Chapter 4 Thinking and Talking and Deals, oh my!

Harry sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Ginny to get back from the bathroom, where she was getting ready for bed. Meanwhile, he thought about the last couple of days and the events which had taken place during them.

The world thought they were married, including her family. Then, he realized that at the moment several different emotions were coursing through him.

The first was nervousness. In reality he was getting married in a few days. Even though they weren't in love, he was going to treat her as best he could. There would soon be a Mrs. Harry Potter and he couldn't help but have butterflies in his stomach.

Then there was bewilderment as to why Ginny would go along with it all. Surely she had her own life that she would rather live. Along with his feeling was a tiny hint of worry. What if he ruined her life? She would be stuck with him and never get her own life.

However, there was a strange feeling he couldn't place. It started whenever she was around him and it drove him crazy. Once it had started, he felt horrible when it was gone.

He shook his head to clear the thoughts, but instead he went back to his bewilderment stage. He wanted to know why she was doing this for him. Putting her life aside; for him. He couldn't let her do this; he knew what he was going to do.

Moments after coming to this conclusion, Ginny walked into the room.

"Ginny." He spoke.

"Yes?"

"We need to talk."

"Oh. No. That's never good." Ginny teased.

"Yeah. I think we should see other people." Harry muttered, playing along. Ginny stood still for a minute with a look of confusion on her face.

"Are you serious?" She asked, her voice cracking out. Harry burst with laughter.

"Ginny, I was kidding."

"Oh." She smiled gently. "Anyway, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well," He started. "I'm thinking that maybe we should think a little more about this whole getting married thing."

"Why?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny, I don't want you to ruin your life by helping me." Harry sighed.

"Harry, I decided that I would do this, you didn't force me."

"I know, but still. Don't you have your own life you want to live, right now?" He asked uncertain.

"My friends and family are my life, and you certainly belong in both of those categories. If marrying you saves your good name and makes you happy, then I have no doubt in my mind that this is what I want to do." Ginny squared her jaw, a mannerism Harry had grown accustomed to seeing when Ginny was set in her mind. However, he decided to keep trying.

"What about a husband?"

"I'm marrying you; and, for now, that's good enough." Ginny took his hand in hers.

"What about later on, when you find out I'm not enough?" Harry frowned, but for some reason, unknown to him, he didn't let go of her hand.

"I'll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it, won't I? Now the real question is, are you sure you want me as your wife?" A second after she had asked the question she drew her breath in, anticipating and dreading the response.

"Of, course. Who wouldn't want you to be their wife?" Harry answered almost immediately. The breath Ginny had been holding slowly whistled in between her lips as it passed through.

"That's sweet, Harry." Ginny whispered.

"Now I think we should go to bed." Harry decided to ignore Ginny's last comment, as it confused him.

"Alright." Ginny felt the blood rushing to her face, and hoped Harry couldn't see it. He, however, turned to the bed and climbed into it from one side. When Ginny didn't make a move towards her side, he patted the mattress welcoming. Slowly, she made her way over, and slid into the cover, trying to keep as close to the edge and away from Harry as possible.

"Goodnight, Gin." His voice bounced off the walls, and she realized he had his back to her. After what seemed like hours she heard his steady breathing and knew he was asleep, a few minutes later she drifted into her own darkness.

Harry slowly woke the next morning to the sun flashing in his face. He went to turn away from it and as he did, he felt his left side weigh heavier than the other. Confused, he opened his eyes and looked down, he jumped as he saw the red hair fanning across his chest, and realized that Ginny's head was lying on his side. Due to the grogginess that usually follows sleeping, Harry had to think for a moment as to why she was in his bed. Soon he remembered the events of the previous day and sighed. She looked so peaceful on his chest, as though she didn't have a care in the world, that he couldn't bring himself to wake her up.

Once again, he found himself going over the situation he had gotten into. Ginny had flat out refused to take back her offer, but he still felt uneasy about what could happen to her. Finally, he came up with a plan that she would probably accept and would benefit them both. With this plan formed he sighed in relief; the vibration in his chest shook Ginny out of her slumber. She opened her eyes slowly; obviously confused just as Harry had been when he had woken. He watched as realization dawned across her face and she shot up in bed faster than a hippogriff stung by a bee.

"Harry." She squeaked.

"Yes, Gin?" He replied in an amused tone.

"Was I just lying on your chest?" Her head turned and her eyes, filled with fear and embarrassment, caught his.

"Yes, I believe you were." He smirked.

"Oh." Was all she could bring herself to say.

"I've been told I make a great pillow." Harry joked. Ginny looked at him in confusion at first and then caught on to what he was doing.

"Oh, you have? And just how many girls have been laying their heads on your chest mister?" She mocked sternness.

"Tons." He nodded to emphasis the truth in the statement.

"Well, I was not aware of this when I agreed to marry you. I may just have to take back my answer." She shrugged as if to say it made no difference to her whether she married him or not.

Harry didn't respond with another cheeky comment; instead his face grew serious and he took her hand in his.

"Ginny that reminds me. While you were sleeping I thought about some things and I came up with an idea I think you'll like."

"Well what is it?" Ginny questioned.

"What would you say if we made an agreement that a year after we got married, we would reevaluate the situation, and if you're ready to move on with your life then we can get a divorce, and everyone will just think our marriage didn't work, or you can stay married to me until you feel you want to leave anytime after that?" Harry spoke rather fast and Ginny had to keep from thinking so that she could hear everything.

"I like that." Ginny said firmly after a minute or so.

"Really? So we can make a deal?" Harry asked.

"Yes. We seem to be making a lot of deals lately." Ginny laughed.

"Yeah and I seem to be making out with the better side on both." Harry thought to himself.