" Ron helped her back into the reception hall. Ginny continued to sit outside on the bench.

Suddenly, the doors to the building opened and two men walked in. One was tall and blonde and the other was tall and had dark brown hair. Both were smiling and laughing. At the sight of seeing Ginny sitting on her own, the blonde man approached her.

"Weasley?" he asked, surprised.

"Oh please," she scoffed, "who isn't a Weasley nowadays?"

Both men laughed. "It is her. Ginny, was it?" the brown haired man inquired.

Ginny nodded. "Oh… " she sighed, when she realized who exactly it was that she was talking to. "I can't believe you two showed up here. What are you going to do, spit on his corpse?"

"Spit on it?" the blonde man laughed. "Oh, I was just going to foxtrot on it with Blaise. But now that you bring up the opportunity of spitting… I don't think it'd be a bad idea."

The young woman could barely stop herself from laughing at the two Slytherins. "So why are you really here?"

The blonde man shrugged. "We thought we owed him the respect, if you understand. We felt badly about the whole ordeal. I mean, the boy's still a ponce and we still hate him, but after all that he went through. Mainly, we came out of pity…"

"And to see if Granger's really pregnant!" Blaise added, grinning.

"That she is," Ginny replied. "Seven months pregnant."

"So Granger and Weasley—er—the stupid Weasley are reproducing?" the blonde man checked.

"Yes, Draco, we've already established that."

"That's disgusting," Draco responded.

"Malfoy?" asked a voice. Suddenly, Ron came stomping out of the reception hall. "I don't care about the fact that you helped us back then. I still hate you and you and your stupid Slytherin friends can just leave—now."

Blaise and Malfoy shrugged, and started to walk out of the front door. Suddenly, Ginny got up and followed them out of the door.

"Ginny!" Ron shouted. "No, you are not going with them. If you go with them, you can forget about staying with Mum for the week."

Ginny just stared at Ron and then ran off to join Blaise and Malfoy.