Harry stood in front of the magical mirror taking in the sight of his reflection in its green dress robes and black silk shirt underneath. He tried to ignore the mirror saying things such as "Fix your hair boy" and "Your robes are askew." He saw absolutely no point in the mirror complaining about his appearance. He knew bloody well that this was as good as he was going to look all day. He didn't have to try too hard to ignore it because he was feeling as though he was about to die of nerves. In less than an hour, he was going to marry the most beautiful girl in the world. The girl of his dreams who he had only knew a couple years but knew she was the one. Soon, Ginny Weasley would become Mrs. Potter. He still remembered that amazing day. The day that seemed so long ago.

Harry's eyes itched with tiredness as he sat alone in the common room reading Quidditch through the ages for the sixth time. After getting tired of seeing a chaser struck in the head with a bludger for what seemed like the millionth time he finally got bored and shut his book.

He looked up to see that Ginny was entering the room. He realized she was wearing a thin shawl covering what he had dreamed of seeing for so long. His eyes looked her up and down and he saw her smirk at him as he turned away, blushing. Had she seen him checking her out? He had noticed how beautiful Ginny was over the last few summers. How her flaming red hair shone in the sunlight. How her brown eyes gleamed everytime she was overcome with happiness. She wasn't just Ron's little sister anymore she was all grown up. And in this shawl, Harry knew it now more than ever.

Now she stood next to him and just stared down at him. Harry started to feel very uncomfortable. He loved when those eyes that reminded him of Honeydukes chocolate looked at him but when he normally wanted to be in on why she was looking.

"Can I help you with something?" he finally asked.

Ginny lost her cool suddenly blushed. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare."

"It's alright" Harry said chuckling a little. He knew he had to tell her just how beautiful she looked in that shawl that night and how he would love to take her back to her dormitory but not now.

"So what are you doing down here so late anyways?" he asked.

Ginny looked nervous and she blushed again. "I have to tell you something" she said looking down at the floor. "Have you noticed that the last year or so we've started spending more and more time together away from Ron and Hermione?"

Harry laughed. "Yeah. Escpecially concidering once they started snogging they were impossible to live with."

Ginny smiled. "Exactly. And I remember when you and I shared that big bag of chocolate frogs."

Harry cut her off. "And I ate more than half the bag and threw up?" They both shared a laugh at the memory.

"Remember how you laid your head in my lap till your stomach settled?" Ginny asked sounding more than a little hopeful.

"How could I forget?" Harry knew where this was going and his heart was jumping into his throat.

Ginny paused. She knew if she was going to get the courage to confess to Harry, now was the time.

"Well, on that day I realized something. I realized that I had never fully lived until I was there to take care of you, and that I…" She lost her nerve just as soon as she gained it.

Harry took the opportunity of her silence "I think I know what you're trying to say." He took a deep breath knowing he'd have to say this just right. "You mean to say that when I hurled chocolate that you realized we were meant to be?" He stopped and let that mull over in his mind. What the hell was that? He thought. Not exactly the most romantic thing in the world.

Ginny however seemed like those were just the words she wanted to hear. She pulled him up by the hand and led him to her dormitory.

They lay in Ginny's bed three hours later, both sweating, Ginny half-asleep with her head on Harry's chest, Harry breathing heavily. Ginny couldn't have been any happier. She was having the most romantic night of her life and was now listening to Harry's steady heartbeat under his chest, which had been heavily toned from Quidditch. Harry looked down at her, kissed her forehead and whispered softly into her ear.

"I love you Ginny."

She was almost asleep by now. But she had just enough energy to let out the words. "I love you too Harry."