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: Ah, the ending as promised. Thanks for the reviews.

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The first thing Harry noticed as he began to wake up was he was warm now and more comfortable than he had ever felt in his entire life. The second thing he noticed was that he was holding someone and that they were in bed together.

Forcing one eye open, he saw a waterfall of red hair and smiled.

"Am I in heaven?" he asked softly, smiling as he cuddled up to her more.

"No, but you're going to be if you don't let go of our little sister," came a stern voice from foot of the bed.

Looking up, Harry could make out five blurry figures all with red hair. Swinging his arm over, he found his glasses. Putting them on, he saw four angry brothers and a slightly grinning Mr. Weasley. Harry sat up what he could, considering one of his arms was under Ginny. It was then he realized he was only wearing his pants.

"What happened?" he asked a loud.

"Ah, Mr. Potter you're awake," Madam Pomfrey said as she came into view, holding a few vials of liquid in her hand. "Maybe you'll be so kind as to get out of Miss Weasley's bed now. But first drink this."

A vial full of vile smelling liquid was thrust into his hand. Harry cringed, but drank it, trying not to gag as it went down.

"That's to prevent any more dillusions," the hospital matron said sternly, before setting another vial aside. "That's for Miss Weasley when she wakes up, which should be soon.

"What dillusions?" Harry choked out. "And why am I . . . undressed?"

"Both you and Miss Weasley were soaked through and in shock. We had to get the wet clothes off of you," Madam Pomfrey answered. "We placed warming charms on each of you. This helped almost immediately, but because of the shock both of you seemed to get a bit dillusional."

"Yeah," George said. "We went to get dry clothes and you freaked out. Ginny kept thrashing in her bed and you just went right on over there and climbed in bed with our partially-clad sister! Not to mention you kept professing your undying love for her and asking her not to leave you."

Harry gulped and looked down at Ginny. Sure enough, her undergarments was all she had on besides the blanket, which was covering both of them. Harry felt his cheeks flush.

"Body heat warms people up anyway. That's the only reason I let you two stay like that. Normally that is completely unappropriate behavior," snapped Madam Pomfrey. "It seemed to calm Miss Weasley down also."

"Oh, er . . . well," Harry said at a completely loss for words. Then, Harry was certain he lost his mind, Ginny rolled over and opened her eyes. It took a second and then the shock of Harry being in bed with her kicked in. Ginny shrieked and jumped back in bed, causing her to nearly fall off. Harry, using his seeker like reflexes caught a hold of her waist before she toppled over and pulled her closer to him.

Unfortunately, now three things happened. Ginny realized neither her or Harry were completely dressed. Harry's body realized he was holding the woman he loved incredibly close to him, while his mind reminded him her brothers and father were standing at the foot of the bed. Both him and Ginny were embarassed.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked softly.

Despite his mind telling him to let go of her, his arms refused to do so. "We were in shock and cold from being in the rain last night. I think the two of us were a little dillusional and I may have climbed into bed with you."

"Oh," she squeeked.

"Ginny, I'm so sorry about everything," Harry said tenderly. "I didn't know about everything. I was completely out of line and so bloody stupid, idiotic and everything else. I've been a complete git lately and a blind fool the last seven years."

It seemed like an eternity past before Ginny looked up at Harry for a moment with her big brown eyes. She said nothing, but after a few minutes she shook her head and began to move.

"Harry, let go of me please," Ginny said struggling a bit. "I want to get up."

"I just want to apologize for everything. Please I have something important to tell you first before you get up," he said. "And if you won't stay here I'll follow you where ever you go and tell you there."

"Harry, I have to use the loo."

This caused snickers to erupt from the rest of the Weasley family.

"Er, all right then," Harry said letting go of her.

Ginny started to get up and pull the blanket with her. Harry yanked at the blanket, aware that he was only clad in his boxers.

"Harry, I need the blanket," she snapped turning a bit red.

"Yeah," he said before letting it go and quickly placing a pillow in his lap. "Sorry."

Harry had donned some trousers and a shirt by the time Ginny was out of the loo. Unfortunately, he had also had a rather awkward conversation with her family during that time as well. Her family had gone down to breakfast, and Harry remained sitting on the hospital bed until she came back in the room.

She had a simple sundress on when she came back. One of her brothers had put it outside the door to the loo before she went in.

"I want to thank you for keeping me warm last night," she said quietly as she looked down on the floor. "I am sorry I was a further inconvenience for you."

"You're not an inconvenience," he said reaching up and grabbing a hold of her hand. He pulled her down to sit beside him. "Ginny I meant it when I said I was sorry. I have been such a git it's been unbelievable. I finally got some sense knocked into me last night. You don't know how scared I was when I thought you were . . . It's just that I've finally realized that I care about you greatly."

"Harry, don't lie," Ginny said sternly looking at him as she took her hand away from his. "It doesn't suit you. I'll be fine. You don't need to cheer me up."

Harry looked at her astonished. Here he was going to confess his love for her and she didn't believe him. Then again, he thought after everything that has happened how could she believe him?

"I love you Ginny," he said softly taking her hand in his again. "And I can prove it."

"Please don't Harry," she pleaded as tears formed in her eyes. "I can't take —"

"Your favorite month is May because of the flowers," he said his voice cracking. "Your middle name is Molly. You stole your brothers brooms when you were younger so you could play Quidditch. Your favorite color is emerald green, though you don't want to admit it because it's close to Slytherin green. You gave up on me because I was a complete and utter prat who saw you but didn't see you until he got some sense knocked into him and got scared to death you were going to leave him for good, even for just a minute."

"Harry," she said as a tear streamed down her cheek. "I want to believe you, but I can't. Not now, not after the things you said the other day. I think it's best if maybe we go our separate ways."

Harry felt his heart plummet to the dungeons. "No, I can't do that Ginny. I do love you please don't break my heart. I know that would be justice for me ignoring you so long, but please don't."

"I can't believe you love me Harry," she said softly, wiping a tear away. "I've gone through too much. I just don't think I can believe you."

"Then I will do everything I can for the rest of our lives to prove it to you Gin," he said, squeezing her hand. "I promise you I am completely in love with you."

Harry held true to his word. He did everything he could to prove his love to her for the next five years. Ginny, had not been to light on him. She had tried not to make him a big part of her life, in case Harry changed his mind. Ginny had even dated someone else for two weeks, which had driven Harry so insane that the twins actually considered putting him in St. Mungo's. That might have been what proved to her that he indeed truly loved her. Harry and Ginny were married later that year.

Fifteen years later, Harry still wondered how he could be so blind as to not have seen how lovely Ginny was sooner as he yelled for his and Ginny's children to come inside from the yard.

"Sirus James put that down!" he yelled as his youngest son, a three-year- old with a mop of messy black hair and glasses, held up a garden gnome he wanted to bring inside. "Don't you know those bite!"

He heard the one of the twins snickering before he heard the other start to complain.

"Dad! She took my book!" screamed an eight-year-old black-haired boy with freckles as he pointed to his twin sister. "And she's eating before supper!"

"Tattle tail!" snapped his twin, a girl with red-hair and green eyes. "I'm starving, and Ron reads too much anyways!"

"Hermione Molly Lillian Potter, how many times have your mother and I told you not to eat before supper?" Harry sighed, wondering if Ron and Hermione were getting even with each other in heaven by having their namesakes act like the other. "Give Ron back his book."

"I shouldn't really it says bad things about you Daddy," Hermione said.

"What is it?"

"A book about famous people today," Ron said looking down. "It says you don't like to go out in public or talk about the war and you hide behind mum's shirttail or skirttail 'cause people are scared of her."

"I do not hide behind your mother's skirttail," Harry snapped as he went over to where Sirus still held onto the gnome. "And no one's scared of your mother! I want to see that book as soon as I get in the house."

"I'm scared of mum when she uses the 'right now' voice," he heard Ron whisper.

"Uncle George says she made Daddy faint once she scared him so bad," said Hermione. "Uncle Charlie says her temper can be like a hornback's too."

Harry was going to correct his daughter when he heard Ginny yell out from the kitchen, "Honey!"

"We're out here!" he yelled back trying to pry the garden gnome out of Sirus's hands.

Ginny laughed as she looked out in the backyard. Shaking her head, she walked out to where Harry and Sirus were.

"Sirus, let go honey," she said the laughter in her voice apparent at Harry's failure to get the creature out of his son's hands. As soon as Sirus saw Ginny, he dropped the gnome, which immediately kicked Harry in the shin and went running. The little boy ran up to his mum and wrapped his arms around her.

Ginny picked up the little boy and hugged him tight.

"You look more like Daddy every day," she told him, trying to straighten his messy hair.

Harry limped over to his wife, cursing the garden gnome under his breath. He kissed her on the cheek and set Sirus down before wrapping his arm around her waist.

"How are Fred and Angelina?" he asked before placing a kiss on her lips.

"Fine," she said smiling as she pulled back. "Besides the great Harry Potter not being able to handle a garden gnome anything new going on since I left?"

"I think Ron got ahold of a book he wasn't suppose to," Harry frowned.

Ginny's face turned into a scowl, "Don't tell me George tried to give him one of those books again. I'll tryout my new hex on him."

"No, this one says something about me hiding behind your skirttail, not that it's not a nice place to hide behind," he said his eyes dancing.

Ginny rolled her eyes before yelling out "Ronald Albus Potter come here this instant!"

"It's the right now voice," Harry heard Ron say before the boy came over to his parents, holding the questionable book in his hands.

"What is this I hear about this book you've got?" Ginny said sternly.

"I got it from the wizarding library. It says daddy doesn't go out much in public and you're a little scary," the little boy said softly.

"Ron, am I scary?" Ginny asked gently.

"That depends if you're going to punish me or not," the boy answered as Harry bit back a laugh.

"No, but that book's going back and I'm writing a letter to the author," Ginny said before leaning down. "Your father and I don't go out in public much for a reason. We like to stay home with you and your brother and sister more than we like going out. That makes sense doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Good," she said getting up. "Now get your brother and Hermione and tell them to get in the house and wash up for dinner."

Ron smiled and took off to get his siblings. Shaking her head, Ginny looked up at Harry. He quickly wrapped his arms around her.

"It's a wonder we don't have more children seeming how I was only gone half an hour and you can't keep your hands off me," she teased.

"I don't think I could handle anymore," Harry sighed, before a grin crossed his face. "Not that I don't mind making them."

Ginny playfully swatted him on the arm. "You're impossible."

"Yes, and am terrible anti-social too according to that book."

"You have to admit, not many people understand the fact that the great Harry Potter is a househusband," Ginny said smiling.

"Then they don't know why I can't stand not to be around you," he said planting a kiss on her. "I love you Gin."

"I love you too Harry," she said softly.