Hopefully this will clear up a few parts of Harry and Ginny's past.

(Sorry if my spelling is crap, spellchecker isn't working :S)

Ginny woke up smiling, as she did every day. She smiled because the sun was warm on her face, she smiled because she had nothing to do today, she smiled because she was tucked up in her crisp, white sheets, and she smiled because Harry was led next to her, his body moulding with hers and his arm around her waist. Harry always slep in her room, no one knew it except Harry and Ginny, and that seemed to make it more special. They never did anything, they didn't need to. They were young, and Ginny took it as a good sign that they were content being tucked up in eachothers arms. It had been a month since her father and her brothers had let him back in the house, they apologized for overreacting and said they'd just been overprotective of their little sister. That was after Ginny had verbally abused them for three days.

Harry stirred behind her and she rolled over to face him. In the mornings his hair was especially messy and his cheeks had the slightest pink tinge to them due to him being a bit warm under the covers. Ginny couldn't help herself, before Harry's eyes opened, she kissed his nose. As she pulled away she felt Harry's arm pull her closer to him and into a long, passionate kiss which Harry only opened his eyes at the end of.

"Hello..." Harry grumbled, smiling.

"Hello," Ginny giggled, hugging his chest.

"And how are you this morning?" Harry asked, stroking her hair. Harry adored Ginny's hair, (he'd always liked redheads but this was different) he loved how it smelt like strwaberries and was as soft as velvet.

"I'm perfect," Ginny replied. "Now you're here..."

"Au contrare, I've been here for the past ten hours so if it were my doing that made you so goddess-like and unbelieveably perfect, than you would have been like that all night."

Ginny smiled and kissed his chest. "I was perfect all night then," she told him.

"Is that why you were crying in your sleep?" Harry caught her off guard with that very personal question.

Ginny pulled away from him and climbed out of the bed. "I wasn't crying," she defended herself. "I wasn't!"

"Come on, Gin." Harry climbed over to her and hugged her. "Wanna talk about it?"

No, Ginny thought to herself. I do not want to talk about my reoccuring nightmare of my brother dying and me not doing anything to save him, even though I could have. I don't want to relive the pain I just about live through in my sleep.

"There's nothing to talk about," Ginny stated. "I can't remember any of my dreams, you know that." But I can when it is thrown at me every night for three months. Ginny didn't know why the dreams had begun three months ago, when the war had been about six months ago. She'd grieved appropriately and now after she had dealt with her brothers' death, she was confronted with it again. The very first dream had been the first night Harry had slept in her room, a coincidence she didn't want Harry to know of, because he would end their rooming in a second if he thought it would help her. She wasn't sure she could sleep without Harry anymore, but she hated lying to him.

"Harry?" she asked, sitting back down on the bed, Harry sat behind her and she led down in his lap.

"Yes?"

"You won't ever... leave me, will you?" Ginny asked, just thinking about it made her heart ache.

Harry was silent for a few seconds and Ginny began to worry he was thinking of a way to let her down lightly, that was until he held her shoulders and turned her to face him so that their faces were less than an inch away from eachother. They both admired the others' eyes, recoginsing them as the light of their life. "Ginny, I never ever want to leave you. If you want me, I promise I'll stay forever. Until the day we die of old age in eachother's withered, ugly, veiny hands." They both laughed lightly at that. "I don't want to live on this earth without you. Not for one second."

Harry's words surged through Ginny like a gust of icy winter wind, making her feel alive and in love. Something felt wrong though, why did Harry's words (although comforting) feel a bit like a prison sentence?

"I love you Harry," Ginny told him kissing him lightly on the lips. They had never actually said the words to eaachother, despite the fact that they knew they loved eachother. It felt amazing to say it.

"I love you more, Ginny," Harry replied in a whisper. He kissed her too, but harder and they lay on the bed next to eachother, kissing slowly, but doing nothing else, and relishing their love for eachother for the rest of the morning...

"Ginny, I need to talk to you." Harry smiled as Ginny's face scrunched up in confusion, he couldn't help but find it cute still, despite the fact that she'd punched him last time he'd said it outloud.

"What?" Ginny asked, sounding just like Ron, it made Harry chuckle.

"Do you think everyone has caught on by now?" Harry pulled her the last few steps until they were up on their hill again. They never apparated there, it felt wrong somehow. And they both enjoyed the walk. "About us, I mean?"

"Sure," Ginny replied, kneeling down and lying on Harry's lap. "I mean, they're not THAT simple. If any of them haven't noticed us yet then it's because they're too self-involved and lazy. I mean, Ron and Hermione know about us, so do Percy, George and Bill. I think Charlie has caught on, despite the fact that he's rarely here. He always asks where WE are. You remember how everyone used to be like, where are Harry, Ron and Hermione. Now they say, where are Ron and Hermione and Where are Harry and Ginny? They've coupled us." She giggled.

"And what about your parents?"

"Well I heard mum talking about us the other day and about how proud of us she was for (these are her words) 'coming together'." Harry snorted and Ginny hit him. "You're so crude. What's with the lecture anyway?"

Harry smiled and muttered something before flicking his wand descretely in his pocket, Ginny recognised it but ignored it. "Ginny?" Harry began. "You remember when I told you that you were the love of my life and that I never ever wanted to leave you?"

"You've never said that love of my life part before..." Ginny pointed out.

"Yes I did."

"No," Ginny told him. "You said you loved me."

Harry sighed, "It's the same thing..."

"No it's not, not at all."

"Okay, Ginny. You're the love of my life and the most intoxicating, attractive female I have ever had the fortune of meeting." Harry did a little bow. "How's that?"

"Perfect!" Ginny giggled. "I like the part about me being intoxicating, good save."

"I know..." Harry kissed her on the nose as he saw a small dot in the distance. "Ginny, I meant all of those things. I mean it when I say I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Okay," Ginny replied, kissing him on the neck. "I have a feeling there's a moral to this conversation?" That was when she noticed the dot in the distance too. "Harry what's tha-"

"Ginny," Harry turned her to face him. "Will you marry me?"

Ginny was silent, in shock. She knew she should be ecstatic, and excited, and completely overwhelmed but she just felt cold. All she could see was herself leaving her life behind, her dreams came into her head again, she imagined them being there for the rest of her life. She imgained herself slowly morphing into her mother, housewife of the year. She pictured herself putting on weight, forgetting how to play quidditch and write stories. She saw herself becoming someone else, she saw herself changing for Harry. She knew that she loved him so much that it hurt, she knew that she couldn't sleep unless he was led next to her, she also knew she couldn't marry him.

She refused to look at his face as she gave him her answer and asked him to let her be alone for a while, she didn't know that a while would last seven years...