Azka—Haha, thanks for that review. Actually, I don't speak French at all. In previous chapters, I did the French by going to www.freetranslation.com. I love that site. Some of the only things I actually know in French are 'bonjour, monsieur' and 'Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir' Lol. Interesting combination of phrases, don't you think? I think I best steer clear of France, for fear of causing some international scandal.

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Still August 27th, 1995.

Harry walked into the kitchen 20 minutes after I had left the Potters to reunite. I thought they deserved a bit of privacy, so I didn't eavesdrop for once. Besides, I've learned that eavesdropping is not an entirely good thing. Lovely, isn't it, how we always manage to hear things the wrong way, or only hear a small portion of the conversation taken out of context? Then we go completely mad over it.

So, anyways, when he walked in, I knew that Lily and James had left. Something told me it was forever. My heart about split in two when I saw that look on his face. It was one of betrayal and disappointment. He said nothing, only staring at the huge, charmed butcher knives chopping the tomatoes on the kitchen counter. I could have been just imagining that slight gleam in his eyes, but either way, I steered him out of the room. Nobody likes a suicidal and/or homicidal Harry.

We sat in my room and just…talked…for the longest time. He told me what happened with his parents. I told him about my other Gifts when he asked, and explained more in depth as to what I was.

We had a little row as well. He thought it was a bad idea for me to have given him an opportunity to talk to his parents. Bad idea?! How in the name of Snape's enormous, greasy-caked nose was that at BAD idea? Okay, maybe I should have thought of the fact that now he will miss them even more, and maybe he was better off not knowing them at all because now he knows what he has been missing all these years.

GAH!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, NOW I get that…I'm a stupid prat who doesn't think things through. I think I finally convinced him in the end that I had to tell him. It was unfair to not tell him. Go Weasley stubborn-osity!

At that point, it was getting very late, but I decided to bring up our relationship status.

Now THAT conversation was exhausting.

Me: {meekly} So, Harry…what's going on between us now?

Harry: I dunno.

Me: Well, you like me and I like you, right?

Harry: I think so.

Me: {blushing, as per usual} Then shouldn't we, I dunno, try to be a couple?

Harry: Okay.

Me: {a Try-to-take-the-bloody-hint cough}

Harry: {silence}

Me: {another, more enthusiastic cough}

Harry: {raises eyebrow}

Me: {hacking cough}

Harry: Do you need a glass of water?

Me: {loud, frustrated noise} NO YOU GREAT GIT! AS ME OUT PROPERLY! {eh, I couldn't help it. He was getting irritating.}

Harry: {comprehension dawns} Oh! Sorry, Gin, I'm just not that great at this…But are you sure you want to…I mean…with me, that is. {he was getting broody} I don't want to put you in dang—

Me: Yes, yes I get that! But when am I NOT in danger, hm?!? Just being around you puts me in danger! Follow what your dad said, Potter! Listen to him, HE'S SMART!!!

{ugh, I should not have been so hard with him. Okay, not a wonderful choice of words, there. But Harry is so stupid and passive sometimes. And patience is SO not my virtue…}

Harry: {looks scared, but who can blame the poor guy?}

Me: {calms down immediately} I'm really sorry, Harry, I'm being an idiot. It's just that I've been waiting for something like this to happen for so long. I can't wait any longer!

Harry: {smiles} It's okay, Gin. You can just get a little scary is all. A lot scary. You're right, I should listen to my dad and do this right. Ginny, you scare me sometimes, but I really do like you. You're funny and nice and very pretty {cut to me with an insane smile plastered on my face}. I just hope that your brothers don't pound me when they find out. {don't worry, Harry, I'll protect you!} I guess what I'm trying to say is, Ginny, will you be my girl—

As if on some sick, vicious cue, my entire family plus Hermione decides to stumble into my room at this time. Oh, I could have killed them at that moment.

Mum seemed to be the first to take everything in. Her eyes went impossibly wide. Harry and I…alone…in my bedroom…sitting ON my bed…at night…the door shut…lavender candles…Harry's hand somehow found mine during his little love declaration. It was TOTALLY innocent…

The brothers yelped in an unmanly fashion. Then the twins did this identical "ha-HAH, that's our baby sister" business. I've noticed that the twins become proud of me for doing weird things.

Ron, on the other hand, could have killed Harry with his bare hands.

Dad looked shocked like Mum, but not in the mood to kill things like Ron, which I suppose was a good thing. It seems like every single male member of this house wants to murder something today.

Oh wait, I forgot about Gred and Forge. They don't want to. Kill, I mean.

Hermione giggled a little.

"Um," was all Harry could say.

"Er?" I looked down guiltily.

Dad spoke up first. "Well, we heard some screaming {Oh GODS, that sounds wrong} up here, and Hermione was the first to realize that you had been up here for far too long and--"

"We all decided to make sure there wasn't any of the kinky hanky-panky type stuff going on between you two." Fred said bluntly.

"Nothing's going on!" I said in a voice that was a little too high-pitched.

"Well, something is obviously going on!" Mum said, glaring at us. "And it BETTER not be what I think it is." She stared pointedly between the candles and the bed. Thanks for being subtle, Mum.

"It's not, Mrs. Weasley!" Harry reassured her. He gulped, yet somehow managed to look determined and confident.

"Ginny can fill you in about the…candles later. Look, I've been stupid not to notice Ginny before now," he started randomly, "But now that I do….I like her very much. Before you all came in, I was going to ask her something."

George gasped and started fake-sobbing. "I just LOVE proposals!" He gushed in a feminine voice.

I've never seen Harry redder in his entire life.

"Well," he said eventually, "now this may sound bittersweet after that…remark…but, Ginny, will you be my girlfriend?" He looked all bashful. It was so cute.

"Sure." I said simply. He laughed, and kissed me quick on the lips. He looked the happiest I'd seen him in a while. I'm sure he was happy when he was talking to his parents, for the most part, but technically, I didn't see that. I take things to literally. I hate that. Anyways, it felt really, really good to know that I caused him some happiness.

Mum and Dad looked positively delighted. {"I always knew you two would get together!"}

Fred and George did more fake-sobbing {"That was so beautiful!"}

Ron looked from Harry to me in disgust. "I think I'm going to be sick. Ugh. Too much romantic crap. Ugh!" Ah, Ronald. You can always count on him to ruin a moment.

Hermione rolled her eyes "Finally! Now that YOU two have stopped being blind, this means Ron and I can also stop denying that we are completely mad about each other, even though everyone in the ENTIRE of England and most of western Europe knows that we fancy each other, and we can perhaps go have a nice snog somewhere!" She said all in one breath, at the end clapping her hands in delight.

Everyone stared at her. Ron especially.

"Oops. Did I say that out loud?"

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A.N.—haha, that was such a fun chapter to write. I just kept on writing and writing and writing. Brilliant. Hope you liked it. REMINDER: This piece of fanfiction is SUPPOSED to be over-the-top fluff, not at all related to the real books. Lol. But I can do whatever I want! I love creative licenses.

It sounded like the end, but it's not, I PROMISE! There will be one or two more chapters. And then I'm debating having a sequel, if anyone wants it. Make sure and tell me if you would like having a sequel, all right?

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