A/N: OK . . . this is a new fic I'm writing, and it's my feeble attempt at creating a D/G fic as smashing as the ones I'm totally absorbed in right now. Obviously, if you read the first chapter attentively, all the main characters have graduated Hogwarts and are all grown up and stuff. That's really all I can think of to say at this moment . . . all suggestions, however, are welcomed and appreciated . . . actually, anyone reading this at all is welcomed and appreciated, to tell you the truth. So to end my little useless speech . . . thanks for reading my fic, and I would majorly appreciate reviews.

Chapter 2

The warmth of The Burrow flooded Ginny's body as soon as she flung open the heavy door. The exact scene she expected greeted her warmly, with shouts of "Hey Ginny!" and brothers offering to take her bag up to her old room. Her mother bustled over to greet her after Bill had retrieved Ginny's bags and magicked them upstairs.

"Ginny dear!" she exclaimed, hugging her only biological daughter, "so lovely to see you! Please, please, step inside from that frosty doorway!"

Ginny was only too happy to comply. She gently shut the door behind her and removed her cloak and scarf. As soon as she stepped into the happy room, she immediately took in the scene around her.

As usual, Ron and Hermione were secluded in their own corner, sipping butterbeer and laughing together, occasionally stopping for a quick kiss. Ron looked more strained than the last time Ginny had seen him, which made her think that maybe he was getting in over his head with all these Auror projects. She knew that the vampires in Southern Africa were creating a ruckus, but she thought Ron's personal division (he, Hermione, and Neville) had it under control. Hermione, on the other end of the spectrum, looked radiant. But, Ginny thought to herself, most pregnant women do. Hermione's bulging stomach was a telltale sign that soon she would bear she and Ron's first child.

Percy was not at this Christmas dinner. He had attended only one other dinner in the past eight years, so this wasn't a big surprise. He had stopped coming about Ginny's fourth year at Hogwarts, when he became very angry at the family for siding with Dumbledore. The last dinner he had attended had only been because he had recently gotten married to his long- time girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater. However, their marriage hadn't lasted but six months when Penelope was unfortunately killed by a group of renegade Death Eaters. The tragic incident had made Percy hard and bitter, and he had quit his job at the Ministry to do God-knows-what in America. He only owled once every six months or so to his mother, who never really got over his estrangement from the family. Her eyes got a little glassy and her nose a little stuffy every time Percy came up in conversation.

Charlie was here, with his two lovely children and his gorgeous wife. He was holding one of the fiery-haired little girls while his wife clutched the other, trying to keep her from knocking things over. Charlie and his wife, Marigold, lived permanently in Romania with Penny and Gretchen, their two young daughters. They had met while working with the dragons, and anyone could see why they fell in love. Charlie was a handsome man, his brawn only equaled by his amazing intellect. Marigold was as strong willed and smart as she was pretty, with her long honey colored curls and athletic build. They were a sickeningly perfect couple, in Ginny's opinion, but she loved them for it, and adored the children.

Bill was here with his longtime girlfriend, Gabrielle Delacour, and their baby boy. Of course, Molly and Arthur had disapproved when Bill told them he was dating this girl who was so much younger than he, and a French veela to boot. Well, about a year after they began dating, when Gabrielle was 18 years old, and Bill 25 years old, Gabrielle had a child, whom they named Arthur Jacque Weasley. Needless to say, Molly threw many a temper tantrum, and nearly had a heart attack when Bill declared that he wasn't ready to marry anyone yet. Ginny could still hear her mother's cries about premarital sex, but after she saw the adorable baby boy, she hugged the former "French hussy" and gladly welcomed her into the family, married or no, although at the most recent family gathering, she threw around hints that Bill ought to propose.

Fred and George stood in the middle of the room, both with exquisite looking dates. Not that this was uncommon, Fred and George, multimillionaires and owners of the famous Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, brought a new bombshell to every event they attended. Not that being rich had hurt their looks any. Fred was sporting a particularly trendy black leather coat and sunglasses, although he was indoors, and his flaming locks were spiked to extraordinary heights. He had brought Gabrielle's older sister, Fleur, whom he had been seeing off and on for several months now. George was also dressed to kill, in a black Muggle suit with a brand name something like "Ramani" and a fine gold chain on his pocket to match the gold trim on his top hat. His date was unknown to Ginny, some random Model Witch . . . she could swear she'd seen the girl dressed skimpily throughout the pages of Madame Malkin's lingerie catalog.

Last but certainly not least was Harry. Ginny's knees trembled as The-Boy- Who-Lived approached her. Strangely enough, he was here without Cho Chang or Luna Lovegood, his usual two dates for every even known to man. Harry looked as fabulous to Ginny as he always did, his school days and skinny schoolboy self gone forever. He was definitely a man now, with his 6 foot 6 inch height and his muscular physique. However, his face still had the strangest charm about it. He refused to wear anything but his old glasses, his brilliant green eyes sparkling behind their lenses. His hair still managed to stick straight up in some places, and just lay the wrong way in others, but he still managed to look undeniably sexy in even his hand- knitted sweater and stiff khakis. He approached Ginny, smiling widely.

"Hello, Ginny dear . . . " he said, taking her hand to lead her inside, "how have you been?"

Ginny thought her heart would melt.