This chapter brings about a very big twist in the story. Please don't shoot me for it but I felt the story needed to be moved on a bit.

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Here we go with chapter 25!

WARNING: There is some fluff at the end of this chapter. It felt like an ideal place to add some. If you don't want to read it, stop once you read about putting things away.

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Chapter Twenty Five - Beautiful

"It's beautiful here." Ginny whispered, sipping some red wine from her glass. Three years had passed since they had first moved into the flat. They were in the Forest Of Dean, where Hermione had taken Harry on their hunt for the Deathly Hallows.

"It is. You could grow old here." Harry replied. He'd thought the place rather appropriate. It was a bit warmer than when he had been here last, late July. They could see the sun setting behind the trees. Flames in jars were spread out across the rug, the light making patterns dance across Ginny's face.

Harry sipped his wine and gazed at Ginny. His Ginny. His beautiful, funny, amazing Ginny. A rush of nerves and excitement flew through his stomach. He smiled.

"Did I ever tell you you're beautiful?" he asked.

"You tell me every day Harry and you know it. How many more times must you ask?"

"At least once more."

She smiled.

He lay back and looked at the sunset. A few stars were starting to peek through the dim light. "Even the stars aren't as beautiful as you."

She lay on her back, her head on his chest, her knees sticking straight up in the air. Her hair was spread around her head, framing her face. "I don't know about that. The stars have a story to tell. They've been there millions of years and watched over billions of people and events. The stars saw the wars and battles. They saw the victories and losses. They've seen first kisses and last kisses. What story do I have to tell?"

"You have your story. How you helped defeat the darkest wizard of all time. How you lost a brother but kept fighting. How you became a world famous Quidditch player. How you became my girlfriend and the love of my life."

She sat up and looked at him. "I love you." She whispered. She bent over him and kissed him gently, her hair curtaining around their faces, concealing them from view. Harry sat up and she lent back, her hair pulling away again, opening the curtains.

He pulled away. Now was the time. If it was going to happen, it should be now. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box.

"Ginny Weasley. You were one of the first magical faces I ever saw, all those years ago at Kings Cross. Then, a year later, you were taken by Voldemort into the Chamber and I came to save you. A few years after that you helped start Dumbledore's Army. You learned and fought and later came with me to the Ministry, still fighting. Then we grew together. We started to love each other and everything was great. But then I had to go away. And that year was horrible. I couldn't see you or hear you and I had no idea whether you were unhurt or even alive. But then I saw you again and my world became light once more. Then you moved in with me three years ago. Those three years ave been the best time of my life. We've witnessed the marriage of my best friends, your brother and Hermione. We've done things and seen things I could only imagine. And there was no Dark Lord to defeat or ruin things. And you were there throughout it all, making it enjoyable. Making it beautiful. I want to be able to grow old with you Ginny. I want the past three years to repeat themselves again and again and again, with you there by my side, witnessing it all and making it happen. Ginny Weasley. My beautiful Ginny Weasley. Will you make a million times happier? Will you become Ginny Potter?" He opened the box to reveal a small diamond ring. It glinted in the firelight.

He looked at her. She looked at him. She grinned. She cried. She swore. She wiped away the tears. She grinned again and nodded, hugging him tightly. "Yes." She whispered in his ear.

Harry grinned. He kissed her. He hugged her tighter. He loved her. With all his heart.

She pulled away. She wiped more tears from her eyes, still smiling. She held out her left hand. "Will you do the honours?" she asked.

Harry nodded and took the ring from the box, sliding it gently onto her finger. She kissed him again. Lightly this time and barely there. Just lips brushing against lips. That was torture. He didn't want to touch her if it would only last a millisecond. He wanted to touch her and for it to mean something. So he kissed her again, making sure it lasted longer. He wound her in his arms until he wasn't sure what limbs were his. "I love you so much." He murmured into the kiss.

He heard, as I from a distance, "I love you too."

She pulled away. I think we should go home. I want to send an owl to Hermione. And it's getting late, the bugs will be out soon.

Harry smiled. Again. Soon she would be Mrs Ginny Potter. His wife. His beautiful wife.

He folded up the blanket and extinguished the flames. "Lumos." He muttered. The light at the tip of his wand flared up, enlightening Ginny's face, her grin.

They put everything in the basket and Apparated back to the flat.

"You put everything away, I'm going to send an owl to Hermione. Narcy!" She called. His Tawny owl from Cho and the others had kind of become a shared owl now. He didn't mind. He enjoyed sharing things with Ginny. He enjoyed sharing everything with Ginny.

He put the blanket, jars, wine, glasses and basket away before heading into the bedroom. Where he found Ginny. She was sat on her side of the bed, admiring her ring. "It's beautiful."

"That's why I got it. It reminded me of you." He whispered, slowly making his way over to the bed and sitting down next to her.

She smiled and looked up at him, looking into his eyes. "Thank you Harry. I love you so much."

He just smiled and kissed her again. He never grew tired of kissing her. The kiss grew more passionate. Harry slid his hand down her body until he found her waist and hip, pulling her closer, twisting until their bodies were against eachother. He could feel her hands working their way down his back. They reached the hem of his tshirt and he felt her tug it back up again, pulling it off his body. She threw it away and started unbuttoning her dress.

It fell away and she climbed off of it. Climbed onto Harry, forcing him back until he was lying on his back with her on top of him. She could see her face from the angle again. The angle he loved. He made the kiss harder and she complied, making a little noise of pleasure.

She trailed her fingers down his chest and stomach, leaving behind a tingle, until they found the waist line of his jeans. He could feel her undoing the button, the zip. She rolled off him and he shimmied out of them. They weren't touching at all now, just lying there next to eachother, breathing heavily.

He looked at her, there was a glint in her eye. She was smiling slyly. "What are you waiting for Mr Potter?" she whispered.

"Oh nothing. I was just reminding myself of how beautiful you are." He replied before pulling her back on top of him. She laughed before diving back to kiss him again. She didn't wait for the kiss to grow passionate on its own. They were ready.

He loved her so much.