Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.

A/N: This is the end. ENJOY!

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Neville walked between Professors Dumbledore and Snape. The headmaster was leading of course, and to tell the truth Neville had no idea why Snape was coming with them. They rounded the corner of the silent hallway. Neville never noticed how quiet things were when everyone was in class. Not even Mrs. Norris was lurking about.

Finally, the trio made it to the griffin that stood at the entranceway to the headmaster's office.

"Canary creams please," Dumbledore's soft voice said as the griffin sprang to life and revealed the stairs to his office. The headmaster motioned Neville to go up. As he started up the stairs, he realized no one was behind him.

"Aren't you coming Sir?" Neville asked confused.

There was a little bit of a sparkle in Dumbledore's eyes as he shook his head. "No, I believe this is a private conversation between you and Miss Weasley. It would not be wise to have an old man up there witnessing it."

"Oh, all right," Neville said before he disappeared up the stairs.

Snape and Dumbledore watched as he disappeared from sight. Turning quickly to the headmaster, Snape again questioned him.

"Shouldn't we go up there with him? What if she loses whatever sense the Weasley family had to begin with and does something drastic?"

"That is exactly what I'm hoping will happen," the headmaster said smiling.

"What if she tells him what the Dark Lord's name is and then they floo there?" he asked sternly.

"Patience Severus," the headmaster said placing a hand on the professor's shoulders. "Miss Weasley will defuse the situation quicker than anything we could have done. He will not go after Bellatrix until he's ready."

As he finished climbing up the stairs, Neville's mind raced about what exactly he was going to tell Ginny. "Honey I love you but I'm going to avenge my parent's torture and make sure your safe, don't wait up" just didn't seem right.

He reached the top of the stairs and looked around the room. It was a very large office and there were all sorts of glass and bronze items around. They looked important, then again not so important – sort of like an apothecary's scale on a desk. There were several pieces of furniture there as well including a few plush chairs and a scarlet couch, which nearly matched the hair of the woman sitting in it, with her head in her hands

"Ginny?" Neville said finding his voice shook a bit.

She looked up and Neville could see there were a few tears lurking in her eyes.

"Neville?" she asked softly, almost like she was afraid he was going to vanish, before getting up.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" he started to ask her as both of them crossed the room toward each other.

SLAP!

Neville listed his hand to the side of his face, which was throbbing from where Ginny had just hit him. What in Merlin's name was that for, he thought before she hugged him tightly and sobbed on his shoulders. Confused he hugged her back. A second later she pulled back and he wasn't sure if he should prepare to get hit again or what.

Suddenly Ginny was showering him with kisses all around his face. In between each of them, she was saying something.

"Don't" kiss "you" kiss "ever" kiss "scare" kiss "me" like "kiss" that "kiss" again. Kiss. "What" kiss "did" kiss "you" kiss "think" kiss "you" kiss "were" kiss "doing" kiss "thinking" kiss "of" kiss "going" kiss "after" kiss "Lestrange" kiss "by" kiss "yourself?" kiss.

As much as he was enjoying the kisses, he stopped her by pulling away.

"How did you know I was planning on going after Lestrange?"

A sudden fire lit up in Ginny's eyes that he knew marked the beginning of her temper. Angrily she stomped over to the other side of the room.

"Of course!" she yelled stomping away. "How would I know it's not like I'm your GIRLFRIEND or anything! Oh no! I had to hear the story and get the pieces together from Harry, Dumbledore and Snape of all people! Couldn't tell me yourself that you have some stupid, harebrained plan to get yourself killed! Didn't you think I would care?"

"I wasn't going to get killed," Neville said as he began to walk over to her.

She turned quickly toward him and looked at him. He swore that look alone might have sent him to the hospital wing. Quickly he took a step back, and several others as she quickly advanced on him.

"So you just thought you'd leave, kill Lestrange and the rest of the Death Eaters would just let you walk on by is that it? You know it wouldn't be that easy! What was that kiss you gave me yesterday about? Was that your way of telling me good-bye in case something happened!" she yelled as tears ran down her face.

Neville shook his head and tried to wrap his arms around his girlfriend. He knew that might not be the best idea, but he had to calm her down a bit to get her to listen to reason. Ginny tried to struggle against him, but he pulled her tighter into the embrace.

"I wasn't going to leave you Ginny," he said softly into her hair. "I never want to leave you."

"You were going to," she said softly as a sob escaped from her.

Neville felt his heart ache against his chest. He had hurt her. "Ginny I need to explain to you why –"

"I don't want to hear why!" she snapped as she struggled to get away from him again. "I mean less to you than revenge. I know why!"

Now Neville started to get angry. Very seldom did this happen, but she wasn't listening to reason and he wasn't about to lose the woman he loved because of both them being stubborn. Briskly, Neville lead her over to the couch and had her sit down. She huffed, but did so. As soon as she did, Neville kneed before her so he could see her face.

"Ginny Weasley," he said very sternly, taking her hands in his. "You mean more to me than anything else in this whole damn world. I don't know why you even put up with me most of the time. My parents are not the only reason I want to go after Lestrange. She threatened you at the ministry last year remember? I will not stand by and let her hurt you. I have to make sure you are safe because I love you!"

"I am capable of taking care of myself you know," she said quietly with a hint of a smile on her lips.

"I know," Neville said softly, tracing around the back of her hand with his thumb. "I just want to be the one who helps you take care of yourself."

A genuine smile lit up Ginny's face as she leaned down and kissed Neville on the lips. Neville let go of her hands and his hands went to her hips. Ginny's hands went up to his hair. If he was standing, Neville was certain his knees would have given out with the kiss he was getting. He wasn't sure which one of them had started deepening the kiss. It didn't matter. Finally Ginny pulled away and rested her forehead against his. Both of them were breathing a little heavily.

"I love you too," she said softly, her breath tickling his face. "but Merlin help you if you even think about trying something like that again without me with you."

Neville pulled away and was about to argue, when Ginny lightly put her hands on the side of his face, framing it.

"I just want to be the one who helps YOU take care of yourself," she said before kissing him again.

Neville vowed right then and there, both of them would put everything they had into each other and for preparing for the upcoming war. There was no way he'd be able to convince Ginny to stay behind, and no way she would let him go with out her. No matter what else the future held, Neville was confident Ginny would be part of it.

THE END

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A/N: Thanks everyone for reading and review this. I know the ending might have seemed anti-climatic, but I believe J.K.R. has big things in store for Neville during the war and I'm sure this will remain in cannon.

All you reviewers are wonderful. Someone told me the other day that this fan fiction now has the most reviews for a Neville/Ginny ship on fan fiction. I don't know if it's true or not, but I still appreciate everything. I don't know when I'll post my next fic. I've got three ideas I'm toying around with. I'm glad you like everything and thanks once again!