Over the next two days, Harry and Ginny let it be known that they were engaged a few people at a time. Strangely, it was Hermione who seemed unimpressed.

"Don't you think your taking this a bit too fast?" she asked, when she finally dragged Harry away from Ginny to talk in the garden.

"What?" Harry was completely confused. Wasn't Hermione always the one who had urged them forward? Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

"You forget it was only two months ago that Ginny was being tortured by Voldemort, and was almost killed. Don't you think you should let her settle a bit first? Otherwise she'll get on such a high stress level that it could drag her down again."

"Hermione Granger," Harry said, "I am in love with Miss Weasley. I though about this, and decided that the perfect thing to settle her down was to get engaged. You know how insecure she can get; well, I'm setting her mind at rest by faithfully promising to spend my life with her."

"But the stress of the wedding planning..." Hermione's defense was weakening.

"This wedding is going to look easy and be easy," Harry said firmly. "We have no deadline; after all, Ginny's only seventeen. We'll be fine."

Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were at the river that ran past the village, swimming. Soon some girls in bikini's came up the river and started hanging around near them. They were obviously shopping for guys; they kept on showing off, and Ginny and Hermione were starting to get offended. Hermione heard the three of the girls whispering.

"The read head is too scrawny," one of them was saying, "but isn't the black haired one hot!"

"You're telling me," another one said. "Look at those muscles! He's gorgeous!" She sighed. "I dare you to go and talk to him," she added suddenly. An argument ensued.

"Fine, I'll go," the third one said. She approached Harry confidently. "Hi, I'm Lara," she told him. "What's your name?" Lara added, giving Harry a suggestive look. Ginny noticed, and swam over.

"Harry, honey," she said, throwing her arms around his neck, "I'm getting a little cold, can we go home now?"

"Ok dear," he said adding a kiss. These strange girls were making him nervous; they seemed a little too outgoing for his own good. Lara scowled.

"So are you two dating?" she asked.

"Oh, engaged," said Ginny, giving the girl a smug look. Harry was hers, as she was only too happy to demonstrate.

Harry stayed at the Weasley's house for another two weeks, then decided that he must go home. But no departure is complete without an argument.

"I'm coming with you," Ginny told Harry firmly.

"No you are not," Harry seemed unusually heated.

"But why?" Ginny was pouting now. She knew that if she timed her actions exactly, she could win the argument easily.

"Because," Harry said, "you are only seventeen, have only been recently released from hospital, and the house I am going to is a hell-hole. Besides, I am engaged to you, so you may as well get used to the fact that I am going to protect you worse than ever." Ginny could see what Harry was doing, and forced him to go on.

"How long will you be gone?" she asked, letting the longing that was in her heart whenever Harry wasn't there creep into her eyes.

"Only for a week or so," Harry said, softening as he looked at Ginny. She really was the most beautiful creature in the world. And he had really been kissing someone as shallow as Cho Chang three years ago! Ginny, seeing that Harry was off in the world of thought, brought him back.

"So why exactly are you abandoning me?" she asked playfully. Harry jerked back from his now distasteful memories of Cho and the mistletoe, and broke into a smile.

"Well," he said, "I've been thinking 12 Grimmauld place is too dank for a beautiful and delicate - or maybe not delicate-" he added, seeing Ginny's expression, "one such as you. So I've been looking for a decent house, and I've found one. So I'm spending the next week moving in.

"So where is this mysterious house that you are moving to?" Ron asked later. Every person that Mrs Weasley could think of and could come on such short notice was there, having, as Mrs Weasley insisted, a celebratory party for Harry and Ginny getting engaged, and Harry moving house. They were all squished into the Burrow's small sitting room, so that all the couples had to share chairs. It was an odd sight, Hermione snuggled into Ron's lap, Ginny perched on the arm of Harry's chair, Tonks's and Lupin sharing a big old armchair, as were Fred and George with their girlfriends, and Fleur and Bill quietly whispering in the corner. Mr and Mrs Weasley were the only couple to have chairs of their own; privately, none of the other couples thought Mr and Mrs Weasley were all that privileged.

"Yeah, Potter, the order needs to know," Mad-eye Moody growled. "There are still Death Eaters roaming around, and if they banded together, there is a slight chance they might give you a bit of trouble; but then again," he paused to reflect, "probably not. You could just blast them to pieces with one spell." Moody's rare grin flashed across his face. "But still," he added, "the order will insist on giving you protection."

"No," Harry said simply, "the order won't, but thank you for offering. This is going to be our house," here he pulled Ginny onto his lap, "and we are quite capable of looking after ourselves." When Mrs Weasley, Moody, and maybe even Lupin looked like they were going to protest, Harry continued. "You really don't think we can protect ourselves?" He asked teasingly, raising one eyebrow. "Well, it's as Moody himself said, if some little Death Eaters come knocking at the door, I can just blast them with one spell. And," he added as an afterthought, "if Ginny opens the door, she could do it for me!"

Harry's face split into a grin of utter confidence, mixed with a little mischief, and Ginny couldn't help giving a naughty giggle, and added, "But only after a few good bat-bogey hexes!" All the old members of the DA knew the devastating effects of Ginny's well cast hexes, and started laughing. There were quite a few DA members there; Harry, Ginny, Ron Hermione and the twins, of course, but then there were Angelina and Katie, who, unsurprisingly enough, were dating Fred and George, Neville, Dean and Seamus had been smirkingly invited by Ginny, and Luna as usual looked as if she had walked in by accident.

When the room calmed down, Hermione said "You still haven't answered Ron's question, where is this house of yours?"

"Well, I could never sell 12 Grimmauld place, it's just too special, but I couldn't live in it, either," Harry said, "and legally I own the land in Godric's Hollow, but it would be just too painful for me to live there, so I'm gong to build a house on it and lease it out to a nice muggle family. But the house I've found is just perfect - and it'll fit in perfectly with my new job." Harry let this sink in, then braced himself for the explosion. A few seconds later, it came.