A/N: Okay, so obviously my updating on this story has been reeeeaallllyyy bad. To be honest, I've lost my passion for this story, and I've really-well, I'd like to think that-grown from the time I started this story when it comes to planning, thought, and what not, so this will be my last chapter on this story. I know it's pretty rushed, and I hate myself for ending this story at such an awkward time.
To be honest, I should have ended it way sooner, after the whole coma part but that was also the start of the story. I had plans for this story to take a different turn but, I look back at the plans and gag at how awful this story was going to be.
I'm really sorry to all of those who put time and feeling into reading this story but are now being let down with a crappy ending. I don't think I will be continuing the nineteen years series because I honestly don't think I can make nineteen different plots and keep them interesting; I mean, I couldn't even do a second and keep it interesting.
But, if someone would want to create an alternate ending, you have my permission, just PM me because I'd love to read it and maybe replace this chapter with whatever you've written!
Again, I'm very very sorry, but I have focused on my other stories to the point where I don't think I could give this story any justice. But, here we go, the last chapter I will be writing for this story!
Seven months later...
"Is that the last one?" Ginny asked as her boyfriend brought a paper box through the floo gate.
"Yes, you're flat is completely empty now." She jumped up from her seat in the kitchen, and ran into his arms.
"We're living together, Harry! We've finally done it!" She cupped his face in her hands. He sent her that infamous, lopsided smirk, almost causing her to melt into his embrace. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him with the much awaited passion that had been nagging in her mind for the past four hours.
"What have you been doing, anyway? I leave and you're going through that box, and I come back almost an hour later and you're still going through that bloody box."
"It's just a few things from when I was younger." Ginny waved off the item. He squinted his eyes at her in a skeptical manner, and left her embrace. He walked over to the table and reopen the box. It was filled with random nicknacks, photographs, crumpled up papers and drawings.
"What is all of this stuff?" He sended her an amusing smile.
She rushed over to the tables and covered the box up with her arms, "Honestly, it's nothing." Her eyes were wide with embarrassment.
"If it was nothing, I wouldn't have had to lug it over from your flat." Ginny's face took on a color brighter than a flaming tomato.
"What? Is there something in here that has to do with me?" Harry asked, Ginny's face really started to burn.
"What makes you say that?"
"I know things, Ginny. You're brothers told me all about your little celebrity crush." Harry laughed, "Please? Can I see it?"
It took minutes, maybe hours, for Ginny to finally succumb to his pleading, puppy eyes. She took a step beside him and hid her face on the side of his bicep. He chuckled as he once again, started to search through the box.
It was literally nothing. Maybe a couple drawings here or there of what little Ginny suspected the hero known as the 'Boy Who Lived' looked like. Harry pulled out a drawing that finally had the right color hair and nudged his girlfriend off his arm.
"This one is pretty good," He smiled as she eyed the drawing, "I think I may attach it to the cold cabinet. Maybe frame it in the bedroom."
"Harry, please, don't." She responded in a very embarrassed yet amused way. He leaned down and captured her lips in his.
"It's my favorite picture of us." He murmured into the kiss. She smiled against him and ran her hands through his hair.
It had been months since their last fight; months since she had to sit out of three Quidditch matches to get over her concussion. But, that didn't matter anymore. Of course, there had been little tiffies; one or two about that very day; about which flat to pack first, which room to stack the boxes. Of course, that was going to happen either way.
The next day would be Percy's and Audrey's wedding. The couple was going to unpack their house that night and then attend the ceremony the next day, regardless if the house was up to par or not.
Ginny had a bridesmaid dress fitting about a month before; the dress had fit perfectly, looked beautiful, definitely fitting the theme of a 'starry night' like Audrey wanted it. The boys had a stag night about a week ago. I had been the first time in a long time that Harry let himself go, and the first time ever that he witnessed Percy pissed.
To say that a drunk Percy was a complete antithesis of a sober Percy was just the start of it; for once, maybe just the once, he had worse language than Ron; there was no sentence that went without a sprinkle of colorful words. Percy also took the liberty to take advantage of the karaoke portion of the pub; a Celestina Warbecks song had never sound so ridiculous.
"Okay, I feel like we should unpack in order based on priority." Ginny said, checking the watch on her wrist.
"Alright, have you unpacked the food?"
"Yeah, but we need to find the boxes for clothing, toiletries, and bedsheets and what not."
"I think based on priority, the bed should be made first," Harry replied cheekily with a wink to his girlfriend. Ginny gave him a mischievous smile and stepped back into Harry's arms.
"Should it?" Ginny teased, "And why is that?"
"Because a beautiful woman is standing in my arms and I think there's no better way to celebrate a new step in our relationship."
"So, are you two settled, then?" Mrs. Weasley asked, as she took another sip of champagne.
Ginny, completely aware of the rising color in her cheeks, smiled to her mum, "Not quite; just a few more boxes to unpack and then we'll be set."
"Ginny! Come get your dress on." Audrey said from the bathroom of the master bedroom. Ginny took this opportunity to skive away from her mother's watchful eyes and regain her natural flesh color in her face.
She walked into the room where Audrey was getting her hair put up into a classic, wedding up-do, and grabbed the garment bag from the shower rod and moved back into the bedroom. Laying the dress out on the bed, she started to change. The wedding was going to be beautiful, and finally she'll be able to see Percy have to confess his sappy feelings in front of a grand tent of guests. And she couldn't wait.
"Ginevra, you look beautiful," Her mother cooed as she walked into the bedroom, "I can't wait for you and Harry to get married and finally see you put on a white dress with fancy flowers, or lace. Ooh, I saw a picture in Witch Weekly of a witch with a dress that had satin and an off white ribb-"
"Mum, don't get ahead of yourself. Harry and I just moved in together; marriage is still far off."
"Not true; Arthur and I were engaged the minute we started to live here."
"Mum, you were already engaged when you moved in here. Scratch that; you were already married."
"Well yes, but Arthur told me that within a week of living together, he knew that he was completely sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me."
Ginny shook her head, deciding not to bring up the fact that that's what the meaning of getting married is. Audrey, luckily, was paraded out of the bathroom by her other bridesmaids, once again graciously accepting the attention away from Ginny.
"And, do you, Percivalle Weasley, accept Audrey Burgman to be your forever-bonded partner?" The minister asked.
"I do."
"Then, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss your bride."
Percy smiled before pulling his newlywed wife into his embrace and kissing her sweetly. Ginny glanced down from the platform to the audience where Harry was watching her. She sent him a warm smile, which was replied with a wink, and turned back to applaud the happy couple.
Life was starting to pick up for everyone, including all of the Weasleys. It seemed that her career was a definite as she was signed onto the Harpies again for another three seasons instead of just one. The auror department had new cases on their hands that mostly made up of small misdemeanors and domestic cases.
It seemed as though the Weasleys were all starting to settle down with their current girlfriends, well, except for Charlie. Mrs. Weasley had started on now knitting winter socks as well as winter sweaters. Mr. Weasley was assisting Kinglsey now completely full time, although he would take a few days every now and again to visit the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.
And, you know, as time flies by, things have become simpler, hopefully, from now on, it would stay that way. Yet again, when it comes to Harry Potter, when does simple become long term?