Sorry for the delay. I hope it's not too bad. Some more adult suggestions, so, you have been warned. Actually, on the upper side of T rating
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This is the last chapter. Writing was fun, but, they say that once, a painter in ancient Greece was asked who was better, him or another painter. He said they are both handling the brush equally well, but he was better in putting the brush down when needed. I am no painter, so, I put down my keyboard.
Chapter 6: The Final Confrontation.
Harry awoke again. This awakening however, was considerably better than the last one. Mainly because of the red haired perfection sleeping at his side.
He looked around him. No one would have recognized this as a hospital room. The walls were now nice pink and there were flowers all over ("Hmmm, I think I will have to transport the entire room away. I can certainly afford it"). The bed was now a king-sized four poster of the best quality magic could offer. It all took a bit of work, but Harry was not the person to do things by halves. However, there was still one thing to do. Carefully, so as not to disturb Ginny, He moved away from her a bit (or tried to, because even in her sleep she did her best to follow him), and started casting some spells.
An hour later he finished the spells and started casting others. Spells of a different kind and purpose.
Ginny slowly woke up. She, too, considered this awakening better than the last one (or any other for the last eleven days – since Harry went to battle. Or maybe for her entire life). She looked at her fiancée and saw him with a wand in his hand and a concentrated look on his face. Several glowing shapes were hanging in the air and he was clearly enchanting them.
She didn't know what the shapes were – although she had her suspicions.
For a couple of minutes she watched his wand movements. He was moving quickly, elegantly, and silently. It was almost hypnotizing, as well as the glow. Finally, he paused his enchanting and turned to her.
"Good morning sweetheart. I hope I didn't wake you up"
"Oh, don't worry. I had all the sleep I wanted. Actually, last night I felt like a minute of sleep will be too much."
"I know what you mean. I felt the same way. Breakfast?"
She looked at where he was pointing. "What? You put an oven here?"
"Only the best for you, Flamegirl. Two sugars in your coffee, right?"
Flamegirl. She liked the name. They were indeed like two flames last night, feeding upon each other, feeding upon their own energy, and only growing stronger for all that. It was… She shook her head. If she will dwell too much on it, the breakfast will be delayed by at least three hours – she will see to that.
"Yes. And no cream. Only milk."
She looked around for her clothes. Harry noticed this and pointed to a pile nearby.
"Your clothes were a bit crumpled after… well, you know, so I decided to make you some new ones. I hope they are up to the fashion."
Ginny looked at the pile. There were a couple of nice dresses, some shirts and robes. She selected a light gown (while Harry was devouring her with his eyes) and put it on. ("my size exactly. Well, Harry did have me nearby for reference". She blushed thinking about all the other things he had her nearby for. She objected to none of them.) She didn't want to put on anything more. Maybe it will be removed soon.
They sat down to a small table. The breakfast was nice, and they were eating hungrily (not forgetting to feed each other), having small talk, and kissing. Finally, they were done (at least with eating).
"Gin," Asked Harry sitting on the bed with her. "do you remember by any chance who said that third time is the charm?"
"No. Why?" Asked Ginny while hugging Harry (who was no better dressed than her).
"I want to kill the liar. As far as I can tell, every time is. The third, the first, the fourth. All the way until you managed to exhaust me."
Ginny smiled. That she had to agree with.
"So, My Love, going to tell me what are those things you were enchanting?"
"These? Some jewelry to match your ring. For our wedding day.
"Harry!" Ginny stared at him. "Don't you think it's too much!"
"When it comes to such things, Flamegirl, nothing is too much. This is an area where no arguments will change my opinion."
"Flamegirl. I like the name." Said Ginny in between kisses "What should I call you then? Nightboy? "
"Why Nightboy Ginny, I find the day to be all right" Answered Harry kissing her neck. "It makes you look all the better."
Ginny looked into Harry's eyes. She saw passion there. And he saw it in hers.
"Prove it"
Ginny's choice of dress proved to be the correct one. In the end they both agreed that Naughtyboy will be a better choice. The words "boy" and "girl" though, were about fifteen hours obsolete.
A short while later, after a long shower (the third for the last sixteen hours), they sat (properly dressed) on a couch (the bed was portkeyed to Harry's house since they both decided to keep it) The spells which ensured that nobody was looking for them (a very complex bit of mind affecting magic) was gone, and the locking spells were being removed by someone outside (Take a guess by whom). Finally, the door burst open, and the entire Weasley family plus family barged into the room. They were all clearly worried, but when they saw Ginny and Harry the expressions changed. Now they ranged from shock to anger. Naturally, it was Harry who spoke first. Very calmly.
"Ever heard of knocking? I would have opened the door."
"Harry! What the hell were you doing to my sister!" Ron managed to find his voice and was clearly protective of his sister. Harry didn't understand why though – Ronald wasn't married to Hermione yet but he knew some things about their relationship. Some things just could not be hidden. Like underwear scattered in some places.
"What kind of answer do you want?" Asked Harry.
Ron opened his mouth. Then he closed it . Then he opened it again (He was completely red by that time).
"I want the truth! What were you doing to my sister!"
"As you can see," Harry pointed. "I was proposing to her".
Everyone was completely stunned by these words. Finally Molly spoke.
"Oh, my girl! Let me see the ring." She and Hermione immediately started checking the ring. The rest soon joined and started making remarks. Now, Ron was not angry. The ring made him upset.
"Harry," He asked, "Could you make me a ring like that? I want to propose to Hermione"
"I will teach you. You must make it on your own"
Ron smiled
"Thanks mate. But really," He whispered, "what else were you doing to my sister"
Harry smirked. "Absolutely nothing"
"You expect me to believe you"
"You shouldn't ask otherwise. But asking questions doesn't look as your strong side"
Ron was puzzled but decided to put this aside. However, there just had to be a serpent in the Garden. Two actually.
Fred and George started making jokes about all this. Harry quickly grew tired of this.
"You are treading on thin ice here with your so-called jokes. Cut it off. Or do you want me to make you?
"Oh, come on Harry, don't you think…"
"That this is worth a good joke."
"Or two."
"Or a thousand."
"Come on, we must celebrate your engagement."
"And some other things"
"Yeah, the boy defeated the bad guys"
"And now he gets the girl"
"Although I don't understand why not two"
"Or three"
They shouldn't have said that. It was time for Harry to check the spells he put on the room. He gave a short whistle.
Two yellow beams came out of the walls and struck the twins. No effect was visible… Until the twins tried to talk. They paused at the first word, then looked upon each other…
And, screaming like mad, bolted out of the door.
Harry was laughing. All the others were as well. Even Percy and Hermione.
"I'm sorry if I overreacted, but I believe that was way out of line.
"You are right," Said Ginny (a bit angrily) "I can't believe they will say something like that"
"Tell me, Harry," Asked Ron, "what was this spell? Sometimes, I suffer from them things like that too."
"Something I made myself. For the next couple of weeks," And Harry smiled an evil smirk, "They won't be able to make a joke. Whatever the joke is"
This time, everyone laughed for at least three minutes.
"Serves them right." Said Ginny.
"Yeah, I must learn that spell. Although, why was it prepared for use like that? What were you expecting?" Asked Charlie.
"Just about anything. For the case you will all be acting… unreasonable."
"So," Asked Bill "any other spells here"
"Naturally." Said Harry calmly. "Different spells for everyone. You know, two spells of spells to make one illiterate, one to cause clumsiness, one for making a person allergic and repulsive to dragons, an appetite killer(I'm sure you can guess which spell is for whom.)"
The Weasleys were stunned. Suddenly, the door opened and the twins entered.
"Harry," Asked one of them, "could you please remove this spell?"
"I'm afraid I didn't work the counterspell out yet. There was more pressing business." Said Harry with a serious face. "Of course, you can try to find it – but I'm not going to teach you the spell"
"And how exactly," Asked Hermione "was making this spell an urgent business?"
Harry smiled.
"Didn't you watch the battle? I knew for a long time that destroying Voldemort's body won't be enough so, I had to study the ways of affecting the mind. And laughter was a critical point."
"Still, I can't understand," Said Hermione, "how did you manage to do all this work, creating these spells. You did nothing like that in Hogwarts."
"Let's just say," And Harry squeezed Ginny's hand at this, "that I had some encouragement and motivation, due to one most perfect person."
Ginny squeezed his hand back at these words. He always knew the right thing to say in front of her.
"I think the boys could use a couple of weeks of clear thinking." Said Mrs. Weasley. "Now and then."
The look of horror on twins' faces at her last words was priceless. So were the pleased faces of the rest of the family, who suffered from too many jokes for a very very long time.
Eventually, after a few more minutes of talk, the Weasleys went out. Harry and Ginny remained behind to transport the rest of the stuff in the room to Harry's house.
"You are a liar Harry." Said Ginny, putting a portkey on the couch. "Why did you tell my brother you were doing nothing except proposing?"
"Why Ginny, I am hurt." Harry made the best attempt at making a face to match. "Why would I lie, when the truth will work the same? We were doing everything, not me. Ron never learned to ask questions properly."
"Why," Said Ginny dreamily "I do remember this thing you were doing after we took a shower."
"Indeed, but Ron asked what I was doing to you. This," Harry looked into her eyes "was done for you."
It was nice to hear such a thing, but Ginny wanted to speak about something else.
"So, Harry," She began "What are you going to do now. The Prophecy is fulfilled, Voldemort is gone. Did you think about this?"
"Oh, my options are many." Said Harry "An Auror, a Quidditch player, a teacher, and no chance to be turned down. I can even become a jeweler." He looked, once again at her ring "Still, the main thing I am going to do, is the same thing the Prophecy tells me to do now."
"Which is?" Ginny was a bit puzzled?
"Living." He hugged her. "With you at my side."
"I would love that Harry." She muttered, hugging him back.
Then they kissed
HAPPY END