I was a little surprised at the reviews I got saying how dare I do that. Well, this is where you find out why I dared to do that. Warning: An insane amount of fluff went into this, and those who can't stand it will die. That being said…enjoy!

Harry sat back, dumbstruck. The look on her face was tearing his heart apart. "Why-why not?" he stammered.

"Because," Ginny cried, her voice gaining volume, "This is all a dream. I'm going to wake up and you won't be there! I'll be in Chicago, and Lily will come in and ask why I'm crying and why she doesn't have a daddy. This is how all my dreams end! I say yes and it's over!"

"Gin, this isn't a dream," Harry started, but Ginny stood up.

"I have to go," she stuttered, making her way to the door.

"I can't let you," he told her, stepping in front of her.

"Stop torturing me! You're all I think about, all I dream about. This isn't fair!" She hit him several times before he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. She pushed him away and bolted out the door.

Harry ran after her. Rain was pounding on the sidewalk as he ran towards her, and he was positive, between the rain and her head start, he'd never catch up to her.

So he did something completely ridiculous and utterly unromantic.

He tackled her into the grass.

"Harry!" she gasped as she hit the ground, his hands going behind her head to cushion the blow. The wind had been knocked out of her, and when her breathing finally returned to normal, she screamed over the noise of the pouring rain, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Harry smiled at her, "Making sure you know this isn't a dream."

She opened her mouth to tell him off, but he kissed her. Hard. She tried to push him off her, but she gave up when she realized it was useless.

Her hands slipped into his hair and she realized this was finally real.

Molly sat a plate of cookies in front of Lily, who took one. "So, Lily," she said carefully, "Where did you and your mum live before you came back to England?"

Lily swallowed, "In Chicago."

"When did your mum find out about Jamie?"

"Well, Mum left me with a friend of hers to come back and tell Dad about me, but when I asked her what he said, she told me I was going to have a brother. That kinda freaked me out."

"Did you mum ever talk about us?" Ron asked, taking a cookie.

Lily nodded. "Only in her sleep. I used to listen to her and that's how I found out what dad's name was."

Molly smiled, "Ginny was always the chatty one."

Jamie grabbed a cookie, and Hermione took it away from him. "No, you aren't big enough yet."

Jamie stuck his fist in his mouth and cooed. "He does that when Mum tells him no too," Lily told her, taking another cookie. "Only, Mum always gives in and starts baby talking him."

Hermione laughed, "It's kind of hard not too, he's so cute." Jamie laughed as Hermione started tickling him. "And so ticklish."

"Why did Mum leave? The first time, I mean."

Everyone stopped and looked at Lily. "Well, um," Ron began uncomfortably, "Back when your mum and dad were in school, your dad had to fight off this really evil guy. He had it in for him, and I guess when your mum found out she was pregnant, she didn't want to lay even more responsibility on your dad, so she left." When he saw Lily's face fall, he added quickly, "It was really unnecessary, your dad always wanted kids and would have loved you two. Your mum was just trying to do the best thing, but it ended up being the worst thing for everyone involved."

"Oh," Lily replied softly.

"But now you're back and your mum and dad will end up together again," Hermione told her, trying to get her to smile.

It worked. "Do you really think so?" she asked hopefully.

"Of course, we all knew they'd end up together eventually," Molly said.

"So, does this mean you'll marry me?" Harry asked as he and Ginny walked back to his flat.

She squeezed his hand, "I'm not sure yet, you might have to convince me," she told him, winking suggestively. Before he could blink she ran off again.

He rolled his eyes and groaned, but soon started chasing her again. She ran up all six flights of stairs and then into his flat. He was catching up with her, and as soon as he got up the sixth flight, she had shut the door.

"Gin, open up!" he called, banging on the door.

"No."

"C'mon Gin, open the door."

"No."

"What could you possibly be doing?"

"Something important."

"What's so important that you have to lock your fiancé out of his flat?" he whined.

"This." She opened the door and smiled.

His mouth dropped. "Oh, that."

She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him inside. "Yes, that." She shut the door with her foot.

Viola! I hope this satisfies everyone's need to know why Ginny turned him down. That being said, you may review.

Missy