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A/N: Well, here it is! Thanks a ton for all the reviews; I love them so much. I hit the hundred mark with last chapter! This is the next-to-last chapter, one more and the epilogue after this. Read now, review when you're done.
Back Into My Heart
Chapter Nine: All Found Out
It's just a matter of time until we're all found out. Take our tears and put them on ice, 'cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light.
- Fall Out Boy
"Happy Christmas!" Fred and George yelled as they ran down the Burrow's upstairs hallway.
Ginny laughed from her seat in Hermione and Fleur's bedroom, hearing the twins' shouting and then a sudden silence. Hermione raised an eyebrow, and stood up, walking over to her bedroom door.
She peeked her head out and stifled a giggle as she saw Fred and George glaring repressedly at Bill, who stood in front of the two smirking.
"Honestly. I was still sleeping," he complained, his unkempt hair and robe proving his statement.
"Eet is ten already, and on Christmas," argued Fleur, walking to her fiance's side and kissing him on the cheek. "Happy Christmas, zough."
Bill grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Happy Christmas to you, too."
"Oh, please," Hermione teased, going back to her room.
"Finite," said Ginny, taking the silencing charm off of the twins and rolling her eyes. She smiled a little at Bill and Fleur, and followed Hermione.
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"Christmas breakfast in the kitchen!" Ginny heard Mrs. Weasley's loud voice coming from the kitchen, and scrambled to beat the others to get generous helpings. Mrs. Weasley's food, normally more delectable than the average witch's, was even better on holidays.
Fred and George slid into the kitchen, wearing the socks Mrs. Weasley had knitted for their first Christmas presents. Bill and Fleur were right behind Ginny, and Charlie had clambered out of bed just in time to beat Hermione who was last in line.
Harry had beaten everyone, and was already sitting at his place. Ginny noticed this as she sat down at her seat, which she found thanks to the 'G' knit sweater Mrs. Weasley had made. Hers was gray, as usual, but Ginny had no problem with the colour, it being one of the few that looked acceptable with the shade of her hair.
Ron was groaning silently behind Mrs. Weasley's back at another maroon-coloured sweater, which she still hadn't figured out that he despised. Hermione was smiling at Mrs. Weasley, clutching her royal blue sweater, and all of the others were finding their gifts as well.
After a large breakfast filled with all sorts of pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, every which way fried eggs, muffins, and other breakfast foods, a knock on the Weasley front door came. Ginny's forehead wrinkled as she wondered who it could be. Most people apparated in…
"I'll get it." Mrs. Weasley stood up from her empty plate, and most others went to the living room to sit down and talk for a while. She bustled into the room where the front door was located, and peeked out of the window to the porch. Smiling delightedly, Mrs. Weasley quickly opened the door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Granger! Happy Christmas!" she said, hugging them both swiftly.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," greeted Mrs. Granger, and her husband nodded and smiled.
"I'm so glad you came, dears! Hermione will be so glad to see you. Everyone is in the living room; come in and see them."
"Sorry to just drop in like this," Mrs. Granger rushed in to explain, but was cut off with a warm smile from the Weasley matriarch.
"Nonsense. We consider Hermione part of the family, and therefore you too. Now, this way." Mrs. Weasley led Hermione's parents through the Burrow's downstairs and to the living room.
Ginny, who had been sitting in her favorite armchair in the corner of the room next to Hermione, looked up and jabbed her friend in the arm. Hermione glanced at Ginny confusedly, and then saw who had just entered the room and stood up in an instant.
"Mum and Dad! I was going to come spend the afternoon with you!" Hermione smiled brightly, hugging both of her parents at once.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger only smiled at their daughter.
"Well, Happy Christmas," said Mr. Granger, patting Hermione on the back.
"We just had breakfast," Mrs. Weasley interuppted politely. "Did you eat anything this morning? I'm sure we have plenty of leftovers…"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Weasley," Mrs. Granger began. "We-"
"Don't be silly, call me Molly. If you insist, maybe you can join us for lunch… My husband Arthur should be out in the garden, I'll call him in." She smiled again brightly, and hurried out to the garden.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger smiled a little nervously, seeing the full room. "Hello, everyone," said Mrs. Granger, giving a small wave.
"Happy Christmas," the room chorused and Ginny laughed.
"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Granger," Ginny welcomed the two parents standing apprehensively at the entrance to the living room.
"Er, hello, Ginny." Mrs. Granger smiled, visibly relieved. Ginny guessed that they felt a little out of place in a room full of wizards, and she was surprised that they remembered her name. She supposed that Hermione had talked about everyone, as her parents seemed to know everyone's name.
"Well, I'm going outside. Anyone want to join me?" asked Charlie, getting up from a couch. Most of the room nodded eagerly, wanting to play in the second snowfall of the year that had just fallen the previous night.
Hermione led her parents outside, following all but Ginny, Harry, and the twins. Ginny suspected that the twins would pull some prank in relation to the snow, and would come outside in a few minutes, but she wondered why Harry stayed indoors. She would be going outside later, even though she prefered summer to winter, but she wanted a mug of hot chocolate and to get back to the present that had just arrived from Cathy.
Upstairs, in Ginny's room, a medium-sized, light brown owl was perched upon the headboard of her bed. Next to it, on her pillow, sat a wrapping paper-covered lump. Ginny smiled, sitting down on her bed next to it, and ripped open her gift.
Inside the package was a scrapbook-looking thing. Ginny figured it was some kind of book, anyway. She opened it, a little smile still on her face, and saw a picture of her and Cathy from the first day of school. Another was from when Ginny had gotten sorted, and random other photos such as the first day of school ever year, when Ginny had spent her break at Cathy's house, the Quidditch World Cup, Hogsmeade trips, and studying for O.W.L.s.
There were several blank pages at the end, which Ginny guessed they would fill up later with graduation, N.E.W.T.s, and all. She grinned, wondering how Cathy had gotten all the pictures, and moved on to the presents Zacharias and Jacob had sent her.
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Back downstairs, Ginny opened the book that her friend Jacob had sent her, a fiction romance novel. She had just finished chapter one, when Harry walked into the room and sat down in the chair next to her couch.
"Hey, Gin," he said casually.
Ginny shut the book and sat up, laying it beside her. "Hi, Harry," she replied, a little nervously anticipating his next words.
"Happy Christmas." Harry leaned back in his armchair, grinning at her.
"Erm, you too."
"So, is Paul coming today?" Harry questioned, trying not very successfully to act nonchalant.
Ginny licked her lips, watching Harry's face and wishing, not for the first time, that she could read minds. Her life would be so much more simple.
"I think so," she answered, and couldn't resist adding, "why?"
"Just wondering," muttered Harry.
"Er, okay then."
"Yeah," Harry said, with another odd look on his face. "Ginny, do you like Paul?" he asked suddenly, and then looked as if he regretted it.
Ginny colored more than Hary had ever made her blush before. Except that time with the elbow-in-butterdish thing…
"Er…" was all she could say. "Erm, I dunno. He's, er, really nice, and… I mean, of course I like him, but… er, I mean…" Ginny gave up talking and bit her lip, her whole body heating up.
Stop blushing! she told herself furiously. And figure out what to say that doesn't sound like a bumbling idiot.
"Could you, er, ask that again?" asked Ginny, taking a breath. Harry seemed relieved that Ginny hadn't professed her undying love for Paul, but chewed on his lip as Ginny asked him to repeat his question.
"Do you-" Harry took a breath, trying to smile at Ginny "-erm, fancy Paul?" He looked down at his hands, cursing himself silently.
"Um, maybe," Ginny blurted out, and squeezed her hands, most likely leaving deep fingernail marks. "I don't know… ask me later."
Why was she being so nervous? She could fancy Paul if she chose. Ginny just happened to fancy Harry more. And why was Harry interested in her love life? Ginny began getting a headache.
"I was just… wondering," Harry said lamely. "I'll, er-"
"I'm going outside now," said Ginny quickly. "Er, see you."
"Yeah, bye."
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"Ah!" Cathy shrieked, flattening herself onto the ground. A huge mound of snow flew past where she had been standing, and she sat back up, glaring at the group in front of her. "Well, Happy Christmas," she greeted, with a little wave.
"Happy Christmas, Cath!" Ginny ran over to her friend, partly happy to see her, and partly avoiding several snowballs.
Ginny pulled Cathy to her feet. "Isn't the ground a little cold?" she asked, laughing.
"Yeah. So, huge snowball fight?" Cathy screamed again, and jerked Ginny to the side.
"Uh huh," Ginny said, grinning, and flicking some snow at Cathy with her wand. "Really fun, but you've got to watch out. Everyone has lots of experience with snow fights. But we need a fort!"
Mr. and Mrs. Granger had left the Burrow, and suddenly all of the Weasleys (minus Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who were inside watching it all through the window with laughs) and their guests had sent huge amounts of snow at one another.
Ginny was sending snow at everyone except Harry, who she was carefully avoiding, and ducking from snow from all the others.
Cathy hurriedly put a shield charm around herself as she packed snow, forming a sloppy wall of snow to defend her and Ginny from the snowballs. When it was done, Ginny got down on her knees in the snow behind it, and peeked around its edge to throw a small, tightly-packed snowball at Charlie's side.
"Damn!" Charlie turned around and saw a glimpse of Ginny ducking back behind the wall.
Cathy giggled, sitting with her back against the wall, and pulled her knees to her chest. "Can they come to this dside of our wall?" she whispered loudly.
"Yes, we can!" Fred said, grinning evilly, as he suddenly apparated in front of them and snow flew in their faces.
"Argh!" yelled Ginny. "Bloody Merlin, that was cold!"
"It got down my shirt! COLD! Cathy screamed, dancing up and down and trying to empty the snow out of her clothes.
Ginny sniggered at her friend, and then shot a pile of snow at Fred. She then conjured a small rock, put snow around it, and slammed it towards her brother's stomach.
"Ow! Shit, Ginny! What'd you have in there, a boulder?"
"Just a rock!" Ginny said over her shoulder, making several more snowballs as fast as she could.
Hermione and Ron, who were a team, crept up to the other side of Ginny and Cathy's wall and dumped armloads of snow on their heads. The twins' team was busy reeking havoc on Charlie and Harry, while Bill and Fleur were playfully throwing snowballs at each other.
"Bill! Fleur! You guys are supposed to be a team! Get your arses over here and fight us!" Charlie said, guarding himself from an oncoming load of snow from George.
Fleur laughed, pushing Bill a bit, and they began advancing on Charlie and Harry. The twins wandered off, supposedly thinking of a strategy, while Ginny and Cathy fought off Ron and Hermione.
Ron yelped as Ginny tackled him, stuffing snow down the back of his sweater. He glared at her and shoved her off of him, sticking snow in her hair as he did so.
"Ah!" Ginny whipped around, and saw a wide-eyed Harry.
"Sorry!" he said hastily. "I meant for it to hit Ron, I swear!"
Ginny raised an eyebrow, and then her wand, and soon Harry was buried in snow. In a moment, Harry stuck his head out of the top and saw Ginny's laughing face. Harry was absolutely amazing more than ever at that moment, for reasons Ginny couldn't explain and didn't know herself.
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"Merlin, that was cold!" exclaimed Cathy, renewing a warming spell on herself.
"Yeah it was," Ginny said, sitting down in the kitchen to take off her shoes. "Ready for a late lunch?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
"Erm, sandwiches, chips, and bagels?" Ginny rummaged through the shelves and leaned from behind a cabinet door holding a bag of bagels.
"How about a banana and peanut butter sandwich for me?" Cathy sat down at the counter, plopping on one of the stools.
Ginny flicked her wand at the cabinets, and some peanut butter, a banana, and two slices of bread appeared on the countertop. With another wave, the banana peeled and sliced itself into pieces, and Ginny put the sandwich together.
"Pumpkin juice, okay?" she asked, opening the refrigerator.
"Yeah, sure."
Ginny poured both of them a glass of pumpkin juice, grabbed two bagels for herself, and sat down beside Cathy. They had just gotten inside from two hours in the snow, and were cold and hungry. The others had gone to change or get their wands for drying and/or heating charms.
"Thanks so much for your Christmas present," said Ginny, warmly. "I love it!"
"No big deal. I got Colin to give me copies of pictures he has taken of us from the past seven or so years. He didn't really mind. And the last pages we can fill up with pictures from graduation and the rest of the year and all of that," Cathy explained.
"Oh, okay. So, I'll give you your gift before you leave."
"'Kay. So Harry and Paul kissed you?" Cathy remembered and asked eagerly, taking a bite of her sandwich.
"Yes," Ginny said, chewing on her bagel, and propped her head up with her hand, her elbow resting on the counter.
"And?"
"And nothing. I don't know what to think. I fancy Paul, I guess, but I fancy Harry more. But Harry just announced that he wasn't dating a few days ago, yet he keeps talking to me about Paul," said Ginny frustratedly.
"Wow. You and Harry need counselors badly." Cathy sighed, and continued eating her sandwich.
"Yeah. Paul's coming over this afternoon, actually. Maybe you can meet him, if you're still here."
"I'll probably just stay to meet him, but I don't want to be a third wheel. It's not fun at all," told Cathy.
"Nope. But what if Harry really does fancy me? I mean, I like him more than Paul. Does that mean I'm leading Paul on?" Ginny rubbed her head. "I've spent a while thinking about this, and my mind has gone in circles."
"Well, you do fancy Paul, too. And you guys aren't official. Plus Harry said he isn't dating. So until he is, you can do whatever you're doing with Paul," Cathy advised.
"Maybe," said Ginny. "Though I don't really fancy the idea of sitting and waiting on Harry, it's my only choice. I'm not about to get him to express his undying love towards me…"
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"Paul, hey!" Ginny greeted Paul at the Weasley doorstep with a quick hug and a small blush.
"Happy Christmas, Ginny," he said warmly, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Ginny flushed again, and turned around to make sure that no one had seen. Everyone else was in various parts of the house, and Ginny had just given everyone their gifts.
"Er, you too. And, uh, my friend Cathy is here. You want to meet her?"
"Oh, yeah. Of course," Paul replied.
Ginny looked up and smiled at him, but she could only think about what Harry would say or think because she was with Paul. Would he be jealous? He did fancy her, right?
"She's upstairs, in my room," said Ginny, climbing the stairs beside Paul.
"Okay."
Paul and Ginny walked the rest of the way upstairs without talking, and Ginny knocked on the door to her bedroom.
"Hey, Cathy? Paul's here," she said, waiting at the door.
"Oh, okay." The door opened, and Cathy, standing behind it, smiled at Paul. "I'm Cathy."
"Hey." Paul shook Cathy's hand and Cathy grinned at Ginny.
"Well, I've met you, now." Cathy laughed a little and then smiled. "But I had better be going. Maybe I'll come back for a little while before we go back to Hogwarts, Gin."
"Okay, see you," said Ginny. "And thanks for the gift!"
"Bye!" Cathy waved and disappeared in a crack.
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Ginny stared into space, not saying anything, and just thinking. Paul hadn't really been talking much, or paying her as much attention as he usually did. Was something wrong with him?
She sighed a little, and turned back to Alicia and Angelina, who had come to the Burrow for Christmas day. She had just given them their Christmas gifts from her, and got some sweets from them in return.
"Well, thanks for the gifts. I think me and Paul are going to the village now," said Ginny, smiling at her brothers' girlfriends.
"All right, then. See you," Angelina replied and Alicia waved at them and turned to Mrs. Weasley.
Paul and Ginny didn't talk too much on the walk to the village, either. They were going to visit Lorelai, and see how her Christmas was going, but first pick her up something for Christmas at the village.
"The sweets shop is really good," Ginny suggested, and Paul quickly agreed.
The two walked in together, and came out a few minutes later munching on something for themselves, and holding Lorelai's gift.
"She likes chocolate, right?"
"Yeah, she does. A lot. Usually when I'm in the village with her she'll want to go in the sweet shop," Paul told, smiling at the thought of his cousin.
"You two again," said Uncle Arnie, not in a mean way, but not in a friendly manner either, when they arrived on his doorstep.
"Yes, Happy Christmas to you, too," Ginny muttered, and ignored the look Lorelai's father gave her.
"Er, we're here to see Lorelai. Is she home?" questioned Paul, looking past his uncle.
"Yeah. LORELAI!" the man roared, and seconds later the little girl came running up behind him.
"Paul and Ginny!" she said happily, squeezing past her dad.
"Hi, Lorelai," Ginny greeted her, returning Lorelai's hug.
"Happy Christmas," she said into Ginny's back.
"You too. Me and Paul got you something."
Uncle Arnie had walked away, and Katie had sat down on the doorstep, taking the hints from Uncle Arnie that he did not really want them to come inside or stay long.
"I got something too!" exclaimed Lorelai, running back inside the house. Ginny smiled up at Paul, who was still standing, and Lorelai came back in a moment. "Here!"
Lorelai handed a sheet of paper to Ginny and Paul each. Ginny smiled and looked down at her picture, which was a drawing of two stick figures holding hands and a rainbow. On the side it said: To: Ginny, From: Lorelai, and I LOVE YOU!
Ginny smiled again at the innocence of little children after Voldemort had gone, giving Lorelai another hug. "Thanks so much."
"You're welcome! What's my present?"
Paul laughed a little, and pulled out a package of sweets from the village sweet shop. He handed it to her, and she immediately opened it with a shriek and started chewing on some.
"Thanks! Want one?" Lorelai offered some to both Paul and Ginny, but they declined, having just finished their sweets they had bought themselves off.
"We're going back to the village for a healthier snack," Ginny told Lorelai. "Do you want to ask your Dad if you can come?"
"Okay." Lorelai ran back inside, and came out again, smiling and shutting her front door. "He said 'okay.' Let's go!"
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Ginny and Paul had just taken Lorelai back to her house, after a quick snack at some random café. It was growing cold again, and Ginny looked around to make sure no muggles except Paul could see her, and casted a fast heating charm on herself. She was having to cast a lot of those lately.
Again, Ginny noticed that Paul was acting strange, especially after they had dropped Lorelai off at her home. She wondered if she should comment on it, but didn't want to say anything that might annoy him. However, Ginny became more curious and impatient when he stopped talking much, and decided to hint at something. Or not.
"Paul, what's the matter with you?" Ginny questioned, not in a mean way. She tilted her head and stopped walking, and Paul stopped also.
"Nothing, really… Well, except, what are we?" he asked, looking into her eyes sincerely.
"I dunno. We've known each other for a few days…" Ginny trailed off, and looked at her feet, and then at Paul's face.
"And we've kissed."
"Yes, but we haven't really said anything about it," Ginny continued, and shifted on her feet.
"Right. So I guess we're friends now… with benefits?" Paul laughed a little, and then stopped at the serious expression on Ginny's face.
"I despise friends with benefits." Ginny shrugged, and they continued walking, not knowing what else to say.
"Then… er, do you want to date or something?"
"I go to a whole different school…" said Ginny, knowing that it didn't really matter.
But her thoughts were racing. If she dated Paul, would anything Harry might have felt for her disappear? She did fancy Harry more than Paul… but what if Harry never came around? Paul was a really great, nice guy, unlike most guys she knew. It wasn't that easy to find a young man like that.
Could Ginny picture herself being in love with him? Marrying him, even? Or was he more of a really great friend? Ginny bit her lip out of habit, squeezing her hand into a fist and then letting it go again.
Harry's face filled her head, so much that she couldn't look at Paul or talk to him. All the fun times she had with Harry… Paul was really nice, but not crazy like her and Harry. Just as Ginny was going to hint that they might should only be friends, Paul spoke up.
"That's true. Maybe… we should just be… really great friends. I love you a whole lot, even though we just met, I really do. But not exactly in that way. You know?" Paul said tentatively, stopping again to watch Ginny's expression.
Ginny smiled at him, knowing exactly what he meant. "That's perfect."
They had reached the edge of the Burrow's yard, and Ginny glanced at the house's windows to make sure no one was watching them.
"Happy Christmas, then," said Paul, smiling a little also. "Are we… going to see each other before you go back to school?"
"Maybe, I dunno," Ginny replied, not really wanting to see him for a while, until she got things with Harry straight.
"Time to get over ourselves?" Paul suggested, with a laugh.
"Something like that. But I will see you again. Maybe you can come to my graduation, or something."
"Yeah, okay. Er, bye then." Paul gave Ginny a quick hug and a smile, before walking away as he usually did when they reached the Burrow.
"Bye," Ginny called, and walked to the back yard, not wanting to go inside the Burrow.
She sat down on the top of a snow-covered picnic table the Weasleys often used, and looked at the beautiful white snow in her yard, and traces of the snow fight from earlier. Ginny and Cathy's snow wall was partially torn down, and their were snowballs, some still impact, all over the ground.
Ginny sat still for a little while, her teeth chattering but admiring the beauty of the snow nonetheless. Another warming charm wouldn't help anything, as she didn't feel the cold. Ginny thought of her conversation with Paul again, repeating everything they had said to herself. They did what had to be done. They both liked being with each other, but more like friends. There was no friction between the two, at least not romantically.
"Hey, Gin," Harry said softly from behind her.
Ginny smiled at him warmly, and he sat down on the picnic table next to her. Not too closely, but close enough where she could feel the heat coming from him, and figured that he must have just came from the inside.
"Hi, Harry." Ginny wondered if he would say anything about Paul, or about what they had talked about earlier. And what would she say, if he did?
"So… are you, er, having a good Christmas?" asked Harry, glancing at her sitting beside him.
"Yeah. Really good, actually. What about you?"
"It's been getting better," Harry said after a moment.
"Why?" Ginny queried curiously.
Harry didn't answer her, but smiled so she knew he wasn't ignoring her, and reached for something on the table next to him.
"Happy Christmas. It's your Christmas gift from me," he explained, handing it to her.
Ginny smiled softly up at his face, and carefully tore away the paper.
"Oh. Thank you so much, Harry." In Ginny's lap was a few photos of them, arranged in one frame. They were pictures she guessed Colin had taken, as most of the pictures of Hogwarts she saw were.
One was when the Gryffindor team had won the Quidditch Cup in Ginny's sixth year, when Harry had been captain. Harry had had his arm casually slung around Ginny's shoulder, and they were both grinning, though one could see that they were not innocent children, and Voldemort was still in the back of everyone's mind. Another was of some random moment by the lake, them sitting together, not aware that the picture was being taken, and the last was the last time Ginny had seen Harry. It was from Harry's graduation, and they were standing close together, laughing and Ron and Hermione snogging a few yards away.
"They're… they're great. Colin pictures?" Ginny didn't take her gaze from the pictures, smiling and her eyes almost filling with tears.
"Yeah." Harry gave a short laugh. "Er… do you like it?"
"Merlin, yes! They're wonderful. Going on my dresser. Now, actually," said Ginny, standing up. She had to go and think about everything. Ginny wanted to collect her thoughts, and wonder if she should snog Harry senseless or not.
"Gin, wait, I-" Harry stopped and stood up, right in front of her. "I, er, hope you like it."
"I do. A lot. Thanks a ton," Ginny assured him sincerely.
He grinned at her, a slightly nervous grin, as she stepped forward to go into the Burrow.
"Gin," said Harry again.
Ginny bit her lip and turned around to face him. She opened her mouth to say something, but Harry put his hand on her upper arm and leaned down gently.
What the bloody hell? Ginny thought wildly, but nevertheless let her lips meet his.
The kiss was much better than their first one. Ginny wrapped an arm around his neck, and his hand automatically cupped around her jawline.
In a moment, Harry pulled back slightly, saying her name again hesitantly. Ginny grabbed his arm again, and kissed him another time.
A/N: Yay! This is my favorite chapter to write so far. I think I might like the next one more though.
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A/N: Wow, everyone. Thanks for reviewing. It makes me write a lot faster, and I'm not just saying that. And it makes my writing better, I think. Since I put Harry/Ginny in this chapter, review! Hehe. Please though, really, review. One more chapter, and the epilogue after this!