Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the awesome J.K. Rowling owns the whole thing. I just own the plot. So don't sue me. *Begs on knees.*

Ginny Weasley Potter, the most beautiful thing in the world. The most beautiful name in the world. A woman who could take care of herself but still lean on him. A hotheaded sexy red head and a sexy mother. A wonderful Chaser and Seeker. And she was all his.

She was his wife. His Gin.

Harry Potter was a very lucky man. He thanked God everyday for his wife and family, that they where save and out of harms way.

After the war, after Dumbledore's office, Harry went to find Ginny, when he found her, near her mum, he came right up to her and kissed her with all the love and passion he held in. Tears ran down her cheeks as she kissed him back. Of course all the people in the Great Hall watched, but Harry didn't really care. He held the most beautiful woman in the world in his arms.

And on their wedding day. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. She wore a muggle wedding dress, saying she wanted to honor his mother. Which made him teary eyed. They made up their own vows. He made her cry with his and him with hers.

And when she gave birth to James, even when she said, "If you ever, ever try and have sex with me I'll bloody kill you, Harry James Potter!" she was just glowing. And how she looked at James, with a new found mothers love. Merlin he loved that woman.

"What are you thinking about Harry?" Ginny asked when she came into his home office. He smiled at his lovely wife.

"Thinking about how lucky I am to have someone like you to put up with me." He said. She laughed.

"It is a rough job, but," She said before kissing him lovingly. When she pulled away she said, "its one of the best jobs, just like being a mum."

That made a smile come to Harry's face. He knew that Ginny loved their children so much. She always said it was a great job, but sometimes the co workers breakout into fights. (Albus and James.) and one is a little red headed hothead, (Lily) But she wouldn't have any other children, even if she could. Harry had to agree with her there.

Harry kissed his wife once more. "I love you." He said to her.

She kissed his scar, sending a shiver down his spine.

"I love you too." She said.

ONE SHOT.