(A/N: Could I have changed my mind about telling you about Pink? Hehe, read to find out. This, also, is not the last chapter, in fact there are at least three more, probably four, possibly more. I'm not sure yet. I personally can't wait to write the chapter of the engagement party. Lots of fun that chapter will be. Also, the rest of the chapters will be based five years later, like this one is. So even if the date is the same as a previous chapter, it is five years later. Got that? Good! Over 300 reviews! Keep reviewing! You guys rock!)

Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling! I don't own Harry Potter! I don't know why I keep putting exclamation points after because it isn't very exciting!

September Twenty

Five Years Later

"Did they write yet?" Ron asked looking expectantly at the mail that Blaise was holding.

"Patience is a virtue." Blaise smirked holding out a letter that could only be from his sister. He teased Ron with it, holding it just out of his reach.

Ron knew this game of Blaise's. They hadn't been together for five years, give or take a few break ups to not. Ron kissed Blaise squarely on the lips and the minute he had him distracted grabbed the letter. "Aha!"

"So what did she have to say?" Blaise asked as he watched Ron read the letter. "Did it mention a proposal?"

"No." Ron replied grumpily. "He swore he was going to propose any day now."

"I'm sure he will get around to it." Blaise replied already bored with the conversation. "Let's go back to bed. It's more fun in bed."

"We've been in Italy for one week." Ron replied. "And for that whole week we've stayed in bed. What happened to the boy who promised to show me the sights all those years ago?"

Blaise smirked. "He just reached his sexual peak."

"Which isn't going anywhere any time soon. But we are leaving Italy tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go then." Blaise replied taking his hand. "But when we get back, you are all mine."

"Agreed."

Ginny was sitting at her table reading the morning paper. Same news as usual, a few riots, probably started by Death Eaters, Hermione had gotten another law passed, how did that girl do it? She sipped at her coffee, when were those damn Death Eaters going to give up? They were only going to be caught, maybe if Harry hadn't killed Voldermort she could understand their daring. But, riots? In the daytime? She shrugged maybe the wanted to get caught.

One thing was for sure, she was getting better sleep. No more damn dreams about evil plans to steal peoples bodies. Not that her dreams were any better. At least she slept through the night most nights. As long as her cover wasn't being stolen. Pompous git, he kept stealing her bed cover. She would be sleeping so nicely one minute and the next minute she would be awake and freezing. Who did he think he was? What because she slept with him and dated him he was allowed to steal her cover. He can get his own damn cover. Stupid man stealing her cover!

Ginny looked up as the mail arrived. A box was dropped in front of her. Who sent her something? She opened the box and looked inside. She looked at the book curiously. A Pocket Guide to Successfully Understanding Your Fairy Stone. She was about to open the book when she was interrupted.

"Hey, love." Harry said as he kissed her on the cheek.

"Did you sleep well?" Ginny asked uninterested.

"Of course, you were with me." Harry replied as he turned his back to make a cup of coffee.

Ginny made a face at him as she tucked the small book into her pocket. She smiled as he turned to face her.

"I made dinner plans for us tonight." Harry told her. "We will have to leave at 7:30."

"Where are we going?" Ginny asked, slightly annoyed that he had just made plans without consulting her.

"The Sun Down Cafe." Harry replied. "Don't forget."

"I won't." Ginny replied rolling her eyes. "7:30, on the dot."

"Are you going to your store?" Harry asked.

"Yes dear." Ginny replied. "I have to, who else would run it."

"It isn't like we need the little money it attributes." Harry replied, a hint of superiority in his voice. "In fact I think it eats money faster than it makes it."

"Well, dear, if you don't like my store than don't bother to come visit me in it." Ginny replied through gritted teeth, but smiling. "It isn't just some silly thing I do to keep entertained and happy."

"But you don't need to work." Harry replied. "I make plenty for the both of us."

"I have to get to work." Ginny replied getting up from the table. "I'll see you later tonight."

"Okay, bye love." Harry replied as he kissed her briefly on the lips.

Ginny walked quickly outside and looked around before disapparating in front of her store. That condescending prat of a boyfriend. Why did she put up with him? Her family loved him, that's why. She knew she shouldn't have started dating him. Ginny unlocked the door to her shop and flipped her closed sign over so that it said open. She made her way behind the counter and sat down on her bar stool.

When Harry had seen the bar stool he had grimaced. A bar stool in a art store. Who would ever do such a thing. Of course he was ignoring the fact that it was the only chair high enough so that Ginny could actually see beyond her high counter. She pulled out the book she had slipped into her pocket. Who would have sent this to her? She opened the book, looking for a note or something. She got what she wished as a small piece of paper floated to the ground.

She picked it up.

DM

That's all that was on it. She should have guessed. She almost threw the book away, but something was tugging on the edge of her mind. Her necklace, she always asked him about a color. What color was it? Pink, or course. How could she have forgotten.

She slowly flipped through the pages, afraid of what she would find. Finally she got to the page about different colors. She quickly read through blue, green, brown, black, yellow, orange, and red. Finally she got to pink.

Pink is the color of completion. It is a truly lucky thing for a witch or wizard to get the color pink. It means they have found the person that completes them. Contrary to popular belief, there is only one person for each person that fits them in all measures. Magically, physically, mentally and emotionally. To have your crystal glow pink when you are around someone means that you have found your soul mate.

Ginny dropped the book. No, it wasn't true. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. No! Not true! He was not her soul mate! He wasn't! She didn't notice she was crying until a tear dropped onto her hand. Damn it! No! No! No! No! No! He wasn't her damn soul mate. The book was wrong. It was just plain wrong.

Why do you still wear the necklace then? A little voice in her head asked. Damn him. She ripped the necklace off her neck, snapping the chain, and threw it against the wall. The book promptly followed it as she heaved that towards the wall also.

He wasn't her damn soul mate! He wasn't, hell no!

Ginny climbed out of her shower and wrapped a towel around her. She walked to her closet and peered in. What should she wear to dinner? The Sun Down Cafe was a really nice restaurant. She looked through her dresses before finally choosing a plain black one with thin straps that ended just above her knees. She hung the dress on the hook hanging off her bathroom door before reentering her bathroom. She tapped her hair with her wand and instantly dried it. She quickly ran a brush through her hair before walking over to her dresser and pulling out some undergarments. Nothing sexy, she wasn't planning on shagging Potter tonight. Just get through the dinner and get to bed. That's all she had to do, get through dinner.

She looked down at the necklace she had so recklessly broken. It was a pity. It was such a beautiful necklace, and she was so use to wearing it. It wouldn't hurt to continue to wear it. She sighed as she repaired the chain and placed it back on her neck. It just looked right on her. She gave herself one last look in the mirror. Not too shabby for someone who didn't wear make up, much to Harry's dismay. Merlin forbid she get one blemish on her face.

Ginny walked back to her closet and picked out a pair of shoes. Damn heels, she would have blisters before the evening was over. She slipped the shoes on her feet as Harry entered their bedroom.

"Are you ready yet?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Yes." Ginny replied. "You look nice."

"You look beautiful." Harry told her as he offered her his arm.

She took it and in a few seconds they had apparated to the front of the cafe. He led her into the restaurant and to their usual table. Ginny had hurried dinner along pretty quickly. She didn't want appetizers, she got a simple dinner. She was almost through and she could go home and sleep.

"Would you like to order desert?" The waiter asked as he approached their table.

"No thank you." Ginny replied quickly.

"Yes, two chocolate mousses." Harry replied.

"I don't want desert, sweetie." Ginny told him.

"What's your rush?" Harry asked oblivious to her anger.

"Nothing." Ginny sighed quietly as she leaned back into her chair. "No rush at all."

"Good, because there is something I wanted to ask you." Harry replied leaning towards her.

"What?" Ginny asked looking at the picture behind his head.

"Ginny?"

"Yes?" she asked meeting his gaze.

"I love you, and I was just wondering if you would do me the honor of marrying me."

Ginny froze. Marry him. Marry her first real crush. She had idolized him, worshipped him. Prayed that he would notice her. And here he was proposing. She could spend the rest of her life with the boy she had been in love with when she was eleven. He had been so wonderful when she was eleven. He was her sun. He was her everything. That had changed when she met Draco.

No. She wasn't thinking of him. She had a proposal in front of her and he wasn't going to ruin it. Would she marry Harry Potter? He was wealthy, which means he would always be able to take care of her. He was a good man, he had never laid a hand on her. He had a good reputation, and her family approved.

Ginny thought through all this in a second and quickly snapped back to reality. "Yes." she smiled like she was the happiest woman in the world. "I'll marry you."

Harry beamed as he slipped the ring that he had been holding out to her on her finger. "I love you Ginny."

"I love you too Harry."

And with those words said her picture was taken and she groaned inwardly. She knew what was going to be on the cover of tomorrow's paper. Her, beaming excitedly, she was marrying Harry Potter. She would have to write her family so that they would know first. Her mind instantly started wandering as to what they would say to each of them and what they would say back.

"Ginny."

"Hm?" Ginny asked as she snapped back to reality.

"The engagement party, when do you want to have it?"

"This weekend."

"That's a day away."

"Is that too soon?" Ginny asked.

"No, not if that is when you want it." Harry replied. Harry turned to the reporters and started talking.

Of course he would have had reporters standing by. His publicist had probably suggested it.

"Honey?" Ginny said quietly.

"Yes."

"Are there going to be reporters at the engagement party."

"Of course."

"Just checking." Ginny nodded. "I'm going back to the flat. I'm tired."

"Of course. I'll just finish up here." Harry replied as he stood up to give her a kiss goodbye. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Don't rush, I'm going to write my family, let them know."

Ginny walked out of the restaurant and quickly apparated to her apartment. Little Ginny Weasley was engaged. She was engaged to the great Harry Potter. She should be ecstatic, so why wasn't she? She was happy. She was. Ginny forced a smile, she was happy damn it! She sat down at her table and decided to write to Ron and Blaise first.

Ron, Blaise,

I love you! I hope you guys are having a blast in Italy. You better be behaving yourselves! So interesting news, good thing you guys are going to be home Saturday because you will have to attend my engagement party!

That's right, I'm engaged! To Harry. He proposed tonight at our favorite restaurant.

His favorite restaurant.

I'm sure you guys will read about this tomorrow in the papers, I had barely gotten the yes out of my mouth before cameras were flashing. We haven't set a date yet, but you two will be the first too know when we do.

I love you both.

Write me back and bring me some wickedly awesome presents from Italy

Ginny.

She looked at the letter, reading it over for any mistakes. Finally she sent if off before starting on her letter to her parents.

Dear mum and dad,

You will be reading a very interesting article tomorrow in the papers. In fact you will find that Harry and I will be on the front page.

That's right you've guessed it.

Harry and I are engaged. It was just perfect. He proposed before desert and in my excitement I forgot all about desert. Can you imagine? I'm engaged to Harry Potter! Our engagement party is Saturday, it will probably be at the Palace. You know Harry.

And yes mum I will meet you in Diagon Alley tomorrow for lunch. I won't even make you ask. I know you will want to get together. How does one sound? At the witch's brew?

Love,

Ginny

After that the letters came easier to write. Until she got to writing to Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

How is married life treating you? You will have to let me know, considering I am engaged.

I must say, I don't think Mrs. Hermione Snape will ever roll of my tongue. Are you and Harry still not getting along? I really hope that won't stop you from coming to my engagement party.

I know, I know, why am I marrying that prat Harry? Which leads to a better question. Snape?

I'm just kidding. I love you Hermione. You know it.. Anyway, Saturday, I expect to see you and Professor Snape?- Severus?- why didn't they ever teach us what to call our ex-professors when our friends married them?

What should I call him?

I hope to see you Saturday.

Ginny

She looked at the letter, she wasn't sure if she should invite them, but, she wanted Hermione there. She looked over her letters, checking that she had one for everyone. Instead of sending them all personally by owl she magicked them to the post office so that her family would receive them sooner.

Ginny made her way to the bathroom and tied her hair up in a ponytail as she got ready for bed. She was determined to be asleep before he got back. She slipped into an old worn blue shirt. She looked in the mirror and gasped. She was wearing the shirt she took from Draco's room. She hadn't even noticed she had pulled that shirt out. She didn't even know she still had this shirt. She was a little surprised Harry had never thrown it out, of course he probably assumed it was one of her brothers old shirts.

Ginny finished getting ready for bed before making her way to her bedroom. As she was moving her covers she noticed her ring for the first time. It was.... atrocious. What the hell was he thinking when he picked this out? It was big, too big for her hand, and square and gold. It had a gold band. She hated gold. She never wore gold jewelry, it didn't go with anything she owned. She wore silver. How could Harry not know that.

She shook her head as she crawled under the covers. She heard the door open and she quickly turned off the light, pulling the covers tightly over her. He wasn't getting her blankets tonight. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She loved him, she was just tired. That was it. She was just tired.

So why, even two hours later, couldn't she get to sleep?

It was all his fault. Draco fucking Malfoy. He wouldn't get out of her head. Why had he sent her that book? Why now? Had he known that Harry was going to propose? He couldn't have. How could he have? She was thinking too deeply into this. He hadn't known a damn thing. He can't have. Damn it, damn him. She turned over to face Harry, she might as well get a shag if she was going to be up.

Ginny gently kissed Harry on the lips, waking him up. She pushed her tongue into his mouth as his hand traveled up her thigh. She would be able to sleep after a good shag.

Ginny lay there as Harry fell back asleep. Key word: good. She had needed a good shag. For all of Harry's attributes he was no God in bed. The fact he could even finish himself off shocked her, of course he wouldn't actually be able to finish her off. Ever. And of course he would never stoop so low as to pleasure her orally. That was "disgusting." Of course if she wanted to crawl beneath his legs, that wasn't a problem for him.

Ginny crawled out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. She cast a silencing charm on the door before turning the water on in the tub. She lit a few candles and waited till the tub was full of water till she undressed and slipped in. She stretched out in the tub as music gently wafted around her. This was heaven. She was alone, in a warm bath, music quietly playing and the smell of Lavender was drifting up to her. Mostly, though, she was alone. Ginny almost wished she had a book to read while she was in the bath, but she wasn't going to get out now.

Instead, Ginny let thoughts drift thoughts and memories drift though her head. Hermione's wedding, the twin's double wedding, her parents recent anniversary. The opening of her store. Her first check from selling her first painting. Hell, her first art gallery showing. Ginny smiled as she though back to her first art show, in a real museum.

She had gotten a few bad reviews, she wouldn't be a good artist if she didn't. After all, if all she got were good reviews that would mean she wasn't breaking the mold, she was only joining it. Her first painting to sell was her pansy painting. The purple, screaming one. She had thought it would be one of the happier pictures, maybe the sketch of the fairy she had done back in school.

Her next painting to sell had been the one with the rip through it. A canvas with swirls of black and red and green, and a huge slash going from the top left corner to the bottom right. Another depressing painting.

Then the fairy sold. After that a few sketches of different magical animals, for the mystical animal hospital. Then her self portrait sold. And, no, it wasn't a painting of her. It was a painting of her aura actually. Although no one knew it. Not even Harry could tell.

Ginny sighed as she climbed out of the bath. It was time for her to try and get some sleep. Ginny quickly dried off and redressed herself. She walked quietly through her bedroom and into the living room. She climbed onto the couch and pulled the small blanket that was hanging on the back upon her. She curled against the back of the couch and yawned as she managed to finally drift off to sleep.