A/N - This is the second chapter of the (planned) incredibly long fanfiction, Everlong. The song is "At This Moment" by Billy Vera and the Beaters and I'm telling you this one is a worth a download because... Well, it really helps with this chapter, and, obviously, it's the name of the chapter. Television fans might actually recognize this one, if they watch Nick at Nite, anyways. If you can guess from which television show on Nick at Nite I got this song from, I'll give you a cookie.
Okay... Just a little information to get you started... This one begins in August where 'I'll Be' leaves off. Harry is visiting the Burrow, Hermione's still hanging around there, and its Molly Weasley's birthday.
Sorry for the extremely long author's note. I'll try not to do that again...
Harry Potter stepped onto the back porch of the Burrow, into the blue early evening. In the softness of the night he could barely see Ginny Weasley standing in the middle of the Burrow's garden, clutching a bouquet of flowers. For a moment he watched her and then wandered down the porch and the small path to stand near her. Inside the house, Mrs.Weasley's birthday party went on.
"Do you think Mum would like these flowers?" Ginny asked, glancing at Harry only briefly before turning her eyes back down to the small bunch of flowers gripped tightly in her hand.
"Yeah. I bet she would," Harry nodded. "Look, we need to talk."
"Oh?" she said, looking up from the flowers again. "About what?"
"About us."
Ginny was again looking at the flowers, contemplative. Tonight, her hair was loose and to her shoulders instead of her normal, every-day ponytail or braid. She had taken quite well to the Muggle fashions Hermione had introduced her to, seeming to prefer sundresses to her old Witches robes and tonight she was covered in pink roses.
"Harry, there's no us anymore," she said, shaking her head politely. She obviously did not want to talk about it.
"Yeah but we need to talk about it anyway, Gin," he said seriously, pushing on even though he knew he shouldn't.
"Harry," she looked at him openly with large brown eyes, "I don't want to talk about this right now. I don't want to talk about this ever. Can't we just forget about it and go on with our lives?"
"I don't think I can do that," Harry urged, taking a step toward her.
"I don't see why not. It was your own stupid mistake," Ginny said, looking down at the flowers in her hands. Now she began to shift them in her hands, arranging them to fit perfectly to the image in her mind.
"That's right. It was a mistake," Harry said.
"Yeah, well it hurt me. And I don't feel like remembering it," she said, turning away from him with flowers still in hand.
"But it's been a long time, Gin. I don't guess you want to forgive me, then?" Harry pouted. He noticed that she had turned around and was looking at him with those vivid, brown eyes of hers. Except they were soft eyes, now. Sad eyes.
"A few months isn't a long time Harry and I don't know," she said. "I guess not." With that she shrugged and looked away from him again. Remembering this situation was not something she wanted to do and she would not let him force her into it.
What did you think
I would do at this moment
When you're standing before me
With tears in your eyes?
Trying to tell me that you
Have found you another
And you just don't love me no more
Harry stood in the garden, staring at Ginny. He had no idea how they'd gotten to this point; where they couldn't talk over a simple matter together. Hadn't they been best friends once? Was she insane enough to think that this didn't hurt him, too? Did she think he enjoyed this? He didn't. He didn't enjoy it at all. He remembered the look on her face when she'd heard; delicate hurt and pain. He had never wanted to hurt her. It had all been an accident.
But a horrible one and Harry supposed that it was his fault. It had, of course, been his idea to keep their relationship a secret; he didn't want things to be weird with he and Ron and Ginny didn't want Ron yelling at her about 'scarlet women' and the dangers of men. It was easier that way and more exciting, too. It had also been fun. Fun trying to meet in private, making plans. He hadn't thought that keeping their relationship a secret would be bad thing.
But it was. Fresh into the Ministry of Magic, training as an Auror. Aurors were very important, very political people and of course there had been parties. And it had been one of those parties that had brought them all apart. He had not been able to bring Ginny to the party for obvious reasons, especially if he planned to keep their secret relationship a...well, secret and so it had been perfectly okay with Ginny for him to go alone.
He had been sitting at a table, discussing things with some Ministry employees when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see a tall, blonde man with gray eyes who he knew vaguely. His name was Will. Will Something-or-other.
"Harry," Will said, "I'd like you to meet someone." And then Harry had laved eyes on the woman slightly behind Will. It was Cho Chang wearing a form-fitting red dress with her raven black hair piled on top of her head. She had smiled slyly.
"Harry, what a surprise. I've not seen you in ages!"
"You two know each other?" Will asked, his eyes flicking from Cho to Harry in turn.
"Um, yeah. We're old friends," Harry answered, politely. "Wow Cho, you look...great." She had smiled at him, that smile that had always made him practically melt back in 4th year.
"Well, I'll see you around then, Harry. Will?" Cho asked and Will nodded, keeping his blue-gray eyes on Harry. They disappeared, Cho and Will. An extremely cute couple, don't you think?
Harry managed to forget about Cho and Will, until later that next day. He had gone over to the Ministry to write up his last assignment and when he went into one of the office rooms he found Hermione, writing out her own forms furiously. She looked up at him and smiled, briefly. Hermione had been the only one to know about Ginny and Harry's relationship so lately whenever she saw Harry she would throw him a knowing glance or an odd little smile.
"So, how was that party last night?" Hermione asked, signing her final form with a flourish.
"It was all right," Harry shrugged, looking down at the paper before him.
"Alright, eh? Probably would have been more all right if Ginny had been there," Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Hermione, shut up! Someone'll hear you," Harry looked over his shoulder briefly, hoping no one he knew was around. Specifically Percy, who worked in this part of the Ministry.
Hermione had shrugged and laughed, gathering up all her papers so she could look them all over for any mistakes she might have made. Just then, Cho walked in wearing a pastel yellow sundress. Harry wasn't sure if this wasn't her department or anything, but Harry was sure that the Ministry didn't usually allow their employees to wear short Muggle sundresses, during office hours especially
"Hey you," Cho said, smiling. Hermione looked toward Harry, eyebrows raised.
"Hi there, Cho."
"Someone told me that I might find you here," Cho said, stepping into the room a little more to see Harry better. "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go pick up some lunch with me. You don't have to but I know no one likes to eat alone and, well...would you like to come?"
"Sure," Harry smiled. Hermione looked as if she'd been hit in the stomach.
"Great," Cho said. She glanced at Hermione and her smile faltered, slightly.
"Oh! This is my good friend, Hermione Granger," Harry said. "I'm sure you remember Cho Chang, don't you 'Mione?"
"Of course," Hermione said, in a voice that was a lot more like a whisper.
"Charmed," Cho said, holding out her hand gracefully. Hermione stared at it for a few seconds, before reaching out to shake it curtly.
"Likewise," Hermione said, giving Cho an up and down look. She took her forms and left immediately, without saying 'goodbye' to Harry. Cho waved a 'goodbye' and walked out of the office, as Harry stared after her.
What did you think I would say at this moment
When I'm faced with the knowledge
That you just don't love me?
Did you think I would curse you?
Or say things to hurt you?
Cause you just don't love me no more
"What?" Ginny asked, so softly that Hermione could barely hear her.
"Exactly. Lunch. Cho Chang. You remember her, don't you?" Hermione asked and watched Ginny nod. "Ginny, what should we do. Do you think I should tell Ron?"
"No," Ginny said, shaking her head. Then the whole secret would be out and that wasn't worth it.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Hermione asked, again. There had to be something she could do to help the situation. She certainly wasn't just going to stand there and let Harry do this.
"Nothing, Hermione. This is all supposed to be secret and nothing changes that," Ginny sighed, she was being incredibly strong. It wouldn't last much longer.
"Fine," Hermione sighed. "But if you need anything..."
"I know where to find you," Ginny said and watched Hermione leave. After that it was only a matter of time.
About an hour later, she opened the door to her room seeing him stand before her as he always did. "Gin," he began and she shrugged. The look on her face spoke a thousand words to Harry, and he immediately understood.
"Leave," she said, motioning toward the door.
"Don't do this, Gin," he shook his head. "We can talk. It's not like anything happened, it was just lunch."
"Lunch with Cho Chang? Lunch with Cho Chang is never just lunch, Harry, and I know it. Look, that's not even the point. The point was she was worth jeopardizing our relationship and she shouldn't be. Now please, just leave."
"No."
"No?"
"That's right, no."
"Why not? You obviously don't care about me."
"Where did you get that from?" Harry cried. "And why should this even matter, it was just lunch!"
"Please, just go away Harry. I need to deal with this myself. In my own time. Maybe one day, we can be friends again but not right now. Please, just...just go," she went over to her bed and laid down, facing towards the wall so he couldn't see her face.
He paused for a moment. "Did you tell Ron?"
"No," she said, curtly. "And I'm not going to, either. What would be the point of that, anyway? As far as anyone else is concerned, this never even happened."
He was going toward the door when all of a sudden he stopped and turned around
"Look Gin, I-I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry, it was Cho Chang. I didn't know what to do. Come on! Come on, how insane would it be to cheat on you? Huh? I-I don't cheat right, I, that's not me, I'm not like that. And nothing happened. Nothing happened. Okay, well here we are. What do you want to do? How do you want to handle it? Do you want to fight for us or what, Gin?"
"I don't know right now, okay. I just need some time to think and we'll talk about this later or something," she sighed, opening and closing her eyes fast to stop the tears that were threatening.
And then he left.
Did you think I could hate you?
Or raise my hands to you?
Now come on, you know me too well
How could I hurt you
When darling, I love you?
And you know...I'd never hurt you
"Oh Ginny," Hermione sighed, as Ginny told Hermione word-for-word exactly what had happened when Harry had come by. "Honestly, if he says nothing happened then maybe it's true. Maybe you should give him another chance." Hermione was suddenly becoming sorry that she'd told Ginny anything about Cho Chang and the lunch date. She pressed on: "Lots of people who aren't romantically involved at all go eat lunch with each other all the time."
"That's not really the point," Ginny said. "Hermione, you know what I'm feeling, don't you? It's like when you ran out on Vicktor."
Hermione closed her eyes and nodded. Really, she understood perfectly what Ginny was feeling but there was a difference between suspecting and knowing. Ginny didn't really know if anything had happened on Cho and Harry's lunch date or not, but Hermione had seen Vicktor and that woman, whatever her name was, going at it in the living room of her own apartment. Hermione had always suspected that Vicktor had taken some kind of lover and this had been confirmed. Suspecting didn't hurt, as much as knowing, that was a fact.
"I don't think I want to talk to him but I'm thinking everyone else would notice if I just stopped talking to him at all," Ginny continued. "So, I'm thinking I'll re-build my friendship with him gradually, over whatever time it takes. But I don't think I could ever...y'know, love him again."
"I understand," Hermione said. "It's a shame. You guys were so great together."
"Yeah, I guess."
And that had been it. The end of the tragic love story of Virgina Grace Weasley and Harry James Potter. Or at least, as far as Ginny was concerned.
What do you think, I would give at this moment?
If you'd stay
I'd subtract twenty-years from my life
I'd fall down on my knees
Kiss the ground that you walk on
If I could just hold you again
"Gin," Harry began. "We have to talk. We've got to talk tonight, now."
"Okay, fine. Let's talk," Ginny sighed, turning towards him.
"Okay," he said, coming towards her.
"So, what were you thinking?" Ginny asked. Harry looked slightly stunned.
"Thinking?"
"Yea, when Cho asked you out. Was it like a flash back from 4th year?"
"Okay, this isn't fair."
"No, let's not talk about fair. Nothing about this is fair."
"Hey! You ended it," he said.
"I ended it because I'm mad at you, not because I don't love you," Ginny said, in a voice that was barely a whisper.
"You love me?" Harry asked.
"Yes. Yes Harry. I'm mad, crazy in love with you. I was mad, crazy in love with you then and I still am now but see - this time, I'm not giving in. I'm not going to let you hurt me again. It's not worth it." She started to walk off again still carrying her flowers in one hand. She was almost across the garden when he stopped her.
"You still love me."
"Oh, yeah, so, you-you love me," she accused, pointing with her free hand at him.
"So...what does this mean?" he yelled after her.
She turned around and looked at him. "It means, I can't forgive you yet. I can't. And...I can't take it again, so...I guess this means you've missed your chance or something." With that she went inside the warm, lighted kitchen where her mother's birthday party was still in full swing. And outside, Harry Potter stood.
I'd fall down on my knees
Kiss the ground that you walk on, baby
If I could just hold you
If I could just hold you...again
A/N - Okay, I know this one had kind of sad/depressing/twisted ending but I needed one of those to create the ongoing Harry/Ginny storyline. Am I saying that I'm going to ship Harry and Ginny? No, not really. I've got lots of things to try before I decide to marry Harry off to one character. xx;; But umm - review please.
Okay... Just a little information to get you started... This one begins in August where 'I'll Be' leaves off. Harry is visiting the Burrow, Hermione's still hanging around there, and its Molly Weasley's birthday.
Sorry for the extremely long author's note. I'll try not to do that again...
Harry Potter stepped onto the back porch of the Burrow, into the blue early evening. In the softness of the night he could barely see Ginny Weasley standing in the middle of the Burrow's garden, clutching a bouquet of flowers. For a moment he watched her and then wandered down the porch and the small path to stand near her. Inside the house, Mrs.Weasley's birthday party went on.
"Do you think Mum would like these flowers?" Ginny asked, glancing at Harry only briefly before turning her eyes back down to the small bunch of flowers gripped tightly in her hand.
"Yeah. I bet she would," Harry nodded. "Look, we need to talk."
"Oh?" she said, looking up from the flowers again. "About what?"
"About us."
Ginny was again looking at the flowers, contemplative. Tonight, her hair was loose and to her shoulders instead of her normal, every-day ponytail or braid. She had taken quite well to the Muggle fashions Hermione had introduced her to, seeming to prefer sundresses to her old Witches robes and tonight she was covered in pink roses.
"Harry, there's no us anymore," she said, shaking her head politely. She obviously did not want to talk about it.
"Yeah but we need to talk about it anyway, Gin," he said seriously, pushing on even though he knew he shouldn't.
"Harry," she looked at him openly with large brown eyes, "I don't want to talk about this right now. I don't want to talk about this ever. Can't we just forget about it and go on with our lives?"
"I don't think I can do that," Harry urged, taking a step toward her.
"I don't see why not. It was your own stupid mistake," Ginny said, looking down at the flowers in her hands. Now she began to shift them in her hands, arranging them to fit perfectly to the image in her mind.
"That's right. It was a mistake," Harry said.
"Yeah, well it hurt me. And I don't feel like remembering it," she said, turning away from him with flowers still in hand.
"But it's been a long time, Gin. I don't guess you want to forgive me, then?" Harry pouted. He noticed that she had turned around and was looking at him with those vivid, brown eyes of hers. Except they were soft eyes, now. Sad eyes.
"A few months isn't a long time Harry and I don't know," she said. "I guess not." With that she shrugged and looked away from him again. Remembering this situation was not something she wanted to do and she would not let him force her into it.
What did you think
I would do at this moment
When you're standing before me
With tears in your eyes?
Trying to tell me that you
Have found you another
And you just don't love me no more
Harry stood in the garden, staring at Ginny. He had no idea how they'd gotten to this point; where they couldn't talk over a simple matter together. Hadn't they been best friends once? Was she insane enough to think that this didn't hurt him, too? Did she think he enjoyed this? He didn't. He didn't enjoy it at all. He remembered the look on her face when she'd heard; delicate hurt and pain. He had never wanted to hurt her. It had all been an accident.
But a horrible one and Harry supposed that it was his fault. It had, of course, been his idea to keep their relationship a secret; he didn't want things to be weird with he and Ron and Ginny didn't want Ron yelling at her about 'scarlet women' and the dangers of men. It was easier that way and more exciting, too. It had also been fun. Fun trying to meet in private, making plans. He hadn't thought that keeping their relationship a secret would be bad thing.
But it was. Fresh into the Ministry of Magic, training as an Auror. Aurors were very important, very political people and of course there had been parties. And it had been one of those parties that had brought them all apart. He had not been able to bring Ginny to the party for obvious reasons, especially if he planned to keep their secret relationship a...well, secret and so it had been perfectly okay with Ginny for him to go alone.
He had been sitting at a table, discussing things with some Ministry employees when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see a tall, blonde man with gray eyes who he knew vaguely. His name was Will. Will Something-or-other.
"Harry," Will said, "I'd like you to meet someone." And then Harry had laved eyes on the woman slightly behind Will. It was Cho Chang wearing a form-fitting red dress with her raven black hair piled on top of her head. She had smiled slyly.
"Harry, what a surprise. I've not seen you in ages!"
"You two know each other?" Will asked, his eyes flicking from Cho to Harry in turn.
"Um, yeah. We're old friends," Harry answered, politely. "Wow Cho, you look...great." She had smiled at him, that smile that had always made him practically melt back in 4th year.
"Well, I'll see you around then, Harry. Will?" Cho asked and Will nodded, keeping his blue-gray eyes on Harry. They disappeared, Cho and Will. An extremely cute couple, don't you think?
Harry managed to forget about Cho and Will, until later that next day. He had gone over to the Ministry to write up his last assignment and when he went into one of the office rooms he found Hermione, writing out her own forms furiously. She looked up at him and smiled, briefly. Hermione had been the only one to know about Ginny and Harry's relationship so lately whenever she saw Harry she would throw him a knowing glance or an odd little smile.
"So, how was that party last night?" Hermione asked, signing her final form with a flourish.
"It was all right," Harry shrugged, looking down at the paper before him.
"Alright, eh? Probably would have been more all right if Ginny had been there," Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Hermione, shut up! Someone'll hear you," Harry looked over his shoulder briefly, hoping no one he knew was around. Specifically Percy, who worked in this part of the Ministry.
Hermione had shrugged and laughed, gathering up all her papers so she could look them all over for any mistakes she might have made. Just then, Cho walked in wearing a pastel yellow sundress. Harry wasn't sure if this wasn't her department or anything, but Harry was sure that the Ministry didn't usually allow their employees to wear short Muggle sundresses, during office hours especially
"Hey you," Cho said, smiling. Hermione looked toward Harry, eyebrows raised.
"Hi there, Cho."
"Someone told me that I might find you here," Cho said, stepping into the room a little more to see Harry better. "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go pick up some lunch with me. You don't have to but I know no one likes to eat alone and, well...would you like to come?"
"Sure," Harry smiled. Hermione looked as if she'd been hit in the stomach.
"Great," Cho said. She glanced at Hermione and her smile faltered, slightly.
"Oh! This is my good friend, Hermione Granger," Harry said. "I'm sure you remember Cho Chang, don't you 'Mione?"
"Of course," Hermione said, in a voice that was a lot more like a whisper.
"Charmed," Cho said, holding out her hand gracefully. Hermione stared at it for a few seconds, before reaching out to shake it curtly.
"Likewise," Hermione said, giving Cho an up and down look. She took her forms and left immediately, without saying 'goodbye' to Harry. Cho waved a 'goodbye' and walked out of the office, as Harry stared after her.
What did you think I would say at this moment
When I'm faced with the knowledge
That you just don't love me?
Did you think I would curse you?
Or say things to hurt you?
Cause you just don't love me no more
"What?" Ginny asked, so softly that Hermione could barely hear her.
"Exactly. Lunch. Cho Chang. You remember her, don't you?" Hermione asked and watched Ginny nod. "Ginny, what should we do. Do you think I should tell Ron?"
"No," Ginny said, shaking her head. Then the whole secret would be out and that wasn't worth it.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Hermione asked, again. There had to be something she could do to help the situation. She certainly wasn't just going to stand there and let Harry do this.
"Nothing, Hermione. This is all supposed to be secret and nothing changes that," Ginny sighed, she was being incredibly strong. It wouldn't last much longer.
"Fine," Hermione sighed. "But if you need anything..."
"I know where to find you," Ginny said and watched Hermione leave. After that it was only a matter of time.
About an hour later, she opened the door to her room seeing him stand before her as he always did. "Gin," he began and she shrugged. The look on her face spoke a thousand words to Harry, and he immediately understood.
"Leave," she said, motioning toward the door.
"Don't do this, Gin," he shook his head. "We can talk. It's not like anything happened, it was just lunch."
"Lunch with Cho Chang? Lunch with Cho Chang is never just lunch, Harry, and I know it. Look, that's not even the point. The point was she was worth jeopardizing our relationship and she shouldn't be. Now please, just leave."
"No."
"No?"
"That's right, no."
"Why not? You obviously don't care about me."
"Where did you get that from?" Harry cried. "And why should this even matter, it was just lunch!"
"Please, just go away Harry. I need to deal with this myself. In my own time. Maybe one day, we can be friends again but not right now. Please, just...just go," she went over to her bed and laid down, facing towards the wall so he couldn't see her face.
He paused for a moment. "Did you tell Ron?"
"No," she said, curtly. "And I'm not going to, either. What would be the point of that, anyway? As far as anyone else is concerned, this never even happened."
He was going toward the door when all of a sudden he stopped and turned around
"Look Gin, I-I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry, it was Cho Chang. I didn't know what to do. Come on! Come on, how insane would it be to cheat on you? Huh? I-I don't cheat right, I, that's not me, I'm not like that. And nothing happened. Nothing happened. Okay, well here we are. What do you want to do? How do you want to handle it? Do you want to fight for us or what, Gin?"
"I don't know right now, okay. I just need some time to think and we'll talk about this later or something," she sighed, opening and closing her eyes fast to stop the tears that were threatening.
And then he left.
Did you think I could hate you?
Or raise my hands to you?
Now come on, you know me too well
How could I hurt you
When darling, I love you?
And you know...I'd never hurt you
"Oh Ginny," Hermione sighed, as Ginny told Hermione word-for-word exactly what had happened when Harry had come by. "Honestly, if he says nothing happened then maybe it's true. Maybe you should give him another chance." Hermione was suddenly becoming sorry that she'd told Ginny anything about Cho Chang and the lunch date. She pressed on: "Lots of people who aren't romantically involved at all go eat lunch with each other all the time."
"That's not really the point," Ginny said. "Hermione, you know what I'm feeling, don't you? It's like when you ran out on Vicktor."
Hermione closed her eyes and nodded. Really, she understood perfectly what Ginny was feeling but there was a difference between suspecting and knowing. Ginny didn't really know if anything had happened on Cho and Harry's lunch date or not, but Hermione had seen Vicktor and that woman, whatever her name was, going at it in the living room of her own apartment. Hermione had always suspected that Vicktor had taken some kind of lover and this had been confirmed. Suspecting didn't hurt, as much as knowing, that was a fact.
"I don't think I want to talk to him but I'm thinking everyone else would notice if I just stopped talking to him at all," Ginny continued. "So, I'm thinking I'll re-build my friendship with him gradually, over whatever time it takes. But I don't think I could ever...y'know, love him again."
"I understand," Hermione said. "It's a shame. You guys were so great together."
"Yeah, I guess."
And that had been it. The end of the tragic love story of Virgina Grace Weasley and Harry James Potter. Or at least, as far as Ginny was concerned.
What do you think, I would give at this moment?
If you'd stay
I'd subtract twenty-years from my life
I'd fall down on my knees
Kiss the ground that you walk on
If I could just hold you again
"Gin," Harry began. "We have to talk. We've got to talk tonight, now."
"Okay, fine. Let's talk," Ginny sighed, turning towards him.
"Okay," he said, coming towards her.
"So, what were you thinking?" Ginny asked. Harry looked slightly stunned.
"Thinking?"
"Yea, when Cho asked you out. Was it like a flash back from 4th year?"
"Okay, this isn't fair."
"No, let's not talk about fair. Nothing about this is fair."
"Hey! You ended it," he said.
"I ended it because I'm mad at you, not because I don't love you," Ginny said, in a voice that was barely a whisper.
"You love me?" Harry asked.
"Yes. Yes Harry. I'm mad, crazy in love with you. I was mad, crazy in love with you then and I still am now but see - this time, I'm not giving in. I'm not going to let you hurt me again. It's not worth it." She started to walk off again still carrying her flowers in one hand. She was almost across the garden when he stopped her.
"You still love me."
"Oh, yeah, so, you-you love me," she accused, pointing with her free hand at him.
"So...what does this mean?" he yelled after her.
She turned around and looked at him. "It means, I can't forgive you yet. I can't. And...I can't take it again, so...I guess this means you've missed your chance or something." With that she went inside the warm, lighted kitchen where her mother's birthday party was still in full swing. And outside, Harry Potter stood.
I'd fall down on my knees
Kiss the ground that you walk on, baby
If I could just hold you
If I could just hold you...again
A/N - Okay, I know this one had kind of sad/depressing/twisted ending but I needed one of those to create the ongoing Harry/Ginny storyline. Am I saying that I'm going to ship Harry and Ginny? No, not really. I've got lots of things to try before I decide to marry Harry off to one character. xx;; But umm - review please.