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Good News:

Harry and Ginny awoke early the next morning. They had decided the night before that it was time to move on. As much as they had enjoyed it here, Harry wanted to spend some time alone with his girlfriend, showing her some of the wonders he'd seen so far on his trip. After breakfast, they started packing everything up, looking around to make sure they left nothing behind. Once everything was ready, Ginny turned to her boyfriend.

"We should give Mum a call, and let her know we're hitting the road. I don't know when the next time will be that we'll have a chance to talk to her." She grinned at him impishly, "Mum said it was your turn to call this time."

Harry walked over to the fireplace and took a pinch of floo powder, throwing it into the fire. "The Burrow." He knelt down and put his head into the flames. As he did so, he heard Ginny's voice saying, "Nice bum." A few moments later, he saw Molly out of the corner of his eye. "Hello, Mum?"

Molly turned around and walked over to the fireplace. "Harry, dear. How are the two of you doing? I've missed you. You've just missed Ron and Hermione. They dropped by for lunch."

He grinned out at her from the fire. "Brilliant, Mum. We wanted to let you know that we're heading out today. We don't know when we'll have a chance to talk to you again. We're heading up the coast for a while. So how are Ron and Mione doing? Has he asked her yet?"

She smiled back at him. "I'm glad you're enjoying your trip. It sounds like a lovely time. Ron hasn't asked her yet, but I do believe he'll explode if he doesn't do it soon. I can already tell she'll say yes. She's just waiting right now." At this, she gave him a slightly pointed look.

The two of them talked for a while, she bringing him up to date, and Harry giving her a somewhat edited account of the past two days. As they signed off, Molly made one last request.

"Just do one thing for me, Harry. Take care of her. She's my only daughter."

"With my life, Mum. With my life."

Molly watched Harry's head vanish from the fire, and went back to her cleaning. She shook her head in wonder. He actually called her 'Mum'. She wiped a lone tear of happiness and pride from the corner of her eye. The matron of the Weasley family was gratified that Harry seemed to have finally accepted that they all considered him to be kin to them. Blood relations were important, of course. She knew how deeply he had always been wounded by the fact that his blood relations had all passed on, well before he had even had a chance to know them. That was the main reason she had welcomed him so warmly, during the summer before his and Ron's second year. The other reason was that he, so obviously, needed someone to mother him. Just the look of him, when they had first seen him at King's Cross. He had been so undernourished, so skinny. With her keen mother's eye, it had been obvious to her that it was due to malnourishment. The boy had simply had nowhere near enough to eat at home. If it wasn't for the fact that he was headed to Hogwarts, she would have bundled him back off to the Burrow right then and there. Her thought, as the Express had left the station, was that Dumbledore would sort it all out. That man still had a lot to answer for, in his handling of Harry. It had all turned out alright in the end, but even so... As soon as Poppy Pomphrey released him from her care, Molly intended to have a few words with Albus. The old wizard had taken a lot of damage, when Voldemort had thrown so much against the wards surrounding the school. He and his minions hadn't been able to break through, but they had given it a good try. If those wards hadn't been tied directly to the headmaster, it was hard to say if they would have held. As it was, the school had been saved, but Hogsmeade would take a lot of time to rebuild. It wasn't that the discussion would solve anything, or change anything that happened, but it would definitely make her feel a lot better.

She was happy for Harry and Ginny. Honestly, it was about time they found each other. It was also good to see how Arthur and her sons had accepted the relationship. She had known, of course, that Fred and George would accept it readily. After all, they had been campaigning subtly (extremely unusual for them) for the relationship, ever since they had opened their first shop. She hadn't known at the time where or how they had gotten the money to start it. She remembered, though, after that awful Tri-Wizard competition, the look on his face as he looked at the bag of Galleons Fudge had dumped on the bedside table, as his winnings. It only made sense that he would find someone to give it to, who could actually put it to use.

The only one of Molly's sons she had dreaded telling about the new couple was Ron. He was the closest in age to her, and very protective. He had been the only one to spend any time with his sister after Bill had left home. She had fully expected to have to stun Ron, after telling him. Hermione had clearly thought so, too, as she had her wand half out, as Molly had told him, earlier in the day.

To both their surprise, her youngest son had jumped into the air with a grin, pumping his arm and yelling, "Yes!" At the looks on both the womens' faces, he said, "I've been trying to get those two twits together ever since that night at the Ministry." Impossibly, his grin grew even wider. "Charlie's gonna go spare. He owes me ten Galleons, now."

Molly shook her head, not surprised at all that her sons would gamble over the love life of their sister. Sometimes, she swore that they would wager Galleons to scones over who could hold their breath the longest.

Hermione, meanwhile was outraged. "You have got to be kidding! You bet on your sister? I simply can't believe you!"

Ron cut the tirade off with a quick reply. "Hey, at least I bet for them. If you want to go nutters on somebody, make it Charlie. I always knew they would get together. They've always been meant for each other. It was just a matter of time."

This mollified her somewhat. He did have a good point, she knew. She was just so shocked at the difference between what she had expected, and what had happened. Some of this must have shown in her face.

Ron had looked at the two of them, realizing what they had thought. "You know, Mione and you too, Mum, I have evolved a bit over the past few years. My emotional range is just a bit past that of a teaspoon." He grinned. "Got to be at least a soup ladle by now." His expression grew more thoughtful now. "Harry's my best mate, and Ginny's my baby sister. I'd do anything to seem them happy." He pulled a face, saying, "Just as long as I don't have to watch them snog. Bad mental image, that."

Hermione had thrown her arms around her boyfriend with a huge grin, and kissed him soundly. "You know, if they try to make us watch that, we'll just do it right back."

Molly chuckled, shaking her head at the two of them. "Well you two, I have a lot to get done today. A few of the Order members will be here for dinner later. Just a bit of a get-together, something to remember the ones who can't be here. We'll be sitting down about eight. Can you two make it?"

They assured her they would be back later, as they made their way out the door. Ron wouldn't be reporting for his first real practice for a couple of weeks. Hermione was looking into taking some courses, and someday becoming a teacher, back at Hogwarts. In the meantime, it appeared to Molly that they were determined to take the opportunity to enjoy themselves. She was grateful for this. To her, this was what the war had been all about, just the chance for people to live a normal life, without having to worry about Dark wizards and all the rest. She wondered idly which would be the first to give her grandchildren. Molly might not have put much stock in divination, but it didn't take a Seer to know that both of those couples would have long and happy futures.

Ron and Hermione walked out the door before apparating to the Leaky Cauldron, to take care of a few errands. As they left the pub for Diagon Alley, they discussed the news from the morning. Ron still maintained that he'd always known that Harry and Ginny would be together someday.

As they walked down the street, they noticed that there were a lot more people out and about than they had ever seen down there, at least in the past few years. It seemed as if people were finally starting to believe that it was all over. Ron even heard a few of the braver souls using the name 'Voldemort'. He snorted, shaking his head. Hermione shot him a questioning glance.

"Mione, Harry and Dumbledore have been trying to get people to say his name for the past three years. If we had stopped fearing him so much that we couldn't even utter three simple syllables, we just might have been able to get people to mobilise that much quicker. I don't think we would have lost nearly as many people as we did. If nothing else, they would've at least had a fighting chance."

The bushy-haired young woman nodded, unable to find anything in there to argue with. Either she was losing her touch, or Ron was growing up. She wasn't sure which idea worried her more.

They walked hand-in-hand through the doors to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. George's voice rang out above the sound of the crowd that was packed into the store. "Oi! Fred! Our favorite product tester's here!"

Fred poked his head out from the back room, with a grin on his face. "Hey you two! Come on back here. It'll be a lot quieter." He led the way to the office in the back, asking Angelina and Katie to keep an eye on things for a bit.

Ron and Hermione were taken aback, by the office. It was furnished very tastefully, with dark wood paneling, an antique desk in the center of the room, and low bookcases lining the walls. George grinned at her obvious shock. "We've found that the more off-balance you can keep people, the better."

Fred continued the thought, "It works in pranking, but even better in business."

Bemused, Hermione responded. "You know, I never would have thought you two would do so well with this, or treated it so seriously." She shook her head. "I apologize for ever underestimating the both of you."

The Twins seemed to swoon at this. Fred looked at George. "Do my ears decieve me? A compliment and an apology from Hermione?"

George looked at Fred, then at Hermione, then back at Fred. "Maybe we should check for polyjuice."

"Nope. Nobody else could walk down the street with ickle Ronnikins here holding hands, and not gag. Got to be her."

Ron and Hermione laughed, shaking their heads at the teasing. They were used to it, and had been for years. Ron asked the Twins, "So, did you hear the news?"

"Have you finally asked her to marry you?" Fred laughed at the blush spreading across the couple's faces.

"I guess that's the answer. A big no. What are we to do with him, Fred?"

"We'll just have to figure something out. So, what news?"

"You know about Harry's trip to the States, right?"

George grinned. "Know about it? Who do you think provided his accomodations the first few days he was over there?"

Ron smiled back, even wider. "Guess who flooed over to join him?"

Both Twin's jaws dropped. "Ginny? Our little Gin-Gin? Traveling with Harry?"

"Probably doing naughty things with Harry?"

"We're very proud." This last was in unison.

Ron said, "As soon as we get back to my flat, I have to owl Charlie, and let him know."

George asked, "So how much did he lose to you on this one?"

"Ten Galleons. I've got plans for that money."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I hate to think what you're going to do with it."

Her boyfriend said, with a sly grin, You'll quite like it, actually, if I'm any judge. I think I've managed to figure out a few things you like by now."

The Twins nudged each other, grinning, watching the blush come up on her face at the unintended innuendo. "You know Ron, as amusing as this is, I think that may be a little too much information. There are some things even we would rather not know."

Now it was Ron's turn to blush, realizing what it sounded like he said to his girlfriend. He knew better than to protest, though. What had been implied was true, and even if it wasn't, the Twins would still find a way to tease the two of them, mercillessly. Luckily, Hermione knew the Twins well enough that she didn't protest either.

Ron took his girlfriend's hand and stood up. "Well, we'd better get going. We really do have a lot of things to take care of. Will you two be at the Burrow tonight for dinner?"

"Is something going on tonight?"

"You might want to floo Mum for yourself, so she can let you know. It's an Order thing. Just a get-together, from the sounds of it."

They all said goodbye, and the couple left. They walked down the street, holding hands. When they reached Quality Quidditch Supplies, Ron said, "Do you still need to go by the Ministry, to check on those courses?" At her nod, he suggested, "Why don't I meet you down there in about two hours? I've got to go in here and get fitted for my team kit. I know you're not much for the game, and this way you can get done what you need to."

Hermione nodded and replied, "Good idea. I also need to stop at Flourish and Blott's, and I know how much you love that place." She gave him a kiss and left for the Ministry.

Ron watched her walk away, enjoying the sight. He was amazed sometimes at how, even after a little over two years, her kisses could still make his head swim. He shook his head to clear it, and walked into the store. The clerk was able to get to him right away, and the fitting was done forty-five minutes later. He walked a few blocks down, until he reached a jewelry store the two of them had visited a few days previously. He walked to the other end of the store and spoke to the girl behind the counter. "Hi, Parvati. Did you put the ring that Mione was looking at aside for me like I asked?"

"Hi, Ron. Of course I did. I wondered how long it would be before you came back for it."

"Well, I had to make sure she wasn't with me, didn't I? She's down at the Ministry right now. I'll be meeting her in a bit. I just have to stop at the florist and Honeyduke's, on my way there. I already made reservations at Il Falconiere. It's a muggle resturaunt. She loves italian. I want to make the night special."

Parvati's eyes widened. "Wow! Who would've taken you for such a romantic? She really is a lucky girl."

Ron blushed. "I just hope she'll have me. I don't know what I'll do if she says no."

"You have got to be kidding, Ron. She hasn't wanted anybody else since second year. Believe me. I can tell."

"Thanks, Parvati. I just hope you're right."

He paid for the ring and left the store. He still had a few things left to arrange before he met Hermione. Tomorrow was, hopefully, going to be a very good night.