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Ginny stands in the doorway of their kitchen, smiling to herself as she watches Gabrielle carve a pumpkin. It's something Ginny has neither the patience nor the talent for, but her girlfriend looks so tranquil and angelic as she busies herself with the task.

"Are you going to just stare at me all night, or are you going to help prepare for the party?" Gabrielle asks, looking up and flashing her a teasing grin like she's caught Ginny doing something she shouldn't be doing. "We really should have started decorating much sooner."

Ginny offers Gabrielle an apologetic grin. "I messed up," she says. "My bad."

Gabrielle huffs. Once, Ginny would have been annoyed by that sound. She really did misjudge Gabrielle all those years ago. Ginny had been so stupidly possessive of Harry that everyone looked like competition. If her judgment hadn't been clouded, would she have seen Gabrielle differently back then?

"You're staring again, mon chou," Gabrielle says with a soft, bell-like laugh. "Don't think you can escape decorating duty simply because you are too busy admiring me."

Ginny rolls her eyes, pausing to bend down and pet their cat, Lenore. "I was just thinking about how I didn't like you when we first met," Ginny admits, straightening once again and watching as Lenore bolts from the room.

Gabrielle purses her lips and wrinkles her nose. "Oh, you hated me," she says. "Fleur, too."

"To be fair, Fleur was marrying my brother. I had a reason. You didn't like Bill either."

Gabrielle shrugs. "Fair. Not that it matters. They are so sickeningly in love," she says with a sigh.

Ginny moves closer, pulling her girlfriend into her arms. "And so are we," she says, trailing little kisses up Gabrielle's neck and along her jaw, delighting in the way her girlfriend shivers and giggles.

"Ginevra!" Gabrielle squeals, and Ginny knows Gabrielle only ever uses her full name when she means business. "Tomorrow is Halloween! We must finish preparing tonight!"

Maybe she's right. There's still a long list of all the things they have to do, and Ginny feels like very little has been crossed off lately. Still, there's something so beautiful about this moment, and she doesn't want to let it go. Not yet. Not while she has a chance to hold Gabrielle and fall a little more in love with her by the second.

"Or," Ginny says, summoning a bottle of wine and offering Gabrielle a mischievous grin, "you and I can finish everything tomorrow. We'll get Luna and Hermione to help."

"Ginny…" But Gabrielle's voice has lost its conviction, and Ginny suspects Gabrielle doesn't really care if everything gets finished tonight anymore.

"Meanwhile, you and I can drink some wine and just enjoy the rest of the night."

Gabrielle sighs, and Ginny knows she's won. "That does sound delightful," she admits.

With a grin, Ginny summons the wine glasses. One day, this night will be just another memory, just like those days in the past when she and Gabrielle didn't like each other. One day, they'll look back on this moment and all the other little moments they've created together.

Ginny has never been more excited for the future.