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Summary: Alternate Universe Fiction. Harry's parents were not killed that Halloween night by Voldemort. They were killed the next day by Severus Snape. Voldemort sees Harry takes him in as his son and heir. Harry grows up into a World where his name is as scary as his Voldemort's. His best friend is Draco Malfoy and he has everything he wants, but the one thing he can not have is Ginny Weasley's love. He orders her to marry him, but then Draco gets upset.
Everything is Nothing
KTBallerina
Chapter 2
Ginny lay in bed thinking about the events of the day. She was being forced to marry the heir to the Dark Lord. Her six brothers' lives depended on her. She had never met any of her family as far as she remembered. Perhaps the only good thing is that I will be able to meet them, she thought still very unhappy.
A rush of hatred washed over her. Why did Voldemort have to have such a horrible son? Draco's father was evil, but Draco was not. Why could not Draco be the Dark Lord's heir? Ginny was surprised Harry had postponed the wedding for an entire year. Personally, she wanted it over and done with so she could start her eternal suffering. She worried about Draco.
Her lover, her friend, he had always been there for her. Ginny was not naïve enough to believe she was Draco's cousin, she was nowhere on the Black family tree or posses the looks of any of the Malfoys. Draco and her had become instantaneous friends, once they realized that neither of them was fond of Harry Riddle. Ginny felt trapped and alone, she had to find a way to get out of this mess. She disregarded one plan after another. Finally, realizing not sleeping was not going to help her situation she relaxed and cried herself to sleep. She dreamed Draco and her ran away to another place and they lived happily ever after.
Ginny was not the only one who had trouble sleeping that night Harry sat in the library pretending to be reading, but his eyes were not even looking at the words. Draco entered through the door and did not even notice him, until he Harry cleared his throat.
"Evening, my Lord," Draco said absently giving a short bow.
"Draco? What is wrong with you? In all our lives you have never greeted me as 'My Lord,' except when our fathers are in the room," Harry asked looking at him with concern. Perhaps this was not the real Draco Malfoy, Harry thought.
"Sorry, Harry. I am just a bit preoccupied," Draco answered not looking at him.
"Come on, Draco we have been the best of friends since we were three. Are you telling me you are keeping secret," Harry said his voice silky.
"My cousin is troubled," Draco said pretending he still believed Ginny to be his cousin.
"What did she tell you?" Harry demanded angrily.
"Just that she wanted to, er, get married sooner," Draco improvised quickly not wanting to tell him the truth.
"Really? I suppose that could be arranged," Harry mused. "I know Ginny is like a little sister to you, so that makes us brothers, even more so than now."
"Yeah, she is like my little sister," Draco said meaningfully.
"Are you worried I am going to hurt her?" Harry asked almost laughing.
"What if I said yes?" Draco asked boldly.
"I would say, lay all fears to rest. I love her, I swear. I would do anything for her," Harry answered solemnly. "Is that why you were so preoccupied tonight?"
"Yes," he lied. "I think I was a little concerned for you too."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"If you had given me any other answer I would have had to kill you," Draco replied smiling.
"Oh yeah?" Harry asked trying to sound intimidating while he was laughing.
"Yep," Draco answered laughing.
"So I have your approval?" Harry asked mockingly.
"I do not know, some of your friends have the worst manners," Draco said smirking. "Just kidding."
"What about you, Draco?" he asked.
"What about me?" Draco inquired.
"Are you going to get married?" Harry said as though it was the most obvious thing in the World.
"I do not know," Draco answered wanting to steer away from this subject. "Well, I think I am going to bed now."
"Goodnight, Draco," he said.
"Goodnight," he called.
And so the Manor's many occupants all fell asleep hoping tomorrow was a better day. It would turn out to be one of the most horrible days for everyone in the house.
Ginny woke to the sound of her alarm clock and for about three blissful seconds everything in her life was perfect. Then she remembered yesterday's events and promptly burst into tears. Around her room rose petals were scattered, but knowing who they had come from made them seem ugly and defiled. She dressed quickly and went downstairs for breakfast hoping Harry had been killed during the night in some gory, bloody, agonizing way. Picturing his tragic demise she smiled as she sat down at the table. As usual she was the last one at the table she noticed that she, Draco, and Harry were the only ones present. Harry blew her a kiss which she caught and returned. Draco watched the exchange and had to fight the reaction the lose his breakfast.
"How did you sleep?" Harry asked Ginny.
"Fine," she said indifferently. "Thank you for the roses."
"Roses?" Harry asked dumbly. "I did not leave you any roses." Draco smirked, but continued to eat.
"That was the house elves," Draco explained, "they felt the room needed a tad more color."
"It was very beautiful," Ginny said looking at Draco and smiling.
"What is on the agenda today?" Draco asked Harry.
"I have to finalize a few plans by noon, but then I can do as I wish," Harry said looking at Ginny once more.
"I was hoping to see my brothers today," Ginny said giving Harry a cold hard look.
"Not today," Harry said brushing away the request. Draco cleared his throat.
"You promised," Ginny said softly.
"I have to finish these plans," Harry argued. Draco threw him a small angry glance.
"I can take her to see her brothers if you want," Draco said.
"No, I will take her when it is convenient for me," Harry said with finality in his voice.
"When will that be?" Ginny demanded.
"I will tell you," Harry said matter-of-factly.
"I hate-"
"it when I have to kill people when their sister will not behave," Harry finished. "Please stop, otherwise there may be some unwanted results."
"Harry, you are scaring her," Draco said softly so Ginny could not hear. "I thought you said you would not hurt her."
"You can see you brothers tonight," Harry said decidedly.
"Thank you," Ginny said rising to her feet and hugging Harry. Harry liked this feeling and decided pleasing her was a lot more desirable than tormenting her. Ginny left the room and skipped down the hallway with joy.
"Good move, Harry," Draco said.
"I said I loved her and would do anything for her," he said. Draco nodded. "Well, I have business to attend to and so I must go."
"See you later," Draco called. Draco walked out of the breakfast room and walked towards the library. This was Draco's sanctuary. He walked up and down the aisles searching for a book he had not read. An unmarked green leather bound book caught his eye. He opened the first page and found it was a sort of diary. He sat down in a large comfy chair and began to read.
Today I have found my heir. His looks are similar to mine. Black hair, but he has green eyes. He is not my son, but James and Lily Potter's son. His name is Harold James Potter, but the World shall know him as Harold James Riddle. His second in command shall be none other than Draco Malfoy, Lucius' son. I promised Lucius this if he could kill Albus Dumbledore.
Draco was in shock. He had the proof Harry was not Voldemort's son, but the son of James and Lily Potter. He read on. He read how James and Lily had been killed by a man named Severus Snape who was in turn killed by Voldemort. Then he saw another name he recognized. Weasley.
Today Lucius killed the Weasleys. There will be no way to discover it was him, everyone will have no choice but to believe that it was the work of the traitor, Snape. Their seven children have been sent to live with various pureblood families. The youngest was given to Narcissa who I know has always wanted a daughter.
Draco's mind could not believe his eyes, his father had killed Ginny's parents. Then his eyes read one more line and knew everything was going to change.
I am ashamed to admit that I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, am not a pure blood wizard. My father was a muggle.
Draco had to find Ginny, to show her the book, but how could he explain about her parents being dead knowing his father had killed them. He ran to her room all the same.
"Ginny!" he yelled pounding on her door.
"What are you doing here Draco?" she asked bewildered.
"Read this," he instructed. Her eyes passed over the first passage and she smiled.
"Harry is not, this means he can not," Ginny tried to say.
"There is more," Draco said showing her the last section.
"He is a mudblood!" she cried.
"There is another section, but promise me-"
"What is the meaning of this?" Harry demanded entering the room.
"Meaning of what?" Ginny asked innocently.
"All the yelling and what is he doing in your room," Harry said as though it was obvious.
"We were just talking, but then we started a fight about him leaving his stuff all over the place," Ginny said nodding her head in Draco's direction.
"Well, if you want to see your brothers I can take you now," Harry said feeling as though he should break up this little spat.
"Thank you so much," Ginny said.
"Hand," Harry muttered. Reluctantly Ginny placed her small hand in Harry's and they went down stairs. Harry could not help, but notice their hands fit perfectly together.
"We have to take a carriage to where they are, it's a no apparition zone," he explained. Ginny nodded. Harry helped her into the carriage and climbed in after her.
"I really do appreciate you taking me to see my brothers. I can not remember them," she said quietly.
"If you wanted to show your gratitude you could kiss me," Harry said softly. Ginny leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
"You do have some very caring family members," Harry said.
"Who?" Ginny asked.
"Your cousin, Draco. Last night he told me how you were like a little sister to him and about how he worried about you," Harry explained.
"Draco is like a brother to me too," Ginny said hoping he believed her. "For a long time you were like a brother to me."
"Me?" Harry asked.
"Well, yeah. I mean Narcissa raised all three of us, we grew up together, and you and Draco are like brothers," Ginny said timidly.
"So you do not hate me, if I am your brother, right?" Harry asked smiling.
"So you do not want to marry your sister, right?" she mimicked.
"You really should not throw it in my face," Harry said no longer smiling.
"It was only a joke," she said defensively.
"It was not! Driver turn around!" Harry called. Ginny let out a squeal of protest, but Harry ignored her.
"Harry, please!" she pleaded looking into cold green eyes.
"No, not until you can behave," Harry snapped.
"I am sorry, I did not mean to say it," Ginny said almost in tears.
"Maybe next time you will not," Harry said his voice razor sharp.
"PLEASE?" she demanded. Ginny was crying her sobs shook the carriage. Ginny then understood what she had to do, she leaned over to Harry and kissed him softly. "I am sorry," she whispered.
"I know you are," he replied. He began to placed a kiss on her neck, which sent shivers up her spine. Ginny was sickened by his touch.
"Harry, do you think we could fall in love," she asked trying to sound as though it was what she wanted more than anything else in the World.
"I already love you," he answered steadily.
"Love is a two way street. I think I could love you," Ginny lied.
"Driver, turn around. I said Ginny could see her brothers today," Harry called to the man driving the carriage.
"Thank you," Ginny said kissing him on the cheek.
"Do you love me?" he asked.
"No, but I can trust you now," Ginny said honestly.
"That is a beginning," he answered. The carriage came to a stop and Harry helped Ginny out of the carriage.
They passed into a small building, Harry muttered a charm so they could enter. Inside were seven red-headed men who all turned to look at Harry and Ginny.
"These are your brothers," Harry said smiling at Ginny's delight.
"I am Percy, that is Bill, that is Charlie, the twins are Fred and George, and his name is Ron," Percy said pointing to all the kids in turn.
"Hello, I am Ginny," she said timidly. Harry cleared his throat softly. "This is Harry Riddle, my fiancée." She glanced around the room, it was well furnished and clean. At least it was not a dungeon, she thought.
"Will you tell me about our parents?" she asked shyly.
"They were loving-"
"They were poor-"
"They always wanted a daughter-"
"They were murdered," came Bill's voice. He looked over at Harry, who shook his head.
"Do any of you have a picture?" she asked slowly. They all drew the same photograph out of their pockets. Ginny saw her parents surrounded by their seven kids smiling and waving at them in the photograph.
"I can not remember them either," Ron said shortly. Ginny smiled at her youngest older brother who looked as unhappy as she did.
"I remember seeing you, and the twins at the Crouchs' house. And you three lived with Bellatrix, Narcissa's sister," Ginny said recognition dawning on her.
"Yeah, we were not allowed to tell you who we were," Fred said.
"When are you marrying him," Charlie asked trying to break the awkward silence. Ginny opened her mouth to say in a year, but before she could Harry spoke.
"In three months," he answered simply. Ginny turned her gaze to him, but said nothing. "We have to be leaving, but Ginny and I will come again, perhaps," Harry said.
"Goodbye," she said.
"Goodbye," they chorused.
Harry and Ginny climbed into the carriage again. They rode for a few moments in silence, but the feelings in the air were tangible, almost.
"Harry," Ginny said.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I can never tell you how happy that made me. You can never know-"
"Yes you can. It will be how happy I will be when you marry me," he said shortly. "I mean when you say you love me and mean it."
"You changed the date," she said simply.
"Someone told me you did not like the idea of waiting," he said knowledgeably. He reached over and put his arm around her shoulder, goose bumps appeared on her milky skin. "Is my touch that horrible?"
"No, I am just cold," she lied.
"Do not lie to me," he said angrily.
"It just feels wrong to me," she answered shortly. He removed his arm. Not wanting him to be angry, she reached over and held his hand. He looked at her as though trying to decide what he wanted. He kissed her softly on the cheek and much to his surprise no goose bumps appeared on her skin.
Then the unthinkable happened, Harry put his arms around her and she neither struggled or protested, she fell asleep in his arms.
Harry was not surprised to find they fit together perfectly. Perhaps he had found a way to make her love him.
Ginny for the first time since she had fallen in love with Draco, saw another face as she fell asleep. Harry gently moved a strand of hair off her face.
"Sweet dreams, my love," he whispered into her ear. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she muttered sleepily not knowing what she was saying, or whom she was saying it to. Harry smiled, he would give this girl anything she wanted.
She was his, she belonged to him and no one else. Harry had everything. His loyal best friend and right hand, the love of his life, and would one day rule the wizarding World. Life was wonderful.
A/N: I need 10 reviews before I can continue, so review, review, review! P.S. Please tell me whether the story is worth continuing.
Summary: Alternate Universe Fiction. Harry's parents were not killed that Halloween night by Voldemort. They were killed the next day by Severus Snape. Voldemort sees Harry takes him in as his son and heir. Harry grows up into a World where his name is as scary as his Voldemort's. His best friend is Draco Malfoy and he has everything he wants, but the one thing he can not have is Ginny Weasley's love. He orders her to marry him, but then Draco gets upset.
Everything is Nothing
KTBallerina
Chapter 2
Ginny lay in bed thinking about the events of the day. She was being forced to marry the heir to the Dark Lord. Her six brothers' lives depended on her. She had never met any of her family as far as she remembered. Perhaps the only good thing is that I will be able to meet them, she thought still very unhappy.
A rush of hatred washed over her. Why did Voldemort have to have such a horrible son? Draco's father was evil, but Draco was not. Why could not Draco be the Dark Lord's heir? Ginny was surprised Harry had postponed the wedding for an entire year. Personally, she wanted it over and done with so she could start her eternal suffering. She worried about Draco.
Her lover, her friend, he had always been there for her. Ginny was not naïve enough to believe she was Draco's cousin, she was nowhere on the Black family tree or posses the looks of any of the Malfoys. Draco and her had become instantaneous friends, once they realized that neither of them was fond of Harry Riddle. Ginny felt trapped and alone, she had to find a way to get out of this mess. She disregarded one plan after another. Finally, realizing not sleeping was not going to help her situation she relaxed and cried herself to sleep. She dreamed Draco and her ran away to another place and they lived happily ever after.
Ginny was not the only one who had trouble sleeping that night Harry sat in the library pretending to be reading, but his eyes were not even looking at the words. Draco entered through the door and did not even notice him, until he Harry cleared his throat.
"Evening, my Lord," Draco said absently giving a short bow.
"Draco? What is wrong with you? In all our lives you have never greeted me as 'My Lord,' except when our fathers are in the room," Harry asked looking at him with concern. Perhaps this was not the real Draco Malfoy, Harry thought.
"Sorry, Harry. I am just a bit preoccupied," Draco answered not looking at him.
"Come on, Draco we have been the best of friends since we were three. Are you telling me you are keeping secret," Harry said his voice silky.
"My cousin is troubled," Draco said pretending he still believed Ginny to be his cousin.
"What did she tell you?" Harry demanded angrily.
"Just that she wanted to, er, get married sooner," Draco improvised quickly not wanting to tell him the truth.
"Really? I suppose that could be arranged," Harry mused. "I know Ginny is like a little sister to you, so that makes us brothers, even more so than now."
"Yeah, she is like my little sister," Draco said meaningfully.
"Are you worried I am going to hurt her?" Harry asked almost laughing.
"What if I said yes?" Draco asked boldly.
"I would say, lay all fears to rest. I love her, I swear. I would do anything for her," Harry answered solemnly. "Is that why you were so preoccupied tonight?"
"Yes," he lied. "I think I was a little concerned for you too."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"If you had given me any other answer I would have had to kill you," Draco replied smiling.
"Oh yeah?" Harry asked trying to sound intimidating while he was laughing.
"Yep," Draco answered laughing.
"So I have your approval?" Harry asked mockingly.
"I do not know, some of your friends have the worst manners," Draco said smirking. "Just kidding."
"What about you, Draco?" he asked.
"What about me?" Draco inquired.
"Are you going to get married?" Harry said as though it was the most obvious thing in the World.
"I do not know," Draco answered wanting to steer away from this subject. "Well, I think I am going to bed now."
"Goodnight, Draco," he said.
"Goodnight," he called.
And so the Manor's many occupants all fell asleep hoping tomorrow was a better day. It would turn out to be one of the most horrible days for everyone in the house.
Ginny woke to the sound of her alarm clock and for about three blissful seconds everything in her life was perfect. Then she remembered yesterday's events and promptly burst into tears. Around her room rose petals were scattered, but knowing who they had come from made them seem ugly and defiled. She dressed quickly and went downstairs for breakfast hoping Harry had been killed during the night in some gory, bloody, agonizing way. Picturing his tragic demise she smiled as she sat down at the table. As usual she was the last one at the table she noticed that she, Draco, and Harry were the only ones present. Harry blew her a kiss which she caught and returned. Draco watched the exchange and had to fight the reaction the lose his breakfast.
"How did you sleep?" Harry asked Ginny.
"Fine," she said indifferently. "Thank you for the roses."
"Roses?" Harry asked dumbly. "I did not leave you any roses." Draco smirked, but continued to eat.
"That was the house elves," Draco explained, "they felt the room needed a tad more color."
"It was very beautiful," Ginny said looking at Draco and smiling.
"What is on the agenda today?" Draco asked Harry.
"I have to finalize a few plans by noon, but then I can do as I wish," Harry said looking at Ginny once more.
"I was hoping to see my brothers today," Ginny said giving Harry a cold hard look.
"Not today," Harry said brushing away the request. Draco cleared his throat.
"You promised," Ginny said softly.
"I have to finish these plans," Harry argued. Draco threw him a small angry glance.
"I can take her to see her brothers if you want," Draco said.
"No, I will take her when it is convenient for me," Harry said with finality in his voice.
"When will that be?" Ginny demanded.
"I will tell you," Harry said matter-of-factly.
"I hate-"
"it when I have to kill people when their sister will not behave," Harry finished. "Please stop, otherwise there may be some unwanted results."
"Harry, you are scaring her," Draco said softly so Ginny could not hear. "I thought you said you would not hurt her."
"You can see you brothers tonight," Harry said decidedly.
"Thank you," Ginny said rising to her feet and hugging Harry. Harry liked this feeling and decided pleasing her was a lot more desirable than tormenting her. Ginny left the room and skipped down the hallway with joy.
"Good move, Harry," Draco said.
"I said I loved her and would do anything for her," he said. Draco nodded. "Well, I have business to attend to and so I must go."
"See you later," Draco called. Draco walked out of the breakfast room and walked towards the library. This was Draco's sanctuary. He walked up and down the aisles searching for a book he had not read. An unmarked green leather bound book caught his eye. He opened the first page and found it was a sort of diary. He sat down in a large comfy chair and began to read.
Today I have found my heir. His looks are similar to mine. Black hair, but he has green eyes. He is not my son, but James and Lily Potter's son. His name is Harold James Potter, but the World shall know him as Harold James Riddle. His second in command shall be none other than Draco Malfoy, Lucius' son. I promised Lucius this if he could kill Albus Dumbledore.
Draco was in shock. He had the proof Harry was not Voldemort's son, but the son of James and Lily Potter. He read on. He read how James and Lily had been killed by a man named Severus Snape who was in turn killed by Voldemort. Then he saw another name he recognized. Weasley.
Today Lucius killed the Weasleys. There will be no way to discover it was him, everyone will have no choice but to believe that it was the work of the traitor, Snape. Their seven children have been sent to live with various pureblood families. The youngest was given to Narcissa who I know has always wanted a daughter.
Draco's mind could not believe his eyes, his father had killed Ginny's parents. Then his eyes read one more line and knew everything was going to change.
I am ashamed to admit that I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, am not a pure blood wizard. My father was a muggle.
Draco had to find Ginny, to show her the book, but how could he explain about her parents being dead knowing his father had killed them. He ran to her room all the same.
"Ginny!" he yelled pounding on her door.
"What are you doing here Draco?" she asked bewildered.
"Read this," he instructed. Her eyes passed over the first passage and she smiled.
"Harry is not, this means he can not," Ginny tried to say.
"There is more," Draco said showing her the last section.
"He is a mudblood!" she cried.
"There is another section, but promise me-"
"What is the meaning of this?" Harry demanded entering the room.
"Meaning of what?" Ginny asked innocently.
"All the yelling and what is he doing in your room," Harry said as though it was obvious.
"We were just talking, but then we started a fight about him leaving his stuff all over the place," Ginny said nodding her head in Draco's direction.
"Well, if you want to see your brothers I can take you now," Harry said feeling as though he should break up this little spat.
"Thank you so much," Ginny said.
"Hand," Harry muttered. Reluctantly Ginny placed her small hand in Harry's and they went down stairs. Harry could not help, but notice their hands fit perfectly together.
"We have to take a carriage to where they are, it's a no apparition zone," he explained. Ginny nodded. Harry helped her into the carriage and climbed in after her.
"I really do appreciate you taking me to see my brothers. I can not remember them," she said quietly.
"If you wanted to show your gratitude you could kiss me," Harry said softly. Ginny leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
"You do have some very caring family members," Harry said.
"Who?" Ginny asked.
"Your cousin, Draco. Last night he told me how you were like a little sister to him and about how he worried about you," Harry explained.
"Draco is like a brother to me too," Ginny said hoping he believed her. "For a long time you were like a brother to me."
"Me?" Harry asked.
"Well, yeah. I mean Narcissa raised all three of us, we grew up together, and you and Draco are like brothers," Ginny said timidly.
"So you do not hate me, if I am your brother, right?" Harry asked smiling.
"So you do not want to marry your sister, right?" she mimicked.
"You really should not throw it in my face," Harry said no longer smiling.
"It was only a joke," she said defensively.
"It was not! Driver turn around!" Harry called. Ginny let out a squeal of protest, but Harry ignored her.
"Harry, please!" she pleaded looking into cold green eyes.
"No, not until you can behave," Harry snapped.
"I am sorry, I did not mean to say it," Ginny said almost in tears.
"Maybe next time you will not," Harry said his voice razor sharp.
"PLEASE?" she demanded. Ginny was crying her sobs shook the carriage. Ginny then understood what she had to do, she leaned over to Harry and kissed him softly. "I am sorry," she whispered.
"I know you are," he replied. He began to placed a kiss on her neck, which sent shivers up her spine. Ginny was sickened by his touch.
"Harry, do you think we could fall in love," she asked trying to sound as though it was what she wanted more than anything else in the World.
"I already love you," he answered steadily.
"Love is a two way street. I think I could love you," Ginny lied.
"Driver, turn around. I said Ginny could see her brothers today," Harry called to the man driving the carriage.
"Thank you," Ginny said kissing him on the cheek.
"Do you love me?" he asked.
"No, but I can trust you now," Ginny said honestly.
"That is a beginning," he answered. The carriage came to a stop and Harry helped Ginny out of the carriage.
They passed into a small building, Harry muttered a charm so they could enter. Inside were seven red-headed men who all turned to look at Harry and Ginny.
"These are your brothers," Harry said smiling at Ginny's delight.
"I am Percy, that is Bill, that is Charlie, the twins are Fred and George, and his name is Ron," Percy said pointing to all the kids in turn.
"Hello, I am Ginny," she said timidly. Harry cleared his throat softly. "This is Harry Riddle, my fiancée." She glanced around the room, it was well furnished and clean. At least it was not a dungeon, she thought.
"Will you tell me about our parents?" she asked shyly.
"They were loving-"
"They were poor-"
"They always wanted a daughter-"
"They were murdered," came Bill's voice. He looked over at Harry, who shook his head.
"Do any of you have a picture?" she asked slowly. They all drew the same photograph out of their pockets. Ginny saw her parents surrounded by their seven kids smiling and waving at them in the photograph.
"I can not remember them either," Ron said shortly. Ginny smiled at her youngest older brother who looked as unhappy as she did.
"I remember seeing you, and the twins at the Crouchs' house. And you three lived with Bellatrix, Narcissa's sister," Ginny said recognition dawning on her.
"Yeah, we were not allowed to tell you who we were," Fred said.
"When are you marrying him," Charlie asked trying to break the awkward silence. Ginny opened her mouth to say in a year, but before she could Harry spoke.
"In three months," he answered simply. Ginny turned her gaze to him, but said nothing. "We have to be leaving, but Ginny and I will come again, perhaps," Harry said.
"Goodbye," she said.
"Goodbye," they chorused.
Harry and Ginny climbed into the carriage again. They rode for a few moments in silence, but the feelings in the air were tangible, almost.
"Harry," Ginny said.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I can never tell you how happy that made me. You can never know-"
"Yes you can. It will be how happy I will be when you marry me," he said shortly. "I mean when you say you love me and mean it."
"You changed the date," she said simply.
"Someone told me you did not like the idea of waiting," he said knowledgeably. He reached over and put his arm around her shoulder, goose bumps appeared on her milky skin. "Is my touch that horrible?"
"No, I am just cold," she lied.
"Do not lie to me," he said angrily.
"It just feels wrong to me," she answered shortly. He removed his arm. Not wanting him to be angry, she reached over and held his hand. He looked at her as though trying to decide what he wanted. He kissed her softly on the cheek and much to his surprise no goose bumps appeared on her skin.
Then the unthinkable happened, Harry put his arms around her and she neither struggled or protested, she fell asleep in his arms.
Harry was not surprised to find they fit together perfectly. Perhaps he had found a way to make her love him.
Ginny for the first time since she had fallen in love with Draco, saw another face as she fell asleep. Harry gently moved a strand of hair off her face.
"Sweet dreams, my love," he whispered into her ear. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she muttered sleepily not knowing what she was saying, or whom she was saying it to. Harry smiled, he would give this girl anything she wanted.
She was his, she belonged to him and no one else. Harry had everything. His loyal best friend and right hand, the love of his life, and would one day rule the wizarding World. Life was wonderful.
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