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Thanks to Lord Dreadnault for his beta work. I really appreciate it.

Chapter 6

After that we went home to the Burrow to meet my father. I was still in shock over what Harry had said to the realtor. The truth be told, I was actually a bit angry about it. It seemed like a funny joke to him and I didn't find it funny at all. This incident really made me question my decision to speak with him at all.

Mum could tell that I was upset about the incident and when we got home, she sent me upstairs on some errand while Harry stayed in the kitchen with her. I think she must have talked to him because when I came downstairs again he looked rather subdued.

Dad arrived home, and we gathered some flowers for the grave. Harry said he would like to come with us and take us out to dinner afterwards. Mum objected as he had bought us lunch but Harry can be very determined and persuasive and so finally Mum gave in.

Before we left, Harry pulled me aside and apologized for his comments at his new home. I accepted his apology and told him that I was a little hurt and embarrassed by the remarks. He looked so remorseful about everything, that I couldn't help but fall for him again. I smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek, and told him all was forgiven.

The trip to visit Percy's grave was uneventful and depressing. Due to the rain, the temperature was quite chilly, and I was glad when we got to the restaurant and were able to warm up a bit. The restaurant was a new one in Hogsmeade and served simple, but tasty dishes.

During dinner, Harry told my father about his new home and how excited he was about it. After dinner we agreed to walk over to it so we could show Dad. Again when I saw the home I felt an underlying peacefulness about it. My father was suitably impressed and Harry looked like he had won the Quidditch World Cup.

The next couple of days were busy and I went back and forth to Harry's house while he showed it to all my family members, the Lupins, and the Longbottoms. Everyone loved the place and Harry was ecstatic when Angie pointed out that by clearing some brush on the south side he could have a decent Quidditch pitch. Hermione, the ever practical one, ended up ruining Harry's dreams of weekly Quidditch parties when she asked what he was going to furnish it with. At that, Harry's face turned to a look of horror as he realized that the only piece of 'furniture' he owned was indeed his trunk.

He looked over at me with a desperate look on his face and before he said a word, I said, 'Don't worry, Mum and I will go with you tomorrow and pick out some essentials for you, we'll get the main rooms done first and worry about the rest later.'

He instantly looked relieved and turned back to Ron and started discussing the Quidditch pitch again.

Hermione shook her head and walked over to me and grabbed my arm. She led me in the other direction, 'So.......when are YOU moving in?'

I coughed and looked at her with wide eyes, 'Hermione, I can't believe you, I am not moving in......yet.' I gave her my sneaky smile.

'Have you said anything to him, it's been almost three weeks,' she asked.

I sighed 'No.....it's just been one thing after another and the timing just never seems right. Maybe after he moves in and gets settled, we can talk.'

'Just don't wait too long, after all he is 'The Most Eligible Bachelor' in England, you might lose your chance,' Hermione said with a smirk on her face.

'Funny, ha-ha, what a dear friend you are Hermione,' I replied.

The next day Mum and I met Harry very early in The Leaky Cauldron to begin furniture shopping. There were a couple of nice furniture stores in Diagon Alley that we were going to visit. Hermione and Angie also gave us a couple of Muggle stores that they liked, and directions on how to get to them.

Our first stop was 'Willard's Fine Furniture'. When we entered the shop, we were a bit overwhelmed by all the furniture that literally filled every square inch of the showroom. We could not move. As we were about to turn around (very carefully, because we were squished together), a voice yelled at us to stay put. All of sudden the room changed appearances dramatically as most of the furniture was shrunk down so that it could fit in our hands. The pieces started zooming around and were landing on attractive shelves and tables that had remained full sized.

All three of us let out our breath and stepped away from each other. A very large woman started walking towards us. She had to be at least six feet tall and was built like an Amazon Princess. She had long blond hair and strikingly violet eyes. I could tell that she wasn't a Veela but I knew that this woman attracted a lot of attention if she entered a room.

'I am so sorry about that, I was taking some inventory and forgot to shrink everything back again, I'm Willard, what can I help you with?', the woman said.

She spoke so fast, that it took a moment for us to comprehend what she had said. After a moment of silence, my Mum told her that we were shopping for furniture for a new home.

'Ahhh, yes, what do you need exactly?' the Amazon asked.

'Everything,' came my mother's reply.

'Well, we have furnishings for the entire home in many styles and we can custom order if you would like,' Willard told us as she guided us towards the back of the store.

'Now, what kind of style do you like, French Country, Tuscan Elegance, American Colonial, Antique, modern, classic, or contemporary?' she rattled off.

Harry got this glazed look on his face and looked over at me in horror.

I went over to him and asked 'Harry, what is your favorite color?'

'Red, I think, because of Gryffindor,' he squeaked out.

'Perfect, how about a simple look with red accents everywhere?' I asked him again.

He looked a bit relieved and smiled at me 'That I would like.'

I turned to the Amazon and told her that we were just going to furnish the Master Bedroom, Living Room, the Study and the Dining Area at first. We wanted something simple but elegant, and that we needed splashes of red.

The Amazon smiled at me, she knew that I was the one who would take charge of this project, that the man was useless, and that the older lady would give her opinion on my choices.

We spent the morning there and after viewing what seemed like several hundred pieces of furniture, we managed to pick out a gorgeous bedroom suite, a dining table, and a desk and book shelves for Harry's study. Harry also found some material that he liked for his bedding, after Mum gently explained his room would look like a bordello, he agreed to the print that Mum and I had selected.

We discussed the delivery arrangements and Harry paid the bill, which was quite reasonable. Halfway through the morning The Amazon recognized who Harry was and I don't think she had the heart to charge him full price.

We decided to break for lunch and after a wonderful and relaxing meal we went into the Pottery and Glassware shop next door to the restaurant. We found some lovely dishes for everyday use and Mum picked out some lovely china for special occasions. Harry really didn't see the need for all of the dishes, but again, Mum gently explained that it was necessary. He sighed and just paid the bill, arranging to have his purchases delivered.

By this time, I was exhausted and we decided to call it a day and meet again tomorrow to find some more furniture for his living room, not to mention his linens and all the little items that are needed in a kitchen. I don't think Harry realized exactly what was involved in buying a new home and filling it with furniture, but after today, he had a good idea of it.

The next couple of days were spent shopping with Harry for furniture. We got most of the main rooms done. Harry decided to do the rest of the house more slowly, one room at a time. I think he was quite done with the shopping and quite frankly, I was beginning to despise furniture salespersons.

Finally his moving day arrived and all of my family members met at Harry's house early to help him get settled in. Mum insisted that the whole house be cleaned and it took all of us most of the day to have the rooms done to her expectations. Hermione and I worked in the kitchen. Fortunately his dishes were there and we were able to get a lot done there.

At the end of the day, we were all exhausted and decided to have a picnic on the living room floor. Remus and Tonks had gotten some take-out and we all sat on the rug to enjoy our feast. About halfway through, there was a tapping on the window. When Ron opened the window an owl flew in and landed on Harry's arm. Harry removed the attached letter and began to read it.

'Damn, damn, damn, er...sorry,' he said.

My father stood up, 'what is it Harry? Is something wrong?'

'It's the Ministry, they need me to go to Germany, tonight,' he replied. 'I knew this would happen.'

Mum took charge, 'Harry go get packed and leave, don't worry about the house, we will take care of it.'

Harry looked at my mum with such relief in his eyes, he walked over and kissed her on the cheek, 'Thanks, Mum.'

It was almost comical to see the look on her face, she perked up, straightened her shoulders, and her face beamed, 'Take care, son, and don't worry.'

Harry quickly walked over, hugged me, said goodbye to everyone and thanked them, then he Apparated away.

I was a bit shocked, surprised, and quite happy about the fact that he walked over to me and gave me a hug. Unfortunately my little bubble of joy was burst quite quickly by the twins. I think everyone caught on to what exactly Harry had done but leave it to the twins to start mercilessly teasing me about it. Of course I turned quite red and it took me a few minutes to gather my wits and to start giving back to the twins exactly what they were dishing out.

Mum eventually shushed us when the conversation with the twins ascended to absurd levels of insults and embarrassing comments. We picked up the remains of our dinner, locked up the house, and Apparated home.

Mum and I decided that we would spend the next couple of days at Harry's waiting for deliveries of furniture and such. We received an owl from Harry, and much to his dismay he thought he would be away for at least two weeks.

After all the furniture had arrived and we placed it where we thought best, I started walking through the house. It looked much better with the furniture in it but it was still missing something. It didn't look like a home yet.

Sometimes while I am working, I will have a sudden inspiration that is like a sudden click in my head and everything becomes so clear. At these times, I will work furiously for hours until my 'vision' is complete.

While walking through the dining room, I had one of these 'visions' and I knew what was needed in the house. I summoned a parchment and quill and feverishly walked through the home writing notes and making diagrams.

Right then and there, I knew that I had to make this house a home and I knew I wanted it done before Harry came home. It was to be his 'house warming' gift.

Over the next two weeks, I enlisted my family's help, and changed Harry's home. We painted, moved furniture around, and shopped some more for the 'little touches' that it needed.

I owled Neville, and he worked on the conservatory, bringing in some beautiful plants and trees that made the room come alive like a living, breathing, dramatic extension to the home. Mum and I found some furniture that went perfectly in the room and one corner I left bare. I am not sure exactly why I did that, but it seemed like the room was talking to me. Somewhere down deep I knew that the only thing that belonged in that corner was my paints and easel.

Finally, the home was done, at least the main rooms, and I knew that the home approved of what I did. There was that sense of happiness and contentment there still but it seemed magnified to some degree. My family was amazed at the colors and the furniture. We were all excited and couldn't wait for Harry to come home.

Harry owled us a couple of days later and said he would be home in two days. Mum went on a cooking frenzy and decided to fill his larder with meat pies, breads, soups, and casseroles. She didn't want him to starve.

We weren't exactly sure what time he was coming back and when Mum and I delivered all of Harry's food, I decided to wait around a bit. I walked through the rooms again, making sure everything was perfect. I really wanted to be there when he came home to explain what we had done.

I decided to take a little nap on the couch and then go home. I laid down and quickly fell asleep.

'Gin,....Gin....Sweet Gin.....wakeup.....sleepyhead.'

I heard someone speaking to me and I slowly opened my eyes and Harry's face came into view. I sat up quickly, and then realized that was not a good idea as I got very dizzy. I sat still for a moment, the dizziness cleared, and I looked up at Harry. 'I am so sorry, I meant to take a quick nap and then leave, how long have you been here?'

He was laughing at me 'Not long, I Apparated to the Burrow first and Mum told me you were here, I just arrived.'

'Well,....how do you like it?' I asked.

'It's amazing, I can't believe it, I love it.'

'Do you really? I mean you can change anything you want.' Harry helped me off the couch and I walked with him around the house, showing him what we did.

He really loved it, I could tell, a couple of times when I looked at him, I could see tears in his eyes.

Lastly we ended up in the kitchen and I showed him all the pies and food that Mum had made for him.

I was leaning against the counter while Harry was walking around the room, just trying to take everything in.

He started walking towards me and had a strange look in his eye, 'Gin, I don't know how to thank you, or really what to say, the house is amazing, you're amazing....it's just incredible.'

He was coming closer and closer. He wasn't stopping, he looked like he was on a mission.

I stood up a bit straighter and started 'Harry, really it's nothing, I enjoyed it and ....'

'No Gin, it's not nothing,' he was getting much closer, only a couple of feet away, he wasn't slowing down. 'You have been so wonderful to me since I have been back, I feel like I am getting to know you again, and seeing what a treasure you really are'.

I didn't know what to say, he was so close to me, standing over me, I could feel his breath, I looked up to him and blurted out 'I really like you Harry.'

'I like you too,' he mumbled and then he leaned down slowly and kissed me on the lips.

When I think back to that time, all I can truly remember is 'eckletricity'; as my father would call it. I have never felt so alive, complete, and weak all at the same time.

After a few moments, we broke apart and I leaned my head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around me in a hug, we just stayed there, I don't really know if it was five minutes or 30 minutes. I was in heaven and I didn't want to leave.

'Stay and have dinner with me, I don't want to be alone on my first night in my new home.' Harry said, he pulled back and looked down at me with his arms on my shoulders.

'Yes,' was all I could get out.

We went about gathering the needed items to eat and then I remembered that I should let Mum know.

I asked to borrow his Floo and called home. 'Mum! Mum!.....anyone home?'

My Mum walked into the room, apron on, and she was wiping her hands on it. 'Hello dear, did Harry meet up with you?'

'Yes, I am here now, he wants me to stay for dinner, he wants some company now.' For some reason I couldn't stop blushing through this little speech, wondering if Mum would think me a 'Scarlet Woman' for eating dinner, alone, at a man's home.

Mum just looked at me with an odd expression on her face, then she smiled a huge smile 'I take it tonight was a success.'

I know I had the goofiest smile on my face as I replied 'I'll tell you later.'

'Good, I will be waiting, so don't stay there too late.' My Mum is incredible. By that short statement, not only did she tell me, she approved me eating with Harry alone but that I still need to 'act like a proper young witch' and be home at a decent time.

I blew her a quick kiss and pulled out of the fire. When I went back into the kitchen, Harry had set the kitchen table, lit some candles, and had a huge bouquet of roses in the middle.

I looked over at him and he was blushing. 'Tonight is special Gin, we have to celebrate.'

I walked over to the table and he came around to my back and held my chair. Once I was seated he went to his seat. He sat down and looked over at me, he reached for my hand, and said 'Gin, I have been wanting to say this for a while, but I have been a bit scared, I meant what I said earlier about getting to know you better since I got back. You have been so supportive of me and have helped me so much, I really like you Gin and I want to know you much more.....Would you go out on a date with me?'

I looked up at him and I said 'Harry, I have been trying to tell you how I feel but something always seem to come up. I really like you too and I want to be much closer to you and Yes! I will go on a date with you.'

We sat there smiling at each other, holding each others hands, and right then I knew that I was the happiest that I had ever been in my life.

A/N Now all together.....AWWWWWWWW! Wasn't that sweet? I wanted to thank everyone for all their kind reviews and comments. I get all warm and fuzzy from them. I also wanted to say that I purposely left out describing Harry's house after Ginny finished with it because I thought it would be more fun for everyone to visualize it themselves. I am kind of a contemporary/tuscan/shabby chic sort of person. It really doesn't sound like they go together but they do. I love to hunt for new and unique items for my home, and I love mixing colors and trying new painting techniques. (yes I do watch Trading Spaces). So if anyone wants to have a bit of fun send me an email or drawing of how you think Harry's home would look. Even though there is only one more chapter, I have tentative plans for a sequel, and a couple of plot bunnies for some humorous and a little naughty tales.