Ginny woke up snugly wrapped in her boyfriend's arms. She couldn't help but giggle as she looked up to find that Harry had, once again, fallen asleep with his glasses on. She shook her head as she carefully took them off of his face and placed them on her bedside table. Sighing contently, she allowed herself to melt into his embrace. The overall smell and feel of him sent warm shivers down her spine as she gazed sleepily at the morning sun peeking through her curtains. She was so happy that her mother had finally agreed to let them sleep in the same room. She only wished that she could stay there forever so she wouldn't have to face the cold harsh reality that would hit her outside of her bedroom. She didn't know how much more she could stand of her mother pretending everything was alright and her father's presence being virtually non-existent. But she had to move on, whether things were going to change further or not. This was her life now and she would have to get used to it, one way or another. She slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake Harry before making her way out and to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She missed not having her father around. It was usually routine that Arthur would bang on the bathroom door, begging Ginny to hurry up so that he could use the toilet. Ginny never thought that she would miss the little things. But, her mother had told them they were not separating, and her mother had stopped keeping things from her a long time ago and so, she had decided to trust her. After brushing her teeth and putting on her favourite white fluffy dressing gown, Ginny made her way downstairs to get some breakfast. Hermione sat at the dining table with her mother, discussing an article they were reading in the Daily Prophet.

"Morning, Ginny", Hermione smiled sweetly as her attention turned to her.

"Good morning, love. Harry still sleeping?", her mother asked. Ginny nodded sleepily as she joined them at the table. "I'll get you some breakfast", Molly smiled before scurrying into the kitchen.

"Did you sleep alright?", Hermione asked.

"Wonderfully", Ginny sighed lovingly.

"Good", Hermione smiled sincerely. "Do you have anything planned for today?", she asked further. Ginny stopped for a moment as she pondered what her next words would be, wondering whether she would be doing anything at all today.

"I think I'm gonna go and see dad", she told her.

"That sounds nice. Send him my love, won't you?", Hermione asked. Ginny nodded as her mother joined them back at the table, placing a full English breakfast in front of her.

"Did I hear you say you're going to see your father today?", Molly asked as Ginny began to tuck into her breakfast. Ginny nodded as she brought a fork-full of baked beans to her lips. "Would you mind taking his mail for me? Errol was supposed to drop it off at Bill's but, you know what he's like – that daft old bird", she said, shaking her head. Ginny nodded her head once more as she continued to eat her breakfast. Ginny had soon finished her morning meal as she began to flick through the Daily Prophet, but it was the same old news; Death eaters being captured all over the country. Aurors injured in tracking down Lord Voldemort's followers. Obituaries commemorating the fallen heroes of the battle. She rolled her eyes as she closed the paper.

"Mum?", she suddenly said. Molly's eyes met hers as she waited for her to continue. "When are you going to see dad?", she asked. Molly sighed as she tapped her fingers against the wooden table.

"I don't know just yet, Ginny dear. Your father and I need our space at the moment", she explained awkwardly.

"Sorry. I just wanted to ask is all", Ginny replied shyly before her mother suddenly placed her hand on top of hers.

"I know, sweetheart. And you're entitled to", she smiled warmly at her daughter. Ginny smiled back at her before checking the time on the clock.

"I better get ready then", she smiled as she got up from the table, taking her plate into the kitchen before making her way upstairs. Ginny got changed out of her pyjamas into some jeans and a grey tank top before entering her room to find her hairbrush. Harry laid in her bed, his arms folded behind his head as he smiled sleepily at her.

"Morning", his voice croaked.

"Afternoon", Ginny smirked as she rummaged through one of her drawers.

"It's only 10'o'clock!", Harry protested. Ginny rolled her eyes as she chuckled. "You off somewhere?", Harry asked. Ginny nodded as she finally retrieved her brush from its drawer and began brushing he hair as she turned to face him.

"I'm going to see dad", she told him.

"That'll be nice", Harry smiled.

"Why does everyone keep saying it like that?", Ginny asked as she huffed, plaiting her hair and using a small hairband to keep it in place. "They've not broken up or anything", she told him.

"No, I know they haven't – it's just nice that you're seeing your dad is all", Harry told her. Ginny sighed, feeling a little bit stupid for having said what she had in the first place.

"Sorry. It's all just a little bit strange, you know?", she said. Harry nodded as he got up out of bed, putting his glasses on before making his way towards her. He pressed his lips firmly against hers as he snaked his arms around her waist.

"It's going to be fine", he spoke softly, their noses touching as he looked her deep in the eyes. "You know that, right?", he asked. Ginny nodded before kissing the tip of his nose and sighing.

"Now – if you've done being mushy, I need to get going", she smirked as she cheekily slapped him on his behind. "Love you!", she called as she left her bedroom. She knew her mother hated it when Ginny apparated before she'd even graduated from Hogwarts but she decided she didn't really care much as she vanished mid-staircase with a quick pop. She quickly found herself stood right outside the front door of Bill and Fleur's house as she spotted her father sitting in an armchair through the front room window and decided to let herself in. "Dad?", she called as she closed the door behind her.

"Ginny? What a lovely surprise!", her father smiled as he greeted her in the hallway, wrapping his arms firmly around his shoulders. Ginny tried her best to return the hug but Arthur had restricted her arms from much movement. "What are you doing here?", he asked. Ginny couldn't help but look a little bewildered at his sudden questioning. Did she really need a reason to go and visit her father?

"Just wanted to say hello", she told him simply as he welcomed her into the living room. "Are Bill and Fleur not back yet?", she asked as she took a seat on a rather comfortable looking two-seater sofa. Arthur shook his head as he sat back down in the old armchair by the window, pouring himself and Ginny a cup of tea.

"They'll be home tomorrow afternoon", he told her before handing her a small china cup and saucer. Ginny suddenly began to feel a little nervous as she thought about what she wanted her next words to be. But he was her father, and surely, she should be able to ask him anything she wanted without fear or worry like she always had done. Why was this any different?

"Does that mean you'll be coming home too?", she finally asked. Arthur's eyes widened ever so slightly as he took a sip of his tea and she knew she had taken him by surprise. She instantly regretted asking the question at all as she began to drink her own tea. But she watched her father as his surprised eyes had soften and his face now held a much more vacant expression, and it was almost as if Ginny herself could feel his sadness. And as her father continued to sit in an awkwardly sad silence, she suddenly began to think about all the times she had opened up to Harry, and Ron, and Hermione and how good it had made her feel and how her father had been in this house all on his own for the past couple of days and she decided that she would be his person to turn to. "Talk to me, dad", she suddenly said as she shuffled to the end of her seat. "Please", she sighed. Arthur sighed in reply as he sat forward himself, placing his cup on the small coffee table in front of him and joining his hands as he prepared to speak.

"Your mother is the strongest person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I reckon that's where you get it from", he chuckled softly as Ginny blushed, playing with the end of her plait nervously. "We've been through so much together over the years – a quick wedding, two wars, seven children", he sighed sadly. "As strong as she is – there are times when we need to let our emotions do their job", he continued. Ginny stared at him, utterly perplexed as she sat in silence, willing him to continue. "When you – losing a child is like – it's like losing a part of yourself", he tried his best to explain as he tripped over his own words. Ginny could feel her heart becoming heavier in her chest as she listened on to her father's broken voice. "Of course, we've been to hell and back, your mother and I, but – nothing can ever prepare you for that", he told her honestly, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he looked at her. Arthur had always been a man that wasn't afraid to get in touch with his emotions, but Ginny had never seen this side of him. The pain in his eyes was undeniable now. Their once bright blue colour had now faded to a cold murky grey as he allowed another stray tear to escape. She suddenly got up out of her seat and made her way over to the arm of his chair. She placed her hand caringly against his back, letting him know that she was there and that it was okay. He had been the one to come running into her bedroom when she had been screaming from her nightmares and comforted her when she needed him. Now, it was her turn to be there for him.

"Maybe, you and mum need to deal with things in your own ways", she told him. "You can still be there for each other without dictating how the other person choses to grieve", she said. Merlin, she felt stupid. She wasn't even sure if that was even the problem! And she fully expected him to turn around at any moment and laugh at her suggestion. But instead, he had suddenly placed his hand on her knee as he looked up at her, smiling ever so slightly.

"You're right", he told her as he gave her knee a gentle squeeze. Ginny fought back the urge to ask 'Am I?' as she smiled warmly at him. "Sometimes, I forget that you've grown up", he continued. "I'm supposed to be the one that makes you feel better", he chuckled as he shook his head.

"You do make me feel better. All the time actually", she told him honestly. "I never really realised that until you left. And that's another reason why you should come home", she continued as she draped her arm around his shoulder, resting her head against the top of his as he reached up to gently squeeze her shoulder in return.

"Let me get my things", he almost whispered before getting up and disappearing out of the living room. A few short moments later, Arthur had returned with a bag full of his belongings and had begun to write a note to leave behind for Bill and Fleur before joining hands with his daughter and disapparating home. Her mother's reaction was just as she expected as she walked through the door, closely followed by her father. Molly stood motionless as she stared at Arthur in the doorway, Ginny thought that was the first time she had ever seen her mother at a loss for words.

"I'm going to see if Harry wants to go for a walk", she said as she made her way upstairs, leaving her parents to talk. Her earlier conversation with her father had somehow lifted some of the weight on her own shoulders as she sighed contently, making her way into her bedroom. Harry sat cross-legged on her bed with the Daily Prophet laid out in front of him, looking deep in thought. "You'll drive yourself mad reading through that thing, you know", she interrupted him as she smirked, closing the door behind her. Harry jumped a little as he looked up at her, smiling warmly at her as she began to untangle her hair from it's neat plait.

"How did things go with your dad?", he asked.

"Well, he's downstairs talking to mum as we speak, so I think it went well", she smiled warmly.

"That's great, Ginny", Harry smiled sincerely at her.

"I was wondering if you fancied going for a walk or something?", she asked.

"Well, what's the something?", Harry smirked. Ginny rolled her eyes as she chuckled.

"Do you want to go for a walk or not?", she asked again.

"I'll grab my coat", he smiled as he got up and retrieved his blue sports jacket from a lonely hook that had been screwed into her wall. The pair made their way downstairs, hand in hand, making their way silently past the living room where her parents were talking and outside into the Orchard. Her favourite thing about home was the Orchard and how endless and wonderful it seemed. They would never need to go too far from the Burrow when they went on their walks, the possibilities of where they could explore were never-ending. "Ginny", Harry suddenly spoke, pulling her from her thoughts as they came to a stop. "I hope you don't mind me saying so, but – you seem so much better today", he smiled warmly.

"I feel a lot better today", she told him honestly. Ginny slowly began to move her head closer to his before the pair joined lips. The feel of Harry against her mouth was enough to drive her wild. A million and one thoughts ran through her mind as he allowed his hand to get lost in her hair. She thought of the huge crush she had on him as a child and how much she loved him right there and then, and how he made her feel things she never believed were possible. She had always told herself that loving someone this much was nothing but a cliché, but she had more than proved herself wrong. Everything they had gone through suddenly seemed worth it after all, to be stood there. To be a part of that moment and to be able to call him hers.