Author's Note: Ok, so I know I haven't updated in possibly what's known as forever, but I've been busy ok? But I've been real busy, I'm wvolunteering with this anti-drug thing, I'm working, and I finally got time this morning to update this fanfic when I woke up at 4:00 am! So, here's the next chappie, ok?

While I 'm at it, I'd like to say that I read Half Blood Prince in 4 and a half hours! I stayed up all night with friends, it was a blast!

HUGE shout out to Robert, who begged me to continue this fic, even tho I was thinking of deleting it.

Also, I don't own Harry Potter, or anything remotely related to it. (Except for multitudes of collectibles, the movies, books and one very cool Hagrid doll.)

Chapter 2: Lucky Thirteen

"Why do you always do that the Muggle way?"

Harry turned and grinned at the sight of Ginny standing in the doorway. Her brilliant red hair was clipped back on her head, and it shone brightly from the kitchen lights. She was wearing a black shirt and jeans. As usual, she looked fabulous.

"Hey." Harry watched her walk into the room, trailing her fingers along the edge of the table as she went. "I thought you had to work at the club tonight?" On top of her job as a disc jockey, Ginny also ran a nightclub for the Hogwarts students in Hogsmeade.

"No. that's the nice thing about being your own boss-time off whenever you like." She laughed softly.

Harry wiped his hands on the dishtowel and tossed it on the counter beside the sink. "I wouldn't know."

Due to his defeat of Voldemort, Harry had enough royalties to live for a long time-even after the orphan fund he'd set up in Sirius' name to help the orphans from the Last Battle. It helped children like Harry to find a person like Sirius to live comfortably with.

While Harry's money went to help orphans, Hermione and Ron used theirs for different causes. Hermione, the top researcher during the years before the Last Battle, donated quite a bit of her money toward defensive spell research and development. She worked at that herself now. And Ron, nobody but Harry knew where Ron's money had went.

"So where are Ron and Hermione?" Ginny asked jumping onto the counter and swinging her legs back and forth. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Ahhh, fighting again. I see." Harry nodded. "What'd Ron do this time?"

"I have no idea. Something about Ron's 'lack of financial intellect.'" Harry pulled her down off the counter. Come on, I don't want to be here when Hermione gets back. Or Ron for that matter."

"She left?" Ginny had a strange look on her face.

"Yeah. Said something like 'I'm leaving and I'm not coming back' I don't… what are you laughing at?"

Ginny shook her head. "I'm sorry Harry. I just didn't think Hermione would go through with it-and she did." Ginny led him to the coat rack as she talked and grabbed his black blazer.

"Go through with what?"

"I'll tell you on the way." she pulled on his jacket and sauntered out the door onto the quiet suburban street. Harry groaned and followed her.

As Ginny led the way down the street, Harry reflected on the first time he and Ginny had ever walked this way to the park. He sighed happily.

It had been a quiet evening in late spring, just like this one. Harry had just defeated Voldemort, he was still in shock slightly at what he had done. They were exploring the neighborhood around Ginny's new apartment. The street had been lined with trees losing their blossoms, and they all kept falling into her hair. They had walked in silence, and kept walking until Ginny noticed a small park about five minutes into the walk. Once inside, they found a lovely pond with a weeping willow tree hanging over it. Since then, the two often walked there to relax and when Ron found the apartment nearby, they both had smiled at the thought that they could walk to visit the park from the trio's apartment too.

Today when they arrived, the sun was just starting to set, filling the park with brilliant hues of red, orange and pink.

"So what did Hermione go through with?"

Ginny took his hand and leaned against his shoulder. "Hermione is…put bluntly…sick of Ron's procrastination."

"What do you mean?"

"Hermione is 20 years old. She has a well paying job and a boyfriend who…" Ginny rolled her eyes in an annoyed fashion.

"Worships the ground she walks on." Harry reminded her gently.

"Exactly." Ginny sighed. "And Hermione wants to settle down and doesn't know if that's what Ron wants."

"I see."

They were silent for a few minutes then Harry spoke. "Hermione's in for a big surprise."

Ginny lifted her head off his shoulder. "What do you mean?" Harry chuckled, grinning. Realization dawned on her face. "No!" she said in awe. He nodded. "He's going to…" Another nod. "Really?"

"Really, Really."

"Oh sweet MERLIN!" Ginny jumped with glee and stopped walking. "When did he tell you this?"

"Saturday." Harry laughed at her enthusiasm.

"Wow." Ginny said softly and started walking again. "My brother… wow."

"Hard to believe?" Harry asked, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah." Ginny shook her head disbelievingly. "I mean, I can remember when the most important thing in Ron's life was his teddy bear!"

Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Ron had a teddy bear?"

"Yeah, the same one that was turned into a spider by Fred. It's in the attic at the Burrow." She answered. Harry grinned mischievously. "Oh no, Potter! Don't even think about it!"

"What?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"I can see those cogs working in your mind. You're as bad as Fred and George!"

"Hey, I've earned a little fun."

"Hmmm let's see… trolls, three headed dogs, acromantulas, basilisk, Voldemort's memory, dementors, dragons, merpeople, Death Eaters, giants, vampires, Voldemort…" Ginny counted them off on her fingers. "Nope only 12. You need one more."

"Why?"

"Lucky thirteen."

"But none of those were any fun, or lucky, for me." Harry whined playfully.

"Harry, love, doing good deeds isn't always fun for the person doing them." Ginny teased back as she opened the gate of the park and led him toward the weeping willow tree. "It just has to be good for the person you do it for." Ginny leaned against the tree.

"But it can be fun for me," He drew closer to her, effectively pinning her to the tree. His voice dropped an octave. "Right?"

"Right." she whispered.

He leaned his head against hers. "In that case," His left hand came to rest on her waist, and the other pulled her clip out of her hair and dropped it to the ground, then tangled in her hair. "I better finish off that list with a deed I'm going to enjoy too, if I'm lucky."

Ginny smiled. "Lucky thirteen." she whispered, before his mouth covered hers.