I'll Always Remember You

By Duck Goddess

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.

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Joy1 – Yeah, Ginny and Harry do start spending more time together (yay!). I don't know if anyone will tell her why she jumped in front of that spell, though because I don't think anyone knows the real reason except for her. Wow, you suffered from amnesia? This story must be really…weird for you. I don't exactly know what it's like since I've never lost my memory before.

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Chapter Three – Chatting and Plotting

"Hey, Harry, come over here!" Ron called. Harry stopped talking to Fred and George and walked over to them.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Why don't you and Ginny talk for a while – Herm and I need to go talk to Mum and Dad about the wedding," Ron suggested with a subtle smirk on his face. Harry obviously caught the smirk and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay," he said.

"Well, we have to get going. Have fun!" Hermione said too happily. They walked off and Harry could hear them snickering.

"So we meet again," Ginny said with a smile, "Do you want to go to the garden?"

"Sure."

They walked out to the garden and sat down on the bench.

"So, um, what are you planning to do in September?" Harry asked, trying to make small talk.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Ginny replied irritably, "I don't have a bloody clue."

Harry could see a bit of the old Ginny re-surfacing. He smiled.

"Well, I can help you. What's your favourite subject?"

"Hmm…I guess Defence Against the Dark Arts," Ginny said, frowning. Harry was pleased. The old Ginny liked DADA!

"You could be an Auror," Harry suggested casually, "But you need to go through three years of training."

"That's an idea. Yeah, I could be an Auror," Ginny said, smiling, "Wait, what do Ron and Hermione do?"

"Ron's with me in Auror training and Hermione's an Unspeakable."

"Cool. Wow, Ron becoming an Auror. That's so…weird," Ginny laughed. Harry then realized that Ginny didn't change at all. She just lost her memory, that's all.

"Yeah," Harry agreed. It was a very nice feeling – just sitting down and chatting with Ginny.

"So, how did you meet Ron?" she asked.

"Well, I met him on the Hogwarts Express. He was awed by the fact that I was the Boy-Who-Lived and I was equally awed by the fact that his family was full of wizards. We shared some food for a while and I guess that was the happiest moment – eating," Harry said.

Ginny laughed. It took all of Harry's control to not grab her and snog her until her brain oozed out of her ears.

"Well, I remember Hermione told me how they met. She hated him although she admitted that he was very cute. I was trying not to throw up," Ginny said, still laughing.

"Yeah, they hated and loved each other from the start," Harry said softly.

It was almost as if they were in Gryffindor Common Room again, teasing and plotting against their best friends. Harry inwardly smiled. He was going to worship Ron and Hermione after this.

Ginny lay down on the grass, staring up at the sky. Harry soon lay next to her.

"So how does it feel? I mean, after losing your memory," he asked.

"Well, it's alright, I guess. At least I remember the people who are important to me. But sometimes, it sucks. A lot. I can feel that my family and friends are just treating me like glass. I know I'm strong. I was Head Girl, for Merlin's sake. And besides, Voldemort's gone so nothing bad like that should happen again," Ginny said, scowling.

"Yeah. I remember you nearly hexed Ron when he said that you couldn't snog Dean," Harry said, laughing at the memory.

"Who the hell's Dean?" Ginny asked, frowning.

"Oh. Er, Dean's your ex-boyfriend," Harry explained, pink in the face.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me. Ron told me that we were going out before the battle. Is that true?" Ginny asked, looking at him closely.

"Er, yeah. Sort of. I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you after it – I was in France," Harry said apologetically.

"That's alright. So when did we get together?" Ginny inquired. She knew she was embarrassing him but that was her intention. She smirked as he blushed even more.

"Well, er, in my sixth year. So your fifth year," Harry said, blushing furiously.

"Oh. So did we snog a lot?" she asked innocently.

"Erm…well, I don't think I should answer that with all of your family around," he said carefully, looking around.

Ginny laughed. At first it was just a snigger but then it turned into a full-blown laughing fit.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked sadly.

"Your face!" Ginny managed to say in between laughs.

"You hurt my feelings!" Harry pouted and started pretending to sob. Ginny continued laughing. They went on like that – chatting, teasing and laughing until Fred told them to stop snogging and have dinner.

Harry stood up and went inside. Ginny stared after him. There was something about Harry that was strangely unique – how could they get along so well when they only met today? Harry seemed really upfront yet guarded at the same time. Hmm…Ginny thought, frowning.

Ginny walked down to the kitchen the next morning and found Harry sitting there, having toast.

"Morning," she said blearily.

"Morning, Ginny," he replied happily.

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Ginny asked as she stifled a yawn.

"Dunno. So what are you doing today?" Harry asked cheerfully.

"I'm moving into my flat with Luna. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I have to floo Ron and Hermione so they can help. She has to go to the Daily Prophet so she wants us to move in as fast as possible. I can't levitate all the boxes all by myself," Ginny said.

"Oh. Well, I was planning on going to their house but I can help as well if you want," Harry said casually.

"Great!" Ginny exclaimed, grinning, "I'll just go and floo them. Do you know where they live?"

"Number 10 Godric's Hollow," Harry replied, his mouth full of toast. Ginny grabbed some floo powder and threw it into the fire. It turned green and she stuck her head in.

"Number 10 Godric's Hollow!" she cried and her head started spinning madly. When it finally stopped, Ginny could see stars in her eyes. I'll have to get used to head-flooing, she thought wearily.

"Ron? Hermione?" Ginny called. Their house was positively neat but Ginny could see a magazine Hermione obviously didn't know about under the sofa.

"Ginny! How are you?" Hermione greeted her brightly. Her clothes looked oddly disheveled and her hair was all messed up.

"Have you just been having sex?" she asked bluntly. At that, she could hear Harry laughing behind her.

"Erm…what's wrong?" Hermione asked, ignoring the question. Her face was bright red.

"Well, can you and Ron help me move into my flat with Luna at about 10:00 today? Harry's helping as well," Ginny said. She was glad Harry couldn't see Hermione's sly grin on her face.

"Yeah, sure," Hermione replied, still grinning.

"Just come to The Burrow," Ginny snapped, annoyed by Hermione's grin.

"Where are you moving to?"

"We're moving to Flat 2A, Block 5, Hogsmeade Street. I'll see you soon!" After that, Ginny removed her head from the fireplace.

"Ow, my head!" she cried, as she rubbed her temple.

"Yeah, it takes some time to get used to it," Harry commented, still eating toast.

"Yeah, I didn't figure it out earlier," Ginny said sarcastically, "Ron and Hermione are coming in two hours so I'd better get packed."

Ron, Hermione and Luna arrived at The Burrow, to be greeted by Mrs. Weasley.

"Luna, dear! Come have a cup of tea!" Mrs. Weasley cried, giving her a rib-crushing hug.

"No thanks, Mrs. Weasley. I have to go help Ginny," Luna said politely. They went up the stairs to Ginny's room to find Ginny and Harry laughing and slapping each other playfully as they put things into boxes.

Ron cleared his throat pointedly. They looked up and immediately blushed.

"Hey, Gin!" Luna said enthusiastically, "Having a lot of fun, eh?" Ron and Hermione sniggered.

"Well, we're nearly done. Just have to pack a few more boxes," Ginny said, trying to ignore her last remark as she blushed. They finally closed the boxes and Ginny and Luna Apparated to the flat while the rest flooed.

"It's nice," Hermione remarked.

"Thank you, Hermione," Luna said. Ginny and Harry moved some boxes to the bedroom and that gave time for the three of them to talk.

"I think they like each other," Luna observed dreamily.

"Well, they did go out before the accident," Ron said.

"We need to find a way to get them back together!" Hermione hissed, "Luna, since you live with Ginny, you can report back to us if she says something about Harry that's strange in any way. Our address is Number 10, Godric's Hollow."

"Okay. But how do we get them back together?" Luna asked.

"We could slip a love potion in their drinks," Ron suggested, "No wait, no, no, no. That would be a pure Romilda-Vane-act."

"You're right, Ron. Oh, you're so smart," Hermione said sappily as she leaned in for a kiss. It became a snogging session and Luna coughed loudly to remind them that they weren't alone.

"Sorry, Luna," Hermione said apologetically, fixing her clothes.

"Ditto," Ron said absent-mindedly.

"That's alright. You're in love. Anyways, back to the topic."

"We could say that the five of us are going somewhere and then the three of us cancel without them knowing," Hermione suggested.

"That's a great idea, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed and they continued their snogging session. Luna soon left to go to her bedroom. She'd rather apply for a job as a reporter than watch them kiss each other senseless.

Ginny moved all her books from the boxes onto the bookshelves. Harry was helping her by moving her clothes.

"So, what do you think of Ron and Hermione getting engaged?" she asked.

"It's still kind of weird, I guess. I mean, I've known them since I was eleven. All they did was bicker. The idea of them getting married is so…adult," he replied.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I'm not really familiar with what they were like at Hogwarts," she said carefully.

"I'm sorry about that. Your memory, I mean," Harry said, "Hey, we're friends, right?"

"I don't know. I've only known you for what, a day?"

"Well, I really hope we can be friends again. We were pretty close at Hogwarts. So, do you want to hang out over the summer?" Harry said sincerely.

"I'd like that," Ginny said, smiling, "You seem nice enough."

They laughed.

"So, what brought up the 'friends' question?" she asked.

"This," Harry said. He held up a black, lacy bra.

"Give me that! No, give me all of that!" Ginny snapped, snatching it.

He sniggered and she glared at him. He was laughing at her!

"You know, a nice bloke wouldn't look through a girl's underwear if they've only known each other for a day," Ginny said dryly, "So I don't know about the whole hanging out in the summer thing."

"Ron and Hermione are too busy planning the wedding and snogging at random times! Please! I'll die of boredom!" Harry said dramatically.

"Don't you have any other friends?" Ginny teased.

"Well…"

"You don't?" she asked, smirking.

"I'd rather be with you," he said seriously. She looked at him. Harry was gazing at her intently and she smiled at him.

"I like being with you too."

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