Ginny ran as the tears streaked across her face. Harry had been behind her for a moment but when she looked back, he'd given up the chase. So much the better, she could cry on her own. She ran until she made it to the willows where she sat upon the ground beside the one that had been Harry's pirate ship and gave into the angry sobbing that had overcome her at the wedding breakfast.

It was all so awful!

She knew that she in fact did love Harry, but she loved her dream of traveling as well. And in the cruel world in which she had the unhappy task of residing, she could not have both. It was the pain of knowing she must lose one that had finally driven her to these angry tears. And along with losing her dream, she knew that ultimately she would lose Harry as well. What man so fond of adventure as Harry Potter would find satisfaction in staying home with his wife?

"Gin."

Ginny looked up to see Harry coming towards her through the field, his suit damp, and his hair tousled from running.

"Forgive me," she wiped at her eyes and face.

"Gin, whatever is the matter?" He sat on the ground next to her and placed a protective arm around her shoulders.

"It's nothing, truly, I'm being ridiculous." She sniffed and cursed her inability to control her emotions.

"Gin, I will do whatever is necessary to mend what is broken, but you must first tell me what needs fixing."

Ginny felt the tears try to return full force and swallowed them down.

"And if you cannot fix it, what then?"

"You have not given me a fair chance to try. We'll come to that point if we must, but please do not give up simply because the problem seems so overwhelming at this moment."

Ginny swallowed again, willing herself not to cry. "I find myself at a point where I must lose one thing I love in order to keep another, and I fear that I might only keep the other for a short time before I will surely lose it as well."

Harry kissed the top of her head and she looked out over the pond.

"And what are the two things you stand at risk of losing?"

"You ask much with that question."

"It is in hopes that I can secure you a way to keep them both."

Ginny tried to breathe deeper and keep her tears under control.

"You must promise not to think less of me for it."

Harry moved to kiss her cheek and gently guide her chin to bring her eyes to his. "Nothing you could do would cause such a thing to ever come to pass"

Looking into his eyes that so resembled the last remnants of green around them was too much and she looked down.

"I have dreamt since I was a child and my oldest brothers began to travel across Britain, and especially when Ron went across Europe with you, of traveling as all of you did. I have dreamt of walking the streets of Rome, not simply reading about them. What's more, I have dreamt of going further than my brothers, to see the great places of the East, and to explore the budding world of the American continent. I have dreamt of these adventures for years. But then," she felt a smile pull on her lips and she looked up at Harry. "Then I met you. And I thought how easy it would be to love you. I was right, for I do love you, and to love you is no great chore. It warms my heart and brings me hope for a marriage like unto my parents. But I fear when you finally tire of my company and the desire to see more comes upon you once again, that I will resent you because of your traveling, because of your quitting my company for the wonders that await you. I fear I may ruin our happy union with jealousy for what is allotted you but not me."

"Ginny," Harry put a finger on her lips as she went to say more. "Is your specific concern that you believe you cannot have both myself and the chance to see the world, and that I will one day leave you behind?"

Ginny felt the tears press against her eyes again as she nodded in response.

"Gin," he smiled at her, "The first time I saw you, you were running barefoot through the field behind your parents' home. When I saw you, I thought there was no one more free than yourself, and that all the ladies I'd meet by that point had been imitations of the real thing."

Ginny chuckled and the tears seemed to ebb away a small bit.

"Ron told me of your dreams that day, and I have from that time since been putting things in order that I might be the means of fulfilling those dreams. I see now that I have been a fool and kept them all a surprise, but my Ginny I have Sterling ready to book passage on one of many departing ships, depending upon the date we settle upon for our wedding, that we might be prepared once we have enjoyed our wedding day to leave the day following and set out on an adventure of our own."

Ginny stared up at him in disbelief.

"You would travel thusly with your wife?"

Harry grinned, "Of course, would you like to set out for America first? Or we could book passage on a ship heading for India and make port in Morocco and the other African ports along the way?"

"I love you," she felt the tears start to fall again, but this time from the joy that welled up inside of her.

Harry Harry brought this hand to cup her face, his thumb gently brushing the tears away. "And I love you." Then he leant in and kissed her.

Ginny let herself melt into him. She should have known that a gentleman that would ruin his best suit to run after her would be willing to throw society's practices to the wind and take her to see the world. After all, Mr. Harry Potter was a strange sort, just as Mrs. Dursley had warned her.