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Summary- Harry and Ginny one-shot fic [Fluff] Harry and Ginny's life after the War, getting ready to go to Ron and Hermione's place for dinner. But they seem to be getting ready for more than that!

Title: My Phoenix

Harry stood by the door way, watching Ginny put on her dress. Her back was turned to him, facing the mirror. His eyes led him to her tanned back, the black bra interfering the perfection. Harry crossed his arms, leaning on the door frame, enjoying the look of her frustrated face of getting ready. She picked up the brown dress and held it to her body, making sure she looked right in it again. With a small moment of hesitation, she unzipped the back and slid into it. Harry grinned as she looked at her self again uneasily. Silly girl, he thought. She turned from side to side, making sure the image was alright then motioning to fix the straps. He watched her slip on a different anklet with a small bird with spread wings, his favorite one. With a swift move, she looked at the mirror and their eyes locked for a brief moment before Ginny shook her head, turning to Harry.

"Do you always have to stand there gawking at me?" Harry took a moment to answer because he was drinking in the vision of her. The brown dress did well for her, the white stitches of flowers flowed on the side and the cherub look she gave was stunning. Her hair framed her face in neat dark red ocean waves.

"I wasn't gawking, who said I was gawking?" he said playfully. He walked over to the bed and sat, not taking his eyes off her. Ginny rolled her eyes and put on the bracelet from the dresser and looked at herself in the mirror again. She turned back to Harry who was sniggering.

"What?" she asked consciously.

"You look beautiful," he said, crossing his arms again and tilting his head smiling. Ginny gave a weak smile then said, "Flattery will get you nowhere." she picked up the lipstick and started applying it. Harry got up with a quick movement and grabbed the lipstick from her hands.

"Hey!" Ginny exclaimed, looking at Harry who towered her by nearly a feet. He grinned, "Don't wear makeup." She put her hands on her hips and starred at him.

"Why not? I need it." Harry widened his grin, setting the lipstick down.

"Exactly," he said, pulling Ginny to him, ignoring the 'Harry!' and breathed into her ear, "You don't need it." Ginny smiled and coiled her arms around his neck, digging her face into his shoulder. Harry held her tight and inhaled her scent of lavender. Yes, the same lavender that helped him remember.

In his seventh year of Hogwarts, the Death Eater's activity had grown tremendously. The flame of revenge for his godfather had left him breathing fire and the fear of losing everyone was something he couldn't bear. On the act of his sudden rage, he sought for Voldemort himself and was taken by Death Eaters to him. They had tortured him for days before he actually faced him. Harry could remember his laughing so clear. The Crucaious Curse left him too weak to battle, and Voldemort took advantage of that.

In the circle of haunting hooded Death Eaters they dueled till the end. The end, how funny the word seemed now that everything was over. Harry was defeated as he lay on the floor, waiting for Voldemort to say the curse. Everything was going to end, right then and there. They say that a man's life flashes before his eyes just as he dies, they were right. It was the smell of lavender that brought the images of Ginny, his two best friends, the Weaslys, Dumbledore, his Hogwarts family into his head. With the very last fiber in his body he conjured up a Killing Curse, hitting Voldemort square in the chest. The sight of him falling to the floor never left his head, even six years later. The remaining Death Eaters had escaped, not one giving a hand to their Dark Lord who was spread on the floor lifeless. He remembered laying there for hours until the Order found him, half dead, waiting to go home.

Home, Harry repeated in his mind, a home he created. He and Ginny had moved in together right after he became an Auror a year ago. He knew that life would be hard without her, since it was her that he was meant to live for. He never had to tell her, nor did she ever ask, but she knew, he needed her. Harry pressed his face into her hair, his eyes closed.

"Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Mmm?"

"I need to get ready." she said. He let go and looked at the girl in front of him. He took out a handkerchief from somewhere and whipped the remaining red lipstick from Ginny's lips.

"Now you are." he said, turning her towards the mirror.

"Fine, have it your way." she replied with a sigh. Ginny picked up the lip gloss and put it on. She faced Harry and spun around.

"Well?" He leaned against the dresser with a wicked grin on his face.

"You look foxy, my lady." he said, bowing his head. Ginny's head snapped back to the mirror.

"Foxy? We're going out to my brother's house and I dressed foxy? I knew this dress-" she started but starred transfixed into the mirror. Harry was fiddling with a clasp of a necklace that appeared on her neck. She touched the silver phoenix, it's spread wings, tracing the orange tinted diamond eye. She starred at the reflection and looked at Harry, lost in words. It was just like her anklet only it was more, gorgeous. He bent down to her ear and whispered,"Happy Anniversary, baby." his hands resting on her shoulders. Ginny's hands left the glamourous locket and touched his hands, her eyes glassy.

"It's beautiful," she whispered back. Harry watched her through the mirror.

"It reminded me of you," he said, smiling at her, thinking, my phoenix. She turned around and rested her nose on his.

"You spoil me." she said, not able to hide the wide grin. Harry caressed her cheek.

"I know, but this doesn't come for free." Ginny made a face.

"Oh really? And what, exactly is the fee, Mr. Potter?" she asked him.

"Well, Ms. Weasley, I was think more of an affectionate way of a thank you." she raised an eyebrow and laughed. Harry couldn't help but smile, her laugh crawling on him like cool water rolling on his skin. Ginny pecked the corner of his lips and kissed him. Harry, surprised, wrapped his arms around her lower back after setting her's around his neck.

They finally broke apart, both out of breath. Ginny cupped Harry's face in her hands.

"I think that your anniversary gift will be saved till afterwards." Harry kissed her again, digging his hands into her silky hair.

"Yours will too." he replied.

"I have another present besides this?" Ginny inquired, touching the phoenix. Oh, yes you certainly do, Harry thought.

"The necklace was just a warm up, besides, I thought it would go with the dress." she smiled and turned back to the mirror.

"So you like the dress? Muggles wear such weird things! You bear so much!" she said, looking at her reflection. Harry chuckled.

"That's the whole point, honey." he said with a silent smirk, walking to the bathroom. He waited until Ginny and left to put on her shoes before he kicked one of the floorboards underneath him. Harry knelt down and peeled away the boards, picking up and minute box. Opening it, he starred at the ring for a second. You are going to do this tonight! , Ron's voice echoed throughout his brain. Yes, I am, Harry thought as he closed the box silently. He replaced the floorboard and pocketed the box carefully so Ginny wouldn't notice the bulge. Harry looked at the mirror, an emerald eyed man starred back, smiling. Yes I am.

Ginny strode to the closet in the hallway to pick out the perfect shoes for the dress. As she opened grabbed for them, she peered at the mirror on the inside of the door. Ginny stood sideways, caressing her stomach. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to image what to tell Harry. You've put it off far too long, you are going to be showing in a month! Ginny, you have to! She heard Hermione say in her head. I know Hermione, I know, but what if he doesn't want to-? She had replied. Do you honestly think that Harry would not want to? Hermione said to silence her. Will you tell him? She asked, but she hadn't answered. Ginny chuckled, petting her stomach.

"You're right Hermione, it has been too long; a month is long." she whispered to herself. She was ready to tell him, she was.

"Ginny? Ready to go?" Harry's voice floated from the bedroom. Ginny sighed, not taking her eyes off her inflating stomach then picking up a pair of sandals.

"Yes, yes I am ready."

Hey, I just wanted to say some shout outs- first to the usual, Padfoot and Prongs, thanks for bearing with my stupidity! Second to Eileen who actually walked a mile and a half wearing 5 inch heels, girl, you really got talent! To Sangeeta who didn't back out when I needed her! Love you people! And finally to the readers, thank you for reviewing and keep reading!