Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own the characters.
A/N: I don't know if I've said so in previous chapters but between chapters 2 and 3 about three and half months passed. Also, Hermione was 2 months pregnant.
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Conversations with Crayons and Teacups
Daylight crept through the shades of Harry's window as Harry stirred in his bed. He was wide-awake but did not want to get up for fear of running into Ginny. After what had happened last night, he did not know what to make of the kiss. It was the best kiss of Harry's life and was so much more passionate than he could have ever imagined it to be. He groaned in frustration. He needed to talk to someone about it, but who? Not Ron because if Ron found out that Harry had kissed his younger sister Ron would Avada Kedavra his ass in seconds. Hermione was a possibility. He could say that he wants so help her out with his campaign or something like that so just in case Ron was there he wouldn't seem suspicious of anything.
Harry leaped out of bed and creaked open his door a little bit to try and see if Ginny was anywhere in the flat. He took one step out and carefully surveyed the proximity. No sign of Ginny, Harry thought to himself. He walked out into his minuscule hallway and into the living room kneeling down in front of the fire. "Ron and Hermione Weasley's house!" He shouted clearly into the fire. He got a full view of the bottom of Hermione and Ron's living room. "Hello?" He asked loudly. He saw a pair of fuzzy house slippers come toward him.
"Harry?" Asked Hermione kneeling down in front of her own fire. Her hair was wet and array. She had obviously just gotten out of the shower.
"Hermione, would it be alright if I came over to, er, help you out with your campaign?" Asked Harry. Hermione raised her eyebrow suspiciously.
"That'd be fine. Ron's not home at the moment though. He went with Ginny to visit Fred and George at the joke shop."
"Good. I'll be over in a moment." Said Harry removing his head from the fire. He looked at himself in the hall mirror and closed his eyes trying to reenact the moment last night when he and Ginny kissed. He smiled softly to himself. He imagined what it would be like to kiss her again. He looked at himself in the mirror again and suddenly realized he had been standing there for at least five minutes.
He apperated to his best friend's townhouse living room and looked around. Everything looked the as it had the last time he was over. Ron and Hermione's living room wall was filled with books (probably all of which Hermione had read) and pictures of both of their families. There were two squishy armchairs that looked vaguely like the ones in the Gryffindor Common Room set between an equally comfortable looking couch. There was a part of one of the walls of the room that contained all of Ron's Quidditch Memorabilia, including his own broom, which he barely rode anymore, that Hermione would allow him to put in their living room. "Hermione?" Asked Harry heading closer to the large wooden staircase that led upstairs. Hermione rushed down the stairs fully dressed with her hair tied back in a loose bun.
"Morning Harry. Sorry about before. I just got out of the shower." Hermione said as she reached the bottom step.
"Yeah, I could kind of tell." Replied Harry smirking.
"Oh shut up" Said Hermione exasperatedly.
"Do you need help with your campaign? Anything I can do?" Asked Harry.
"Sure. Come into the study." Harry followed Hermione upstairs, down the hallway, and into a small room at the end of the townhouse. The study was messy filled with papers and unfinished posters for Hermione's political campaign. There were two desks, one for Ron and Hermione. Ron's desk was scattered with some Auror documents Harry vaguely recognized and Drobble's Best Chewing Gum wrappers.
"I'm happy that you came over to help me out. Ron's been complaining about the mess lately. He suggested that I should hire a house elf until the election is over with. You can imagine how I reacted to that." Said Hermione moving papers around and making a place for her and Harry.
"So what do you need me to do?" Questioned Harry observing the room once more.
"Can you help do my posters and some signs?"
"What would I have to do?" Hermione leaned over and gave Harry a box of wizard crayons and smiled nervously.
"I hope you don't mind. It's just I have to start writing my speech for the Ministry Ball soon and I don't have time to finish up some of these."
"Hermione, you've got to be kidding me." Stated Harry firmly.
"Harry I barely have time as it is to do any of this stuff! Between work, morning sickness throughout the day, the Order, taking care of Ron.... Besides, everyone knows that Malfoy has much more supporters. All that crap about trying to shorten our workweek and establishing a stronger Ministry, it's hard to believe all of those gullible people believe a little liar like him. Please Harry." Begged Hermione. Harry sighed.
An hour and half later Harry finished up coloring the last poster. He had never colored this much in his life. Even when he was little, the only coloring he did was in primary school in art class. Harry opened his mouth to tell Hermione that he was done when she ran out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall. He heard her retching into the toilet. Harry sat silently until Hermione came back into the room.
"Are you okay Hermione?" She nodded.
"I'll be alright. The baby is already trying to make my life as difficult as possible and it's not even born yet." Her eyes started to well up with tears.
"Are you sure you're alright?" The tears started falling down her face and Hermione sat down at her desk.
"It's nothing, it's just this baby thing. After last night, it all kind of became real. I saw my baby and I realized that I know absolutely nothing about kids."
"I'm sure you could read a book on it or something..."
"But what if my baby isn't the textbook baby? What if it's this completely different unique child that they don't write about? What am I going to do, Harry?" Asked Hermione squeaking as she cried.
"You are one of the most clever people I've ever known in my life. You'll figure it out. Don't worry. You can ask your mum or Ron's mum. I'm sure either of them would be happy to help you out." Hermione smiled softly.
"You think so?" Harry nodded. "Thanks. It's just hard lately with all of this stuff going on. I need something to take my mind off of babies and elections and whatnot."
"I've got something that would take your mind off of everything. But you've got to promise me you won't tell anybody. Especially Ron." Said Harry sternly.
"I promise." Said Hermione whose tears started to slowly disappear.
"Okay..." Started Harry feeling slightly nervous. "Last night after Ginny and I left the hospital, we were walking home and we passed this little muggle theatre doing a production of Cabaret and Ginny seemed interested so we went to go see it."
"Ooh! Cabaret! I've always wanted to see that!" Squealed Hermione.
"We saw it and when we got back to our flat we, er, kissed." Said Harry apprehensively. Hermione stared at Harry blankly.
"What?" She asked in complete shock. "You and Ginny? Ginny Weasley? My sister-in-law?" Harry nodded. "How?! How did it happen?"
"I have no idea. One minute we were talking and the next she's within a centimeter of my face and closing in." Said Harry exasperatedly.
"So she just came over and kissed you?" Inquired Hermione.
"Well no. I suppose I kissed her back a little." Responded Harry wearily.
"You kissed her back a little?" Asked Hermione in shock.
"Okay a lot!" Shouted Harry before he sighed.
"Wow. This is huge."
"It is not huge, Hermione. You're just blowing it out of proportion."
"No I'm not Harry! This is big! You can't just kiss someone one night and act like nothing happened the next day. What did Ginny say when you talked to her about it?"
"Well that's the thing. We haven't, er, talked at all since then." Said Harry wearily knowing how Hermione would react.
"Harry. Please tell me you're kidding."
"No, I'm not." Hermione sighed in discontent. "Look I know that I'm going to have to talk to her eventually it's just hard."
"Well how did you feel about the kiss?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know. It was a really good kiss and I don't know if it's just because I'm lonely or if..."
"Or if it's something more." Finished Hermione. "You have to first figure out how you feel about it before you talk to Ginny."
"Okay."
"You better hope Ron doesn't find out about this or he'll kill you."
"Please don't tell him. You're the only one I plan on telling about this."
"I won't. I don't want to have Ron thrown in Azkaban for life. Plus it'd be nice to have you and Ginny around so I could have someone to talk to." Harry smiled.
"Thanks, Hermione. I think I'm going to go now." Said Harry standing up.
"Okay, thanks for helping me out. I got part of the first draft of my speech done." Said Hermione holding on to her chair's arms and lifting herself out of her desk chair.
"Oh and next time you need something colored ask one of Ron's brother's kids to do it. Not a fully trained Auror." Suggested Harry. Hermione smiled.
"Oh shut up you!" Harry went down the hallway and down the stairs to check if he left anything downstairs in the living room. He heard a click and turned around to see Ron coming through the front door.
"Harry? What are you doing here?" Asked Ron removing his coat and putting it on the coat rack.
"I came over to help Hermione with some stuff for the campaign. I was just leaving now." Said Harry trying his best not to sound nervous.
"Oh. Did she make you color?" Asked Ron.
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Because she's been trying to get me to do that for weeks. Where is she?"
"Ron?" Asked Hermione coming down the stairs.
"Hey you." Said Ron sweetly as he bent down and kissed Hermione on the forehead as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay I guess. Harry was just helping me with a few things. He's just leaving now."
"Why don't you stay for a while if you don't have anything planned?" Suggested Ron putting his arm around Hermione. Harry was just about to open his mouth to take up Ron's suggestion when Hermione spoke first.
"That's quite alright. Harry's got a lot of things he has to take care of back home. Isn't that right Harry?" Said Hermione making a face at Harry suggesting he do what she had just said.
"Oh yes. There's a whole load of things I have to do at my flat. I'd love to stay though. Maybe another time." Said Harry.
"Yeah, okay. See you around Harry." Ron said as Harry apperated to his flat. His feet landed on the hard wood floor of his living room where Ginny was sitting on the couch drinking tea.
"Hello Harry." Said Ginny happily. "I've just made some tea. Would you like some?" Offered Ginny sitting up preparing herself to go and get the tea for him.
"Maybe later. I've got to go tidy up my room. It's a pig sty." Said Harry turning towards the minuscule hallway leading to his and Ginny's bedrooms. Hermione's voice came echoing through his head telling him that now was his time to talk to Ginny about last night's event. Harry turned around again so that he was once more facing Ginny. "Actually we need to talk." He walked over to the couch and sat down. Ginny turned and faced him looking slightly confused.
"About...?"
"The kiss." Harry turned and looked at Ginny. She took one last sip of her tea and set it down on the coffee table in front of her.
"What about it?" She asked. Harry took a moment to try to think of where to start.
"Why did it happen?" Questioned Harry.
"Well you where there and I was there and we were both having a good time and I guess it just happened. It was one of those heat of the moment type of things, you know?"
"No Ginny, I don't know. I've had a good time with some female friends before but I never wound up kissing them!" Stated Harry slightly exasperatedly.
"Every woman is different." Stated Ginny confidently completely unaffected by Harry's rising frustration.
"So you're saying that you're the kind of woman who would kiss anyone if it seems like a good idea?" Asked Harry.
"I wouldn't kiss just anyone. What is this all about anyway?"
"I don't know why don't you tell me? You were the one that kissed me." Said Harry rising from the couch and standing in front of Ginny.
"Excuse me? I've I'm not mistaken I would say that you were kissing back just as much as I was. Did you think that I wanted to start up something with you or something?" Asked Ginny.
"No." Lied Harry not wanting to sound dumb.
"Good because I'll have you know that I am in no need for a committed relationship." Said Ginny picking up her teacup and heading into the kitchen to refill it. Harry seemed to have lost all of his frustration and moved into the doorway to the kitchen.
"Why not?" Asked Harry trying his best to sound like a caring friend rather than an extremely frustrated one. Ginny sighed as she lifted the kettle and poured hot tea into her cup.
"Because it's not worth getting my heartbroken again." Ginny set the kettle back down on the stove and sat down at the kitchen table. Harry took a seat next to her.
"What do you mean?" Questioned Harry curiously.
"Everytime I think that I've found a great guy that I can actually see myself with he winds up leaving me." Said Ginny bitterly. She started moving her finger around the rim of her teacup. "I never know exactly why they do it but all of them do the same thing. I tell everyone it didn't work it so it doesn't seem that harsh when I tell them that so and so left me. I don't get it though. Everyone our age seems to be settling down or married with kids. I don't think I have more than two single friends left but watch, those two will probably wind up together in some unexpected way." Ginny sighed again. "It feels like no matter what I do I'm never going to have a relationship that will work out like everyone else's."
"I feel the same way." Said Harry. Ginny stopped playing with her teacup.
"You do?" Asked Ginny sounding slightly surprised. Harry nodded. He didn't realize it but somehow he gotten up from his seat and was currently towering over the sitting melancholy Ginny. He leaned down and put his hand on her cheek and kissed her gently on her lips. Ginny put her hand on his, stood up so that she was on the same level as him, and started to kiss back as the kiss deepened. It was longer than the kiss the night before and more passionate. Harry stopped kissing her and was an inch within her face.
"Don't worry, it will all turn out fine." Whispered Harry. He walked back to his bedroom leaving a stunned Ginny still standing in the kitchen.
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Sorry for the wait! I know this chapter isn't as long as the last one. Sorry. Thanks so much to everyone that reviewed! It really helps me get these chapters finished. Now that my postscript is over, please read and review!
A/N: I don't know if I've said so in previous chapters but between chapters 2 and 3 about three and half months passed. Also, Hermione was 2 months pregnant.
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Conversations with Crayons and Teacups
Daylight crept through the shades of Harry's window as Harry stirred in his bed. He was wide-awake but did not want to get up for fear of running into Ginny. After what had happened last night, he did not know what to make of the kiss. It was the best kiss of Harry's life and was so much more passionate than he could have ever imagined it to be. He groaned in frustration. He needed to talk to someone about it, but who? Not Ron because if Ron found out that Harry had kissed his younger sister Ron would Avada Kedavra his ass in seconds. Hermione was a possibility. He could say that he wants so help her out with his campaign or something like that so just in case Ron was there he wouldn't seem suspicious of anything.
Harry leaped out of bed and creaked open his door a little bit to try and see if Ginny was anywhere in the flat. He took one step out and carefully surveyed the proximity. No sign of Ginny, Harry thought to himself. He walked out into his minuscule hallway and into the living room kneeling down in front of the fire. "Ron and Hermione Weasley's house!" He shouted clearly into the fire. He got a full view of the bottom of Hermione and Ron's living room. "Hello?" He asked loudly. He saw a pair of fuzzy house slippers come toward him.
"Harry?" Asked Hermione kneeling down in front of her own fire. Her hair was wet and array. She had obviously just gotten out of the shower.
"Hermione, would it be alright if I came over to, er, help you out with your campaign?" Asked Harry. Hermione raised her eyebrow suspiciously.
"That'd be fine. Ron's not home at the moment though. He went with Ginny to visit Fred and George at the joke shop."
"Good. I'll be over in a moment." Said Harry removing his head from the fire. He looked at himself in the hall mirror and closed his eyes trying to reenact the moment last night when he and Ginny kissed. He smiled softly to himself. He imagined what it would be like to kiss her again. He looked at himself in the mirror again and suddenly realized he had been standing there for at least five minutes.
He apperated to his best friend's townhouse living room and looked around. Everything looked the as it had the last time he was over. Ron and Hermione's living room wall was filled with books (probably all of which Hermione had read) and pictures of both of their families. There were two squishy armchairs that looked vaguely like the ones in the Gryffindor Common Room set between an equally comfortable looking couch. There was a part of one of the walls of the room that contained all of Ron's Quidditch Memorabilia, including his own broom, which he barely rode anymore, that Hermione would allow him to put in their living room. "Hermione?" Asked Harry heading closer to the large wooden staircase that led upstairs. Hermione rushed down the stairs fully dressed with her hair tied back in a loose bun.
"Morning Harry. Sorry about before. I just got out of the shower." Hermione said as she reached the bottom step.
"Yeah, I could kind of tell." Replied Harry smirking.
"Oh shut up" Said Hermione exasperatedly.
"Do you need help with your campaign? Anything I can do?" Asked Harry.
"Sure. Come into the study." Harry followed Hermione upstairs, down the hallway, and into a small room at the end of the townhouse. The study was messy filled with papers and unfinished posters for Hermione's political campaign. There were two desks, one for Ron and Hermione. Ron's desk was scattered with some Auror documents Harry vaguely recognized and Drobble's Best Chewing Gum wrappers.
"I'm happy that you came over to help me out. Ron's been complaining about the mess lately. He suggested that I should hire a house elf until the election is over with. You can imagine how I reacted to that." Said Hermione moving papers around and making a place for her and Harry.
"So what do you need me to do?" Questioned Harry observing the room once more.
"Can you help do my posters and some signs?"
"What would I have to do?" Hermione leaned over and gave Harry a box of wizard crayons and smiled nervously.
"I hope you don't mind. It's just I have to start writing my speech for the Ministry Ball soon and I don't have time to finish up some of these."
"Hermione, you've got to be kidding me." Stated Harry firmly.
"Harry I barely have time as it is to do any of this stuff! Between work, morning sickness throughout the day, the Order, taking care of Ron.... Besides, everyone knows that Malfoy has much more supporters. All that crap about trying to shorten our workweek and establishing a stronger Ministry, it's hard to believe all of those gullible people believe a little liar like him. Please Harry." Begged Hermione. Harry sighed.
An hour and half later Harry finished up coloring the last poster. He had never colored this much in his life. Even when he was little, the only coloring he did was in primary school in art class. Harry opened his mouth to tell Hermione that he was done when she ran out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall. He heard her retching into the toilet. Harry sat silently until Hermione came back into the room.
"Are you okay Hermione?" She nodded.
"I'll be alright. The baby is already trying to make my life as difficult as possible and it's not even born yet." Her eyes started to well up with tears.
"Are you sure you're alright?" The tears started falling down her face and Hermione sat down at her desk.
"It's nothing, it's just this baby thing. After last night, it all kind of became real. I saw my baby and I realized that I know absolutely nothing about kids."
"I'm sure you could read a book on it or something..."
"But what if my baby isn't the textbook baby? What if it's this completely different unique child that they don't write about? What am I going to do, Harry?" Asked Hermione squeaking as she cried.
"You are one of the most clever people I've ever known in my life. You'll figure it out. Don't worry. You can ask your mum or Ron's mum. I'm sure either of them would be happy to help you out." Hermione smiled softly.
"You think so?" Harry nodded. "Thanks. It's just hard lately with all of this stuff going on. I need something to take my mind off of babies and elections and whatnot."
"I've got something that would take your mind off of everything. But you've got to promise me you won't tell anybody. Especially Ron." Said Harry sternly.
"I promise." Said Hermione whose tears started to slowly disappear.
"Okay..." Started Harry feeling slightly nervous. "Last night after Ginny and I left the hospital, we were walking home and we passed this little muggle theatre doing a production of Cabaret and Ginny seemed interested so we went to go see it."
"Ooh! Cabaret! I've always wanted to see that!" Squealed Hermione.
"We saw it and when we got back to our flat we, er, kissed." Said Harry apprehensively. Hermione stared at Harry blankly.
"What?" She asked in complete shock. "You and Ginny? Ginny Weasley? My sister-in-law?" Harry nodded. "How?! How did it happen?"
"I have no idea. One minute we were talking and the next she's within a centimeter of my face and closing in." Said Harry exasperatedly.
"So she just came over and kissed you?" Inquired Hermione.
"Well no. I suppose I kissed her back a little." Responded Harry wearily.
"You kissed her back a little?" Asked Hermione in shock.
"Okay a lot!" Shouted Harry before he sighed.
"Wow. This is huge."
"It is not huge, Hermione. You're just blowing it out of proportion."
"No I'm not Harry! This is big! You can't just kiss someone one night and act like nothing happened the next day. What did Ginny say when you talked to her about it?"
"Well that's the thing. We haven't, er, talked at all since then." Said Harry wearily knowing how Hermione would react.
"Harry. Please tell me you're kidding."
"No, I'm not." Hermione sighed in discontent. "Look I know that I'm going to have to talk to her eventually it's just hard."
"Well how did you feel about the kiss?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know. It was a really good kiss and I don't know if it's just because I'm lonely or if..."
"Or if it's something more." Finished Hermione. "You have to first figure out how you feel about it before you talk to Ginny."
"Okay."
"You better hope Ron doesn't find out about this or he'll kill you."
"Please don't tell him. You're the only one I plan on telling about this."
"I won't. I don't want to have Ron thrown in Azkaban for life. Plus it'd be nice to have you and Ginny around so I could have someone to talk to." Harry smiled.
"Thanks, Hermione. I think I'm going to go now." Said Harry standing up.
"Okay, thanks for helping me out. I got part of the first draft of my speech done." Said Hermione holding on to her chair's arms and lifting herself out of her desk chair.
"Oh and next time you need something colored ask one of Ron's brother's kids to do it. Not a fully trained Auror." Suggested Harry. Hermione smiled.
"Oh shut up you!" Harry went down the hallway and down the stairs to check if he left anything downstairs in the living room. He heard a click and turned around to see Ron coming through the front door.
"Harry? What are you doing here?" Asked Ron removing his coat and putting it on the coat rack.
"I came over to help Hermione with some stuff for the campaign. I was just leaving now." Said Harry trying his best not to sound nervous.
"Oh. Did she make you color?" Asked Ron.
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Because she's been trying to get me to do that for weeks. Where is she?"
"Ron?" Asked Hermione coming down the stairs.
"Hey you." Said Ron sweetly as he bent down and kissed Hermione on the forehead as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay I guess. Harry was just helping me with a few things. He's just leaving now."
"Why don't you stay for a while if you don't have anything planned?" Suggested Ron putting his arm around Hermione. Harry was just about to open his mouth to take up Ron's suggestion when Hermione spoke first.
"That's quite alright. Harry's got a lot of things he has to take care of back home. Isn't that right Harry?" Said Hermione making a face at Harry suggesting he do what she had just said.
"Oh yes. There's a whole load of things I have to do at my flat. I'd love to stay though. Maybe another time." Said Harry.
"Yeah, okay. See you around Harry." Ron said as Harry apperated to his flat. His feet landed on the hard wood floor of his living room where Ginny was sitting on the couch drinking tea.
"Hello Harry." Said Ginny happily. "I've just made some tea. Would you like some?" Offered Ginny sitting up preparing herself to go and get the tea for him.
"Maybe later. I've got to go tidy up my room. It's a pig sty." Said Harry turning towards the minuscule hallway leading to his and Ginny's bedrooms. Hermione's voice came echoing through his head telling him that now was his time to talk to Ginny about last night's event. Harry turned around again so that he was once more facing Ginny. "Actually we need to talk." He walked over to the couch and sat down. Ginny turned and faced him looking slightly confused.
"About...?"
"The kiss." Harry turned and looked at Ginny. She took one last sip of her tea and set it down on the coffee table in front of her.
"What about it?" She asked. Harry took a moment to try to think of where to start.
"Why did it happen?" Questioned Harry.
"Well you where there and I was there and we were both having a good time and I guess it just happened. It was one of those heat of the moment type of things, you know?"
"No Ginny, I don't know. I've had a good time with some female friends before but I never wound up kissing them!" Stated Harry slightly exasperatedly.
"Every woman is different." Stated Ginny confidently completely unaffected by Harry's rising frustration.
"So you're saying that you're the kind of woman who would kiss anyone if it seems like a good idea?" Asked Harry.
"I wouldn't kiss just anyone. What is this all about anyway?"
"I don't know why don't you tell me? You were the one that kissed me." Said Harry rising from the couch and standing in front of Ginny.
"Excuse me? I've I'm not mistaken I would say that you were kissing back just as much as I was. Did you think that I wanted to start up something with you or something?" Asked Ginny.
"No." Lied Harry not wanting to sound dumb.
"Good because I'll have you know that I am in no need for a committed relationship." Said Ginny picking up her teacup and heading into the kitchen to refill it. Harry seemed to have lost all of his frustration and moved into the doorway to the kitchen.
"Why not?" Asked Harry trying his best to sound like a caring friend rather than an extremely frustrated one. Ginny sighed as she lifted the kettle and poured hot tea into her cup.
"Because it's not worth getting my heartbroken again." Ginny set the kettle back down on the stove and sat down at the kitchen table. Harry took a seat next to her.
"What do you mean?" Questioned Harry curiously.
"Everytime I think that I've found a great guy that I can actually see myself with he winds up leaving me." Said Ginny bitterly. She started moving her finger around the rim of her teacup. "I never know exactly why they do it but all of them do the same thing. I tell everyone it didn't work it so it doesn't seem that harsh when I tell them that so and so left me. I don't get it though. Everyone our age seems to be settling down or married with kids. I don't think I have more than two single friends left but watch, those two will probably wind up together in some unexpected way." Ginny sighed again. "It feels like no matter what I do I'm never going to have a relationship that will work out like everyone else's."
"I feel the same way." Said Harry. Ginny stopped playing with her teacup.
"You do?" Asked Ginny sounding slightly surprised. Harry nodded. He didn't realize it but somehow he gotten up from his seat and was currently towering over the sitting melancholy Ginny. He leaned down and put his hand on her cheek and kissed her gently on her lips. Ginny put her hand on his, stood up so that she was on the same level as him, and started to kiss back as the kiss deepened. It was longer than the kiss the night before and more passionate. Harry stopped kissing her and was an inch within her face.
"Don't worry, it will all turn out fine." Whispered Harry. He walked back to his bedroom leaving a stunned Ginny still standing in the kitchen.
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Sorry for the wait! I know this chapter isn't as long as the last one. Sorry. Thanks so much to everyone that reviewed! It really helps me get these chapters finished. Now that my postscript is over, please read and review!