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He would never be mine. No. Never. He's Harry Potter. He was a marked man. The Boy Who Lived….and now he was the Saviour.

I was just plain Ginny Weasley. I was like a salt grain compared to him. The only thing that was even remotely interesting about me was my hair but even that was nothing, especially in a room full of Weasley's. I couldn't ever compare myself to him. I wasn't good enough.

I watched as the reporters swarmed around him. The room was full of so many people and yet I was so alone. I watched as he struggled to answer all the questions directed at him. I knew that he regretted his decision to answer the reporters. Hermione stepped forward and told the reporters to wait their turn. They didn't listen so my brother, Ron stepped in. I laughed inside. It reminded me of the time when Harry couldn't get anyone to shut up at the Quidditch try-outs in my fifth year. The reporters all grew quiet. Harry sighed and looked around the room. He caught my eye and smiled widely at me. I couldn't bring myself to smile back at him. Instead I turned around and walked out of the room.

I knew that it wasn't Harry's fault. He didn't really have much choice in all of this. Once the reporters decided they wanted something, they would stop at nothing to get it and poor Harry was just what they wanted. I heard footsteps behind me and then a familiar voice.

"Ginny, what wrong?" I sighed and turned around to face him.

"Nothing. What makes you think that there's something wrong?"

"Ginny, you-"

"You shouldn't really keep the reporters waiting, you know," I said, bluntly before walking off. I didn't get very far until Harry grabbed my arm.

"Look I'm sorry about all of this. I just thought that maybe if I get this done now then I won't have to deal with it later," he said, holding onto my hand. I smiled.

"It's fine. I understand."

"No, you're not fine. You may understand but you don't like it. I can see it in your face, Ginny. You can't lie to me." I didn't say anything. Instead I stood there staring at my feet, my hair falling around my face.

"I guess I'm not really as strong as everyone says I am…I can be fragile as well, Harry. It's just … Ever since you defeated Vo-Voldemort I haven't exactly had chance to talk to you properly. Every we go, whatever we do you're attacked by fans or reporters and I realised that it will always be like this and-"

"You don't think you'll be able to live like this?" Harry said, quietly. I looked up at him properly, shocked that he would say that.

"No! No, Harry … I'm just afraid that I won't ever be good enough for you. You're the boy-who-lived-died-and-lived-again and I'm just Ginny." Harry chuckled slightly. I frowned.

"What's so funny?"

"When I first met Hagrid, that's exactly what I said to him when he told me I was a wizard. I said 'but I'm just Harry.'"

"Oh."

"You're not 'just' Ginny. You're 'my' Ginny. And don't ever doubt yourself. If anyone should doubt themselves it's me. I carry … too much baggage to be with someone like you-"

"None of it's your fault. We all come with some sort of baggage and the other just has to deal with it."

"Then you're point was never really futile was it, Ginny?" he asked, smirking slightly. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I love you, Harry but if you ever feel like-" Harry reached up to place a finger on my lips.

"You'll always be the one for me, Ginny. Always. However, if I'm-"

"Don't you dare turn this around, Potter," I threatened. Harry smiled as I placed my lips on his. There was a flash and we broke apart, looking around to see Rita Skeeter stood there smirking.

"The Chosen One's chosen one… Perfect!" she said, before walking off. Harry and I looked at each other before bursting out into peels of laughter.