Love
A/N: Hey, I have decided to try my hand at romance, again. Not too good, but let me know what you think! Read and Review!
I remember when he first walked through that door. It was him, Ron, Fred, and George. At first I was furious, all yelling and screaming. Then I calmed down. After a time, my little Ginny came down, looking for her jumper. When she noticed him, she blushed and ran up the steps, if my memory serves me correctly.
In his fifth year, he and Ginny became friends. Over the summer after his fifth year, she was the only one able to make him smile. Once he even laughed. That hope, love, and courage came back to his eyes every once in a while when he was around her.
It was November that year by the time I realized it. They were in love. Not that intense love, like they have, but a quiet type, an always there for each other type. I laughed out loud when I realized that they would take even longer than they had to admit it. My husband stared at me when I began laughing, then I told him and he laughed too.
He was twenty-two by the time he asked her out. Okay, it was lunch at a café to cath up on each other's lives because they had not seen each other in years. He was recently out of auror training, and she was a healer at St. Mungo's and always busy. After that they met more and more, every other Friday, every Friday, than almost every night! Finally, after almost a year, he asked her out. Five months later she moved in with him. A year later he finally proposed. Six months later she became Ginerva Molly Potter.
They bought a small cottage out in the woods in Scotland. Four years later Ginny gave birth to a baby girl, Lillian Petunia Molly Potter. Yes, you read correctly, Petunia, as in she was named after Petunia Dursley. In his seventh year she apologized to him.
Currently, Harry is the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, and Ginny has taken Madame Pomfrey's place as Hogwarts's healer. Not-so-little-anymore-Lillian is married, has four children, and lives in America. Her husband? You would never believe it, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy's son. Well that is all I can really say about that. So, good-bye.