Ginny:

"Ginny… Ginny…" Harry was mumbling in my ear.

"What?" I said, slightly annoyed. I didn't want to get up.

Then the events of last night hit me. We… we…

"Bloody hell." I said.

"I know, right." Harry said. I turned so that I was facing him. His black hair was messy, as always, and he had one of his adorable lopsided grins on his face. And before I could stop myself, I giggled.

"What are you giggling at?" Harry asked, his voice playful, and his grin turning into a full on smile.

"Nothing. I'm just… happy." I finally said between giggles. Now, I'm not normally the giggling type, but I just couldn't help myself. I was happy. For the first time, in a long time, I was happy.

"Me too. Ginny, there's something that I need to tell you." Harry said, seriously.

"What?" I asked, concerned. I waited for the 'I can't be with you' or the various other ways to say basically the same exact thing.

But it never came, instead Harry said, "I love you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you and have children with you."

My breath got stuck in my throat. "What did you just say?"

"I said-"

"I heard what you said!" I snapped. It was just too much. "Don't get me wrong and everything, I love you, but-"

Harry's face dropped. "But you don't want to be with me."

"Harry! You didn't let me finish! Of course I want to go out with you! But, for now, that all I want to-"

"So you don't want to get married and have kids? I thought that that was what you wanted."

"I-" I couldn't tell him. I knew the thing he wanted the most was to have a family, but I wasn't sure that I could give him that. I didn't want to have kids, at least not anytime in the next 9 years. I was only 16! "Harry, if I tell you something, you have to promise to never repeat it to another person, ever."

"Okay, I won't." Harry said hesitantly.

"It's just that if my parents found out, it would break their heart, and if my brothers found out, they would tease me for the rest of my life." I explained.

"Okay."

"I'm… scaredtohavekids." I managed to mumble out.

"What did you say?" Harry asked.

"I'm scared… to have… kids. I just can't do it,-" I saw Harry's face drop again, so I finished, "-at least not for like eight or nine years."

Harry looked down. I broke his heart.

"Harry-"

"No, it's okay. I should go." He said, getting up and started to pick up his clothes from around the room and started to put them on.

"No, Harry, it's just that… I'm only 16."

"Yes, I know that."

"Did you really expect me to just say that I'd just drop everything and marry you and have kids! If you honestly thought that, than you really don't know me very well! I'm only 16! I haven't even graduated school yet! I want to have a career, play quidditch! And I can't do that if I'm pregnant!" I was beyond angry. I was infuriated. "In eight years, I'll be 24, you'll be 25, and I'll probably be done with quidditch or only play for one more year, if I manage to get on a team!"

"No, I get it. I just- I should go." Harry said, not meeting my eyes, and left the room.

He left me. He left me again, just because I was afraid.