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Chapter Four
Ginny recalled how she and Harry first became good friends. After Ron and Hermione finally started dating their sixth year, he felt like a third wheel and left them alone. He spent most of his time in the library if he wasn't on the Quidditch field.

That's how he got know Blaise Zabini. Well, sort of. He and Blaise were teamed up for a project in Potions. They met every day in the library for a week, only to argue in hushed, angry whispers. And then Harry finally got up the nerve to kiss her. It was down hill from there.

They spent the next three weeks of the project amicably in each others arms. And the next six months.

Ginny walked into the Gryffindor common room one day, not long after Draco broke up with her, and found Harry staring gloomily into the fire.

She plopped down next to him. "All right there, Harry?"

"Just peachy," he mummbled.

Ginny smiled a little. "Girl trouble?"

He sat back and looked at her. "Well, it used to be."

They stayed up that night telling each other their respective stories. They consoled each other because no one else knew what they were going through. Neither of them had gotten over the hurt, but their hearts healed a little.

And here they were four years and some odd months laters, about to be married. Just days after Blaise and Draco's upcoming nuptials appeared in the Daily Prophet.

Ginny grabbed the bouqet of flowers she was going to carry. "Okay, I'm ready."

Hermione looked at her nervously. "Gin, Harry won't be upset if you walk out now. He's still in love with Blaise and you have yet to get over Draco."

Ginny turned to her, picking up her fluff of skirts. "This isn't going to be happily ever after, Hermione. This isn't a romance novel."

She brushed past Hermione and opened the doors.