Yup, I have a boyfriend. I am a girlfriend. The Boy-who-lived is my boyfriend. Yup.
We didn't come down from my room all night. I'm not going into details, but let's just say that I barely can wear white on my wedding day anymore. Well, I still can. Imagine Ron and Hermiones faces when we came down to breakfast hand in hand the morning after. I didn't even care that Hermiones oatmeal was melting my insides, as Harry does that by just looking at me.
I never thought I'd get to be with him like this. I've wanted it since I was eleven, but I never really thought it would happen. Harry claims he's always looked at me in a certain way, but I highly doubt it. I just had to mention one name to shut him up; Cho Chang. But I don't mind, I'm just glad he came to his senses and smelled the hottie, so to speak.
And I must say, I'm entirely grateful to Ron for introducing me to the Weasley Theories, although I'm not really sure how they helped me. He says he don't know either, as he came to the conclusions that Weasleys are bad at lying, allergic to nuts, scared of spiders and have a bad temper. I really have no idea how he succeeded in getting Hermione to fall for him, but I reckon it's a love potion of some sort.
One night, Harry and I were in the living room together. He was lying on his back on the couch with me on him, softly pulling his fingers through my hair.
"Ginny?" he suddenly asked, and I looked up at him. "What is the Theories?"
My eyes went wide.
"What?"
"I heard Ron and Hermione talking about some Theories and how we got together."
"Oh," I giggled a little, "right. Well, Ron told me some time ago that when you're a Weasley you have certain personality traits. And when I found them out I'd..."
"Yes?"
I hesitated a little before continuing.
"I'd get you."
Harry grinned at me and puffed up his chest.
"Oh really," he said cheekily, "what do you know. Well, it worked anyways. What were they?"
I smiled widely.
"They were stupid, that's what they were."
"Come on, tell me!"
"Alright," I sighed. "I came to the conclusions that I'm clumsy, I sneeze at inappropriate times, I'm a chicken, and that men are jerks but fabulous ones at that."
Harry laughed out loud.
"That has to be the most funniest thing I've ever heard!" he choked.
"Yeah?" I said grumpily. "Well, they are what got us togheter."
He stopped laughing and looked at me affectionately where I lay with my chin on his chest.
"I know," he said with a loving smile, "and I can't tell you how glad I am that they did."
This is like a dream, I thought. Before I accidentally sneezed on him. Again.
Some things never do change.
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