Harry burst through the Floo in the Burrow's kitchen. "Ginny," he called, looking left and right.

"Harry, what is going on? Ginny burst in here, then rushed outside. Ron Flooed over to Luna's. Is everything all right?" asked Molly worriedly.

"It's fine, Mrs Weasley, or at least, it will be," said Harry, running from the kitchen to the back door. Knowing Ginny, she was down at the family pitch.

Harry was grateful he knew the way without thinking, for it was getting darker, and his mind was all on Ginny. His eyes soon grew accustomed to the dark and, sure enough, he could make out her slim figure flying. "Ginny!" he called.

She slowed, then hovered. He could feel her uncertainty. "Please," he implored, "come down."

She flew down slowly; he wished he could see her face. She landed and after a second of hesitation, she came towards him,

He opened his mouth to speak, not even sure where to begin, but she blurted out, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" He was confused.

"I'm a terrible friend. When I thought you and...she were together, I should have been happy for you, supported you," she said, ashamed.

"Why weren't you?" asked Harry.

Ginny shook her head, walking around him in circles. "She just came out of nowhere, all smart and pretty and witty. And I could see that you liked her, I mean, what's not to like? She gave you that amazing present; Viktor Krum personally signed that book and everything. Plus the broom care kit. I had one for you too, you know. You're getting it for Christmas now. She met your parents, and you met hers. Then she was supposed to leave, but hey, guess what, she decided to stay," she laughed bitterly.

"I don't think-" began Harry, but Ginny continued her rant.

"And she was so nice, even though I decided I hated her, especially when she was asking me about you being a boyfriend. She liked your hair, she can even make you a treacle tart, because, guess what, she took a bloody cooking course," cried Ginny, getting more and more worked up.

"Ginny," sighed Harry. But she wasn't done yet.

"And at Luna's I decided I was going to be a real friend, a true friend, and tell you how happy I was for you...but it would have been a lie. You don't belong with her, Harry. You just don't," she cried, feeling the tears threaten.

"I know that, Ginny," he said quietly.

She stopped and looked at him, for the first time looking him in the eye. "I-" she gulped nervously. "I was jealous."

"You have no reason to be," he said, truthfully. No one else could possibly mean as much to him as she did. She'd won his heart years ago, it just took his brain a little bit of time to catch up.

"She will never know you like I know you," she whispered.

"I know," he agreed softly. "Nobody could. I've given you everything of me," he admitted.

"Not everything," she said, shaking her head.

"Yes," he insisted. "You have all of me." She always had.

She bowed her head, then lifted it, her eyes blazing harder than he'd ever seen. "I want more," she admitted. "Your passion, your heart... your b-body," she said.

"Then take it," he dared.

She stepped forward, as close as she could possibly be. They could feel each other's body heat, could practically feel each other's hearts beating faster.

"Harry," she breathed, and stepped forward to place her lips on his.

Finally.

Their lips fit together perfectly, and after their first soft kiss, as she went to step back, he placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place.

She slid her arms around his waist as he deepened the kiss. She didn't know if it was her or him, but one of them moaned. It was an intoxicating sound, and all of a sudden, kissing wasn't enough.

"Merlin, why haven't we been doing this for years," she said breathlessly, as his lips found her earlobe and was enjoyably working his way down her neck.

"We will be doing this for years," amended Harry, reluctantly leaving her neck to return to her lips.

"You bet your sweet arse, we will," she said, cupping said area. He chuckled, but then grew serious.

"It's always been you, Ginny. You're my past, my present, my future. I don't even see other witches like that. I only see you." He brushed her hair behind her ear. "You've always had my heart."

"For me, too," she said softly, happily running her fingers through his hair, then down his cheek. "I only see you."

The two continued kissing for several more minutes, when they heard someone coming. "Harry? Harry, did you catch Ginny? Is she with you?" called Arthur Weasley.

They broke apart, and Harry smiled lovingly down at Ginny. "Yeah, Mr Weasley, and I'm never letting her go," he called.

"Oh. Oh, well, carry on then," said an amused Arthur. He couldn't wait to tell Molly of this latest development. She'd hoped for Harry and Ginny to become aware of their feelings for a long time now.

"You heard my dad," grinned Ginny, looping her arms around his neck. "Carry on," she ordered.

And carry on, they did.

/*/*/*/*

Two years Later , St Mungo's -

"Mr Potter?"

"Yes?" responded James, Caleb and Harry, looking up at the nurse.

"Mr Harry Potter?" clarified the nurse.

"Yes," said Harry, as James and Caleb chuckled together.

"Your wife wanted me to let you know that it shouldn't be too much longer," she said, and left them.

"Thanks for staying and keeping me company," Harry said to his dad and brother. "Arthur was getting a bit too anxious, and I didn't know how to distract him."

"It's a good thing my fiancée thought to bring him that book about planes, then, isn't it," quipped Caleb.

They all looked over to see Arthur immersed in the book, nervously looking up when someone walked near. He greeted the two familiar figures walking passed him towards the men.

"Any news yet?" asked Lily and Hermione, coming down the hall.

"Ginny said not too much longer," said Harry cheerfully.

"How did the shopping go?" asked James.

"Good. Both my mum and Lily found dresses for the wedding," said Hermione happily, "and we found one we think Ginny will like."

Caleb and Hermione's wedding was set for June 30, in two months time. The eleven o'clock ceremony was being performed in Hermione's local church, close to her parent's home, for the immediate family and her Muggle relatives. Then there would be an afternoon celebration on the grounds of Potter Manor for all their magical friends.

A noise made them all look up. Ron and Ginny came towards them, stopping to see their dad. Harry hurried to Ginny's side, and stayed there as she and Ron came to the Potters.

"Twins," said a dazed Ron. "Can you believe it, we had no idea!" He looked down in his arms at his son. "Rigel Arthur," he presented shakily. "Isn't he beautiful?"

"And this is Phoebe," announced Ginny, her eyes shiny with tears of joy.

"Phoebe Ginevra," corrected Ron. "My daughter."

"Congratulations," cried James and Lily, coming to look at the babies. Harry put his arm around Ginny, peering down at his new niece, nestled in Ginny's arms.

Hermione saw the look of longing on his face. Ginny and Harry both wanted a large family and she suspected they'd begin trying after Harry's World Cup duties were over and he had time off.

"How's Luna?" asked Caleb, cooing over the baby in Ron's arms.

"Bloody amazing," sighed Ron, happily. His life had changed for the better after the night of Luna's dinner party. He and Luna had eloped weeks after that night, and the birth of their babies only made him love her more.

"I like the names," said Hermione, taking Phoebe from Ginny. "Rigel means the brightest star in the constellation of Orion, while Phoebe is named for the moon of Saturn."

"Just like Luna's mum," nodded Ron. "We considered Pandora, but Luna wanted our daughter to be a star in her own right. Still, it was close enough to honour her mum."

"It's beautiful, Ron," agreed Arthur.

"Mum's still with Luna," Ron told Arthur. "She was really glad to have Mum and Ginny with her during the labour."

"You should probably get the babies back to her. We'll start letting the family know," said Ginny, kissing Rigel on his forehead.

Ron nodded, taking Phoebe back from Hermione while Arthur took Rigel back from James, who had had a cuddle after Caleb. Ron thanked them for being there, and they returned to Luna's room.

"Blimey, I think I wouldn't mind one of them," said James, unexpectedly.

"Well, don't look at me," said Lily, immediately.

James chuckled. "Not another child...a grandchild," he explained.

"Well, don't look at me," said Hermione, repeating her future mother-in-law's words. "We've decided to wait a couple of years after the wedding before we start to think about children." Caleb nodded in agreement. They were both enjoying success in their careers.

"Well, don't look at us just yet," quipped Harry. He looked at his wife. "Right, Gin?"

Only Ginny didn't say anything. "Gin?" he repeated, his heart beating faster.

She flushed. "I don't know...I mean, I haven't taken a test yet. I might be," she whispered, looking at Harry.

"Really?" he asked hopefully. She nodded.

"We're at St Mungo's," noted James eagerly. "I'm sure someone could do a test on you."

"Someone's keen," said Caleb, looking amused at his dad. "What about you, Mum? Ready to be called Granny Potter?"

"Grandma...or maybe Nana," corrected Lily. She looked at Harry and Ginny. "James is right, we're in the best place to get a quick diagnosis."

Ginny nodded. "I want to know," she decided.

"We'll head for home, dears," said Lily, coming over and hugging them both. "You'll let us know, won't you."

"We will, Mum," said an excited Harry, and he and Ginny departed. The others Flooed back to Potter manor.

"Well, how exciting," said Lily, trying not to get her hopes up.

"I am going to be the best grandpa ever," boasted James.

"Now James, we don't even know if Ginny's pregnant," scoffed Lily.

Hermione gasped. "The ice cream! She said she didn't want any ice cream when we met for lunch last week."

"Didn't you tell me she had felt ill that morning?" asked Caleb.

Hermione nodded, and the mood in the room was all giddy and hopeful.

The Floo flared and they all looked eagerly to see if it was Harry and Ginny. To their dismay it was only Sirius. They groaned.

"Well, I was expecting a bit more of a welcome than that," said Sirius. "You'll all be happy to know Serena and I – ."

"Who?" they all asked.

"Oh, you mean that skanky witch," guessed James.

"Did you just call my – ," began Sirius, when the Floo flared again. This time it was Harry and Ginny.

"We're pregnant," announced Harry excitedly, and they all cheered, Sirius and skanky witch forgotten.

"My mum's going to be ecstatic," said Ginny, beaming. "We're going to Floo over there later."

"I'm going to be a grandpa!" cried James triumphantly, hugging his son and daughter-in-law, and they all laughed.

There was more talks and planning. Ginny assured Hermione she could still be her bridesmaid and she would still travel to Spain with Harry for the World Cup in July.

After awhile, Harry and Ginny left to return to the little home in Godric's Hollow. Hermione and Caleb followed their leaving, to return to their home in the city. They had moved to number twelve, Grimmauld Place after their engagement and while Sirius was travelling with Serena. He assured the couple he'd stay at Potter Manor with his old friends till he made further plans.

So now it was simply James, Sirius and Lily left. "Blimey, Prongs, a grandpa – you!" teased Sirius.

"I know," grinned James. "I'm going to be the best grandpa ever, even better than Arthur." He frowned. "Although he does have a head start on me. Lil," he called, "how many grandkids does Arthur have now?"

Lily popped her head out of the kitchen. "Well, with the twins today, five."

Bill and Fleur had two girls and Percy and Audrey had one.

"Damn. We'll never catch up. Say, what do you think the chances are Ginny will have twins?"

Sirius sniggered. "She's a Weasley, isn't she? So I'd say pretty good. Merlin, can you imagine young Harry as a father of twins?"

"It's not a competition, James," protested Lily. "You should be asking Arthur for advice. And Sirius, Harry is going to make a wonderful father, both my sons will. After all, they learnt from the best." Smiling at her husband, she kissed his forehead and returned to the kitchen to have a little cry of happiness. She was going to be a grandmother!

James smirked at Sirius. "What?" asked Sirius, defensively. "I did my baby time. Walking the halls with a crying baby at two and three in the morning. Dirty nappies, drooling kids that pulled your fur."

"Who?" demanded James.

"Your two. Caleb was so colicky when he was little, I don't know how many nights I heard you and Lil up with him, interrupting my sleep," he grinned. "Harry was the drooler."

James patted his oldest friend on the shoulder. "Yeah, I remember. Harry loved his Padfoot."

"Well, I am pretty loveable, ask Serena," boasted Sirius. He brightened. "Hey, if I'm Harry's godfather, does that mean I'll be his baby's great godfather?"

"I don't think it works like that, Pads," chuckled James.

"I am a great godfather," realised Sirius.

"Hey, wanna go buy the baby a present? It'll be his or hers first," said James. "We'll get in before Arthur and Molly."

"What would we get if we don't know if it's a boy or a girl?" wondered Sirius. He and James looked at each other.

"Something Gryffindor," they said in unison.

"Lil, we're going shopping for the baby. Want to come?" called James.

Sirius snorted. "Does a witch want to come shopping?" he asked rhetorically.

"Shopping for the baby?" asked Lily, popping her head out yet again, her eyes suspiciously red.

"Aw, is granny Potter having a cry over the new baby," teased Sirius.

Lily smiled dangerously and waved her wand. Sirius grabbed his nose and cried out.

"Do you have a thing for noses?" asked James, rubbing his own in consolation.

"Just a little hex I learned from my daughter-in-law," she boasted. "Now, what are we going to get our future grandchild? I was thinking something Gryffindor. A stuffed lion, or something."

"Great idea, Lil," said Sirius, once the bat bogeys had gone. He rubbed his nose delicately. "I hope the baby gets my good looks," he taunted.

"I don't think it works like that, Sirius," chuckled Lily.

"I am Harry's god father," he reminded her.

She nodded. "Then you can pay for the present."

Sirius sighed. "Fine. Oh, how about I firecall Serena, have her meet us in Diagon Alley?"

"Who?" asked James and Lily.

"Serena," sighed Sirius, as they prepared to Floo to Diagon Alley. "Oh, did I mention she's my wife. We married in Ibiza." With that bombshell, he Flooed to the shopping district.

"Oh, brother," sighed James, as he and Lily looked at each other in surprise.

Lily chuckled, and they followed their dear friend to Diagon Alley, to buy their first grandchild a present and to meet the new Mrs Black.