Howdy! Welcome back, dear friends. I hope you are liking the story. :3 Thank you so much for the reviews, follows, favorites, and even the couple of PM's that I received! All of you rock. Your support is awesome. I write for you guys, and it really helps when I know you're enjoying.

So a warning to the reader… This chapter is incredibly fluffy. I know a lot of you like this story because of the fluff, but just in case there's the spare fan out there that doesn't enjoy fluff, this chapter may not be for you. XD

I have two excuses for why this chapter is excessively fluffy; one, Warm Bodies came out on DVD today, and I absolutely loved that movie when I saw it in theaters, so I rented it and watched it today. Fluff alarms were blaring the entire time. XD

Two, I made a playlist for Harry and Ginny a short time ago and… Well, this is the result. I also was given a sudden idea for another fic. I'm thinking it might even become a oneshot story, but I'm not certain at all; in case you're interested, though, keep an eye on my profile. I might publish it soon.

Let's get on with the chapter, then. :)

Also, I do not own Harry Potter, I'm just a crazy fan.

Love you guys!

10

The paperwork that presented itself when Harry returned to the Ministry was enormous.

Ron was seated at a desk in an empty cubicle, stacks of towering papers surrounding him on all sides. His hair was rumpled and his clothes were untidy. A quill was stuck behind his ear while he wrote with a second one, ink smattering the collar of his shirt and fingers. His face was merely inches from the parchment, and his eyes moved furiously back and forth. Dark circles underscored his eyes, purple and angry.

As Harry approached, Ron didn't seem to take notice. It wasn't until Harry cleared his throat that Ron's neck shot upwards, his quill halting alarmingly quickly above the parchment.

With a hoarse voice, Ron said, "Harry. Are you alright?"

Touching the bandages around his head, Harry shrugged and said, "Yeah, I'll be fine. It's only a bump on the head."

Wearily, Harry pulled his wand from the inside of his robes and summoned a spare armchair from one of the cubicles. He drew it beside Ron, shifting around the daunting piles of parchment. "What's this for?"

"Case report." Ron rubbed his eyes, getting ink on his face, making the bags beneath his eyes even darker and more pitiful looking. "We're the rookies on the case, we're stuck with it."

Harry looked around at the mounds, bewildered. "All of this?"

"Yes… This is all three of ours. I thought, since Neville is in St. Mungo's, it'd just be better to do his for him and he can give us an I O U."

Harry nodded, already weary, though he hadn't even laid a quill to the parchment yet. "Alright. Where do I start?"

Ron pointed his quill to the stack nearest Harry's feet. "That's where your share starts. Here, have a quill."

Handing Harry a feather and ink pot, Ron said, "Oh. And Hestia says we shouldn't go home until this is done, now that we've started."

"Brilliant," said Harry, "Really great."

"Harry? Harry!"

Groaning, Harry rolled over, already falling back asleep. He was only dreaming. There was no reason to wake up yet.

"Harry!"

"Ugh…"

Blearily, Harry opened his eyes. His glasses were off, on the bedside beside him, and all vision was fuzzy and blurry. Squinting, Harry could just make out a mop of bushy hair and large, fierce brown eyes.

"Blimey, Hermione!" Harry pulled his blankets to his chin, hastily snatching his glasses from the table, placing them on the bridge of his nose. Hermione came abruptly into focus, her mouth tipped into a slight frown and her arms crossed at her chest. She was dressed in Muggle clothes, though Harry could make out the bulge of her Gryffindor tie beneath her sweater.

"What are you doing here?" Harry hissed, pushing his hair from his face.

"At breakfast this morning, I received a letter from St. Mungo's." Her lips trembled and Harry suddenly realized she was frowning and shaking from worry, not anger. "It said you, Ron, and Neville had been there because your Auror base had been attacked." Tears swam in her eyes and spilled over, pooling at her chin. "I thought… I thought…"

"Ah, Hermione." Looking around quickly, Harry found a discarded shirt from the night before and pulled it on, then pushed himself out of bed. He gave a small groan as his sore feet met the cold floor, but quickly met her and gave her a tight hug. "I'm sorry. It didn't cross my mind to owl you immediately. I was going to do it this morning… Or, rather, when I woke up. I didn't think St. Mungo's would send you something."

Hermione gave a small sob and a watery chuckle. "You better explain to Ginny. She's having kittens."

Harry groaned again and pulled away from her. "Alright. You should go back to school."

Sniffing, Hermione nodded. She said, "McGonagall gave me special permission to make sure the three of you were alright, but I'm not sure how long I'm allowed."

Harry looked around her shoulder, asking, "Where's Ron?"

"He got an owl before I got here. Something about the paperwork...?"

"Oh, bloody hell." Harry walked around her, motioning for her to follow. "I hope nothing went wrong, we spent all bloody night—"

At that moment, a small pop was heard down the hallway. Hurrying towards it, Harry found Ron plopping down onto the small sofa, rubbing his temples. An abandoned letter lay open on the table next to a cold, half-drunk cup of tea.

Harry paused beside the sofa, Hermione directly behind his shoulder. "Everything alright?"

Ron looked up. "Oh. You're awake." Finding Hermione, his mouth tipped upwards. "Hi, Hermione."

"Ron!" Hermione rushed forward and gave Ron a very tight hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. As she pulled away, her neck was red and her eyes were fierce once more. "The next time you get home from a mission, send either Ginny or I an owl straightaway!"

"Why?" Ron turned to Harry, bewildered.

Answering for him, Hermione said, "A St. Mungo's owl found Ginny and I at breakfast. It made it sound like the two of you were seriously hurt."

"Oh." Ron's face fell, though Harry had the sneaking suspicion that he was trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry. We're sorry. We were there all night doing that blasted paperwork. I barely remember coming home."

Ron pushed a bit of hair from Hermione's eyes. "Don't worry. We're fine."

Hermione visibly relaxed and hugged him again. "Ginny nearly shouted McGonagall down when she wouldn't let her come. You better be groveling on your knees for forgiveness."

"Better Harry than me," Ron said, shooting Harry a grin.

Harry smiled good naturedly. "So what happened?"

"We just missed a page. It got pushed to the floor."

Rubbing his face, wincing as he felt stubble, Harry said, "Is that honestly all? Hermione nearly gave me heart failure."

"I didn't know what you guys worked on," Hermione said, a little meekly.

Harry shrugged. "It's in the past. You hungry, Hermione?"

Hermione bit her lip. "A little. I didn't really eat breakfast after that owl…"

"What about me?" Ron complained.

"You're always hungry, mate. I never ask you anymore if you want something when I cook."

Harry busied himself in the kitchen with cooking a late breakfast while Hermione Flooed McGonagall's fireplace to let her know Harry and Ron were fine and Neville was recovering. Harry didn't listen to their conversation, though he thought that he caught Hermione asking McGonagall to relay the message to Ginny.

"So how's Hogwarts going, Hermione?" Harry called as he heard her settle back on the sofa.

"It's brilliant, Harry. It feels just like it did in first year, when… Well, that was the most normal year we had, wasn't it?"

"Let me see," said Ron's voice, "First year, we had that stone business, but that must've been about as normal as it could've gotten, because classes were never interrupted. Second year we had the Chamber and everyone being Petrified left and right… Third year we had Sirius in the castle—" Harry's heart gave a nasty lurch, "—Fourth year we had that bleeding tournament. Fifth was just a disaster on its own with Umbridge. Sixth year… Well, what didn't go wrong sixth year? And seventh year we were crouched in a freezing forest hunting Horcruxes."

"So generally, you're saying that we have the most rotten luck in the world," said Harry.

He put several pieces of toast beside jam and butter on the table, followed closely by a plate of scrambled eggs. He drew up a chair on the end of the table. "Food's on."

Ron was first in his seat and was already piling his plate before Harry could offer Hermione a pitcher of juice. Hermione sniffed, hiding a smile as she sat in the third chair. "Feels almost like we're in the Great Hall; Harry's manners are, as usual, impeccable, and Ron is putting food before everything else."

"I resenth thath, Hermernee," Ron said around a spectacular mouthful of egg.

"Example one," Hermione smiled.

Harry grinned quietly to himself. Though it had only been a few weeks since he had been with Hermione, it had been longer since it had been the three of them together, enjoying a meal. Thinking back, Harry thought that the last time had been the evening they had been captured by Snatchers. Repressing a shudder, he helped himself to more eggs and tuned back into the conversation, smiling at the familiar, quietly funny squabble.

As it transpired, Ginny was furious with the pair of them. Hermione wrote in one of her letters later that week that Ginny had considered sending a Howler, but thought better of it because the two lived near Muggles, perhaps one of the only times that she had given in to reason over her temper. Harry wrote a lengthy, apologetic letter, and mailed a chocolate frog with it, hoping he would make it up to her. She replied the next morning with a short note that said she was telling all the girls in seventh year, including his Lavender and Parvati, that he didn't have a Hungarian Horntail tattoo on his chest after all, but that it was of a Pygmy Puff to match Ron's.

Kingsley had given Harry and Ron time off, and they spent most of their mornings by visiting Neville. Though he was doing fine, he kept insisting that he felt off color. Harry privately thought this might have something to do with Hannah Abbot's constant presence and doting, though he didn't point this out. When there was a brief moment that Harry and Neville were alone, Harry said, "Just ask her out, Neville. You shouldn't have to pretend you're ill to keep her attention."

"I really am ill, Harry," Neville insisted, though he had blushed bright red.

Nonetheless, Neville left St. Mungo's within a few days, Hannah Abbot staying securely beside him, insisting that he needed help traveling and getting resettled.

The first Hogsmeade weekend fast approached, and Harry and Ron soon found themselves bundling up with old scarves and hats to beat the chilly October air early on Saturday morning. They Disapparated together and found themselves on the small path leading to Hogsmeade. Pushing open the small gate, the two walked down the road to the main plaza in the village. Fallen leaves blew around in the wind, the empty branches on trees moaning. Several people called greetings and hellos to the two of them, though no one rushed forward as Harry had expected. Perhaps it was too cold.

Ron led the way into the Three Broomsticks, and they nudged their way into the warm. Ron asked for four butterbeers from Madam Rosmerta while Harry found a table. The tavern wasn't very crowded today; a pair of witches sat in the corner gossiping, while a couple other tables were full of wizards chatting rambunctiously over tankards of Firewhiskey and mead. Harry chose a corner near the fire, towards one side.

Ron returned shortly, carrying two full bottles of hot butterbeer. He passed one to Harry as he sat down and checked his watch. "They should be here soon."

Sure enough, not five minutes after speaking, the door opened and Hogwarts students began to enter. Harry recognized a couple of younger students from his previous time at Hogwarts, and waved merrily at Seamus and Dean as they entered. The two waved back excitedly and quickly joined Harry and Ron at their table.

Hermione and Ginny were not far behind Seamus and Dean at all. Harry thought quietly that Ginny looked more beautiful than usual. Her slender frame was covered with neat pants and a black, older-looking coat. Her hair billowed around her graceful neck, fiery red and wavy, standing against the Gryffindor scarf dangling near her narrow shoulders. A knitted hat lay nestled on her hair. Her eyes found his across the room, and they immediately sparkled. It seemed that any anger that had remained was instantly forgotten.

The girls made their way to the table, weaving through the tables that were steadily getting more crowded. Harry stood as Ginny approached and hugged her, and then helped her sit in a chair beside him. He settled himself next to her and gently took her hand under the table, rubbing a thumb across her small, dainty palm.

Hermione sat between Ron and Seamus, asking a passing Rosmerta for two more butterbeers. Ron had his arm around her, rubbing the top of her arm.

Seamus raised an eyebrow at them, and Dean, laughing, asked, "So when did that happen? It's about time."

Laughing, Hermione said, "Over the summer," while Ron's ears and neck turned steadily crimson, though he grinned in a sheepish kind of way.

"What's being an Auror like?" Seamus asked Harry and Ron, "Is it cool?"

"It's a little tedious," Harry said.

Ron added, "There was a lot of paperwork after our most recent mission. And the mission itself was a lot of waiting. But it was only a beginner's mission, really. So it'll get a lot more exciting… At least, that's what Hestia has been telling us."

"How is school going?" Harry asked.

"Great to be back," Dean answered, "Hell of a lot better than squatting on frozen ground half asleep, trying to keep guard for Snatchers. It's pretty brutal, though."

"The homework is maddening," Ginny put in, "At least two feet for every essay. The only upside to that is the work is so complicated that it usually isn't a problem to write. Sometimes, though, it takes a bit of fluff." She grinned at Harry and his heart stuttered. "If I remember right, you were the master at that."

"What? Killing essay space? Yeah, but it was usually the day before it was due. Ron and I were terribly bad at procrastinating."

"See, we've turned over a new leaf," said Ron, putting his butterbeer back on the table, "We took care of that paperwork we had to file straight away, even though the both of us were dead on our feet."

"How's your head?" Ginny asked, her eyebrows knitting together as she looked at Harry.

Harry answered, "It's fine." He touched the side of his head, happy that it finally didn't throb beneath his touch. "It's just a little sore still, that's all."

"You were hurt?" Seamus asked.

"Yeah. Didn't anyone tell you? I had a head injury and Neville got hit full in the face with a curse. He was in St. Mungo's for a few days."

"Blimey." Seamus gave his head a little shake. "I didn't have any idea."

Dean looked at Seamus. "I thought I told you. Hermione told me over breakfast a few weeks ago."

"You didn't."

"I'm almost certain that I did."

"You bleeding did not. You're always too busy sucking Parvati's face to know exactly what you've said and haven't said."

Ginny laughed and Harry felt his heart melt in his chest. He had forgotten just how much he loved the sound of her laughter. Or, maybe, it was because he loved the idea of her being happy.

Their crowd parted after they had finished a second round of butterbeer and had departed the tavern. Dean and Seamus headed towards the post office to check for a package. Harry and Ginny, hand in hand, started up the path to visit Honeydukes, and were halfway there when they realized Ron and Hermione weren't with them. Turning, Harry looked in every which way, but they had disappeared.

"Funny. That's not like them."

Ginny giggled. "I think Hermione mentioned something about dragging Ron to a bookstore. But I think it was just an excuse to give me so that they can be alone."

"Maybe she was serious. Poor Ron."

"In any case," she turned to him, her eyes suddenly dancing with a new light, "That leaves you and me alone."

Harry felt his face break into a wide smile. "Yeah. I suppose it does."

There was a silence, broken by Harry, who asked, "Fancy a walk?"

They set off out of the village and stepped off the path, walking towards the Hogwarts grounds. Weak autumn sunlight broke through the overcast sky, setting patchworks of light drifting through the grass and barren trees. Harry wrapped his fingers through Ginny's, walking on her left side, happy to be with her again, if only for a short while. Walking around the lake, Harry felt almost as though he were back in his sixth year, enjoying Ginny's company and warmth.

They talked the entire way, about everything and anything. It felt wonderful to experience easy, interesting conversation with her again. Though it had only been a few weeks since he had last seen her in person, it felt like years. Harry was happy to hear her voice again instead of imagining its tone through her letters and words; he was happy to play with her fingers in his own instead of think of her handwriting.

It was wonderful to see her.

After a long walk, they settled themselves beside the lake, some ways from Dumbledore's white tomb. A weeping willow tree still held its thick leaves, and hid them from the sight of everyone else.

Harry settled beside the trunk and closed his eyes, Ginny leaning her head on his shoulder. She said, "You have another scar."

Cracking open an eye, Harry said, "Where?"

"I think it's where you hit your head. It's faint and white, but it's there."

She reached up a small hand and gently touched the mark with the flat side of her middle finger, looking at it closely. "It's very small. But it means a lot."

"The other ones still mean a bit more to me."

"Yes. I would think so." Gently, she moved her hand from the new scar to the old, tracing the outline of the lightning bolt with a slightly shaking finger. Harry opened his eyes fully and looked to her, blinking slowly. She said, "It's never been the scar that caught my attention, you know. It was your eyes."

Harry blinked again and said nothing. She didn't continue, but her sweet mouth tipped upwards into a small smile. "I wonder if I'm one of the only ones."

"Probably," Harry said quietly.

He reached out a hand and held her chin between gentle fingers. A patch of sunlight broke through at that moment, and her eyes shone in the light, dancing against the clouds. Wind brushed the hair gently from her face, exposing her small ears and the part of her neck that wasn't covered with her scarf. Harry traced the outline of her jaw with a finger, brushing her right cheek with his thumb, just passing beneath one sparkling, chocolate colored eye.

His voice thick, he whispered, "You are so beautiful. Have I ever mentioned that?"

Ginny looked thoughtful a moment. "Not directly."

She shifted closer to him, the fabric of her clothes brushing the leaves on the ground. Harry wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her to him. Their waists touched, and even through several layers of cloth, Harry felt a zing.

Harry heard her breath catch in her throat, and she looked up at him, her eyes wider than before, darker. She swallowed hard, her small throat bobbing, and Harry felt his heart push clear to the back of his throat, the beat drumming steadily and quickly in his ears. His hand moved from her chin to cup just beneath her hair, where her head met her neck. Fingers playing with her hair softly, he closed the remaining distance between them by pushing his forehead against hers.

He could feel her fingers trembling in her lap. Her delicate mouth quivered, taking in a gentle breath. He closed his eyes, giving a small, bright smile. "Do I make you nervous?"

"No…" Her voice was clear and bold as always, though there was a definite note of uncertainty.

Laughing, Harry said, "Come on, what is it?"

Ginny licked her lips, and the tip of her tongue just barely brushed him. Harry felt his heart stop and his breath hitch in his chest. After a few painful seconds, he could breathe again. She didn't seem to notice, but was maybe struggling with something. After hesitating, she finally admitted, "You make me… You make me feel, Harry."

He swallowed again. "I don't understand."

"When…" She licked her lips again, and Harry literally felt his blood pressure rise. "When I'm with you… I feel… Alive. And… Like I belong… Does that make sense?"

Harry nodded, because he felt exactly the same way.

"I love you, Harry."

His heart went from his throat to his chest again, melting. His throat was so thick that he couldn't respond with his voice, so he did the only sensible thing that remained to do.

Tilting his head, he pressed his lips to hers.

The reaction was instant. Emotion erupted in his chest, so thrilling and sudden and frantic that he wasn't sure what exactly he was feeling. All he could easily identify was happiness. A happiness so huge that he felt as though his chest would burst open. She was all that he wanted, all that he needed. Ginny, with her sweet smelling breath and hair; she was his sunlight, the flowers in the spring time, the trees in the summer, the snow in the winter and the wind in the autumn. She made his entire world go round. She was the reason that his earth kept spinning, the reason that he risked his life as an Auror, to protect the one that he loved. She was his very core, his heart, his soul, everything. She was everything.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, and he pulled her closer. His hand rested on the small of her back, the other still twisted in her hair. Ginny. She was so damn beautiful. Her mouth worked with his, evenly and matching pace. It was so sweet. She was so sweet. Her small waist, her hands, even her shapely legs; she was perfect, absolutely perfect.

She deepened the kiss, opening her mouth for him. He didn't need any further invitation; his tongue found its way to hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. She let loose a small moan that put his hair on edge. Lightness gone, he pulled her into his lap, both of his arms wrapping securely around her waist. Her hot little hands found the back of his neck, holding him to her tight. She broke away, her small teeth finding his bottom lip. Woah. Heat crept up Harry's neck and pooled in his face. Where had that come from? Her mouth moved from his lip to his chin, then across his jaw, teeth scratching. Harry could hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel his pulse rapid in his neck. Ginny.

Her mouth worked its way down his neck, hot and urgent. Her little tongue put pressure on his skin with every new kiss. Harry managed to put his lips in her hair, kissing gently, though it didn't detain her. Her fingers were suddenly pulling at the collar of his shirt, and fire swept across Harry's cheeks. Woah, baby. Her teeth scratching, her tongue pressing, her mouth moved horizontally across his collarbone, sucking gently. Harry couldn't breathe, couldn't think. He could only think of her name, over and over in his head. Ginny. His Ginny. She was so wonderful.

Gently, she worked her way back up his neck and along his jawline, finally coming to a rest once more on his mouth. Their tongues met again, and she moaned, a small sound in her throat. She whispered, "Harry…"

Any rational thought that had remained was blasted out of his mind like a nuclear shell. He turned her over so that he rested above her, his hands bracing on either side of her. She was smiling against his mouth, moaning again. Harry's pulse drummed faster in his ears, all of his senses directed towards her. He pushed himself onto his right side, freeing his hands. Both went to her waist, where they gently pushed themselves up into her coat. He found the edge of her sweater and tugged upwards a few inches, exposing her hot skin to his hands. His fingers brushed over her as though they were starving and had found a banquet. The curve of her waist fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, flaring outwards both at the swell of her hip and her chest. Her curves were beautifully shaped, slender and sexy. His fingers traced the front of her stomach, pushing further upwards.

Heat felt as though it were pulsing everywhere as his hands went further still. He found the edge of the front of her bra, a lacy thing that was probably delightful in lighting. His fingers traced up the middle of her chest, brushing against her cleavage. She groaned into his mouth, and Harry found himself gently holding one of her breasts, fingering the edge of the material longingly. Until that point, he had been unconscious of her hands, but was made suddenly aware by them as she found the waistline of his jeans. Her trembling fingers brushed his stomach, teasing the lining of his underwear.

Oh, Merlin.

Through ragged kisses, Harry finally managed to whisper, "Not like this. Not here, Ginny…"

"Here," she moaned, arching her back. Harry couldn't breathe again, his heart slogging in his chest. "Please."

She caught his mouth in another molten kiss. Harry tried desperately to breathe, to slow his bounding heart. He whispered, between kisses, "No… Too precious to me… I can't…"

Using every ounce of willpower he possessed, he pulled away from her, his trembling hand snaking out of her shirt. He looked to her with tortured eyes. "Not on the ground. Not in the cold…"

She looked at him, too winded and stunned to respond. They watched each other for the space of several heartbeats, each breathing as though they had run a mile. Ginny said, "Is that really why?"

"Yes." Harry caught her hand and kissed her palm. "Merlin, Ginny… I've never…" He was blushing furiously again and was still having trouble thinking. "I… I've never wanted anything so badly… Ever." He found her eyes again. They were round and innocent looking. "I love you too much. I can't just…" He trailed off.

She pushed herself straight, smiling. "How gallant of you."

"Ginny…"

She put up a hand. "Harry." A shiver went up his spine. "It's fine. I…" Her eyes looked strangely brighter. "I'm touched, Harry."

He smiled. "I don't want you to think I don't… I don't… Want to."

"No, I know you do." Her eyes danced mischievously and a wide grin spread on her face. "Trust me." Her eyes briefly flickered to the waistline of his pants, and red flooded his face and neck again, hot and uncomfortable.

She pushed herself to her feet. "Maybe we should get back."

Harry stood too, brushing dirt from his pants and leaves from her hair. "Yeah. I think it's around time Ron and I got back."

They held hands again and continued as though nothing had just happened. Harry said, "Can you and Hermione break away for dinner?"

Ginny shook her head. "I don't think so. And I'm not sure if you're allowed to come eat in the Great Hall."

"That's alright, right? We'll see each other again soon… When is your next Hogsmeade visit?"

"Sometime in December…"

Harry looked at her, his eyes sad. "We'll continue to write letters."

"Yes… But it isn't the same."

He halted and took her in his arms again, kissing her very gently, not wanting to start anything. She surrendered immediately, melting into his arms like butter on a hot skillet. He could feel in her touch that she wanted things to go further, but he didn't dare. Instead, he broke the kiss and smiled at her. "I know, Ginny. But we'll make it work."

She gave a small smile. "We always do, don't we?"

Later that night, Ginny was lying awake in the dormitory after everyone else had fallen asleep. She still grinned like a fool when she thought about her afternoon with Harry. Sweet Merlin… The things he had made her feel… At simply the memory, her heart felt as though it was going to escape from her chest, it was fluttering so quickly. She remembered his hands along her stomach, teasing, and vaguely wondered how they would feel elsewhere. Blushing furiously, she rolled over and tried to fall asleep to no success, a grin spreading on her face.

Harry… She had glimpsed his chest, when she had pulled at his collar shirt, as well as a large bruise. She wondered if it was from the Battle, and thought she would ask him about it sometime. His chest, from what she had fleetingly saw, was bare and had slight muscle to it, just a vague breadth. He was so thin, that she thought it amazing he had any muscle to it at all. The look really suited him, and she found her mouth watering at the thought of it.

Blushing ever harder, she rolled to the other side, torn between trying to sleep or thinking about what could've been.

She thought about his eyes, those beautiful green irises. She remembered how when their eyes had met after she had kissed him so, they had been so dark; a jade color, no longer medium emerald, but a deep green. His eyes had been the size of dinner plates, large in his face. She had loved looking at him, watching him. Harry rarely lost his composure, but today he had; a small part of Ginny had felt proud that it was because of her.

Rolling onto her back again, she grinned goofily at the ceiling.

She was certain about a lot of things, and this afternoon, she had found one more thing to add to the list; that she loved Harry Potter and wanted him more than anything in the world.

Well… I tried to warn you, didn't I? XD It was longer than usual. I hope you liked it.

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