Harry rocked impatiently from his heels to the balls of his feet, and when Molly opened the door a moment later, he practically leapt into her arms. Arthur came down right after her, paternally patting his back. Molly gripped Harry's arm, urging him to follow her to the living room. It was then his stomach turned a bit, anticipating the embrace of the person he was most anxious to see. She apparently was on the exact same page, as he had no sooner walked into the room than were her arms flung around his shoulders and her lips pressed hotly on his.

"And...breathe!" said George, and neither of them directly acknowledged him, although they broke their kiss. Ginny rested her head upon Harry's shoulder and he ran his fingers through her hair. Harry knew that he was smiling like a fool, but he didn't particularly care, as for the first time in over two months Ginny was back in his arms.

"Oi! You have the rest of your lives for your romance-y stuff; there are other people here who'd like to say hello," George teased. Ginny scowled at him, but stepped aside regardless, and George hugged Harry forcefully, the rest of the present family members following in turn.

"What's Ron up to? I reminded him only yesterday that I was coming back today," he asked no one in particular, and a profound silence followed.

"What?" he enquired.

"You're gonna want to sit down for this," Ginny said.

"What? Why? Is he okay? Is he safe?" Harry began to hyperventilate. He couldn't lose Ron. They were going to become Aurors, help reform the Ministry, really, truly, help people.

"Depends on your definition of safe," George muttered, and Molly scolded him harshly.

"Fair point," Ginny added.

"Come again?" Harry asked, taking a seat on the couch.

"Maybe it's best you children do this yourselves," Arthur said, a tinge of anxiety in his tone, and laid his hand on Molly's back, leading her from the room then shutting the door behind them. Hermione sat down next to Harry, her hands clasped together in her lap. A tense silence ensued, neither Ginny, Hermione, nor George sure how to explain the situation.

"Perhaps it would be best just to show you the tapestry..." Hermione offered reluctantly.

"Ron's getting married?" Harry exclaimed.

"Oh, that's not even the surprising part," George declared.

"What do you mean that's not surprising? I don't know about you, but I didn't know Ron had a girlfriend!"

"To be fair, he didn't," Ginny conceded, half serious. Harry looked at her in confusion for a moment, then realised what she meant.

"Ron is gay?" he barked, turning to look back at Hermione again. "Did you know about this?"

"I wouldn't say I knew, but he- he'd mentioned the possibility..."

"Was I really that absorbed in fighting Voldemort that I missed a memo like that about one of my best friends?"

"He'd didn't send one, Harry," Ginny remarked. "We all just found out this morning."

"Afternoon, actually," George contradicted.

"Barely," reprimanded Hermione. He teasingly stuck out his tongue at her. As she rolled her eyes, she saw Harry's face was still contorted in confusion.

"Go see for yourself," she gestured him towards the wall bearing the tapestry. Harry grumbled playfully as he rose from the couch, pinching Ginny at the waist on his way across the room. She went over with him, standing in front of him so that his arms were wrapped around her stomach and his chin rested on her shoulder. After a couple minutes of looking, his breathing thinned. When he spoke again, his voice was dry and quiet.

"You're joking."

Ginny shook her head. "Old magic doesn't lie."

"Neither does walking in on a good snogging," said George impulsively.

"Have a habit of that, do you?" Harry teased, and after a short laugh the room returned to its former calm.

"There are worse men out there than Draco," Harry, somewhat weakly, eventually opined, before laying back on the couch and ignoring George and Hermione as they began speaking. Ginny lay parallel to him, her body overlapping with his, and they lay in silence for the majority of the afternoon and evening.