Author Notes: Sorry for once again taking quite a while. I just finished writing an essay about the Roman Empire and crap like that, and I luckily got struck with some inspiration after reading a few fan fics. I hope you like this chapter, and as you can see I tried to make it slightly longer. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Georgeluver- I thank you for understanding the feeling of the story! Ok, guys remember, this story doesn't end here! Back to third person here.

Ron and Hermione were cuddled together in the Burrow on one of the small beds in Ron's room. Hermione's head rest on his chest, legs curled beneath her on his lap. Ron ran his fingers through her hair as he kissed her hand who was placed on his face.

Harry looked into the room and smiled. Ron and Hermione were so cute together and they were never too scared to show what they truly felt for each other, even though it took them almost six years to realize they loved each other in the first place. He walked away slowly, so then not to disturb them. He came across Ginny's room and entered. All was rather organized except for piles of clothes on the ground, the bed sheets were untidy, and there was only one book out of place right beside the bed. Harry picked it up and read the title: "Ginny's diary".

This was obviously not Riddle's diary that belonged to Ginny before. It was a normal, pink and gold journal with a small lock on it. Fortunately, the lock was undone, and Harry opened it. The first couple of pages had been about things like Fleur (Phlegm) and such. He knew that if Ginny caught him doing this, she would probably kill him, but he was way too curious for his own good.

He passed a few pages and found his name. The page read:

Dear Diary,

Harry and the others are staying over. I'm so glad my other brothers aren't staying over! Fred and George are still working in their shop for the rest of the month, Percy's a git…Charlie hasn't even been heard of for a while, and Bill and Fleur are in their own home. Yay! Ron will be so busy with Hermione that I can have my way with Harry! Mum and dad will probably never notice a single thing I do with him. We're even sharing a room together. Mum said it was alright. It's almost a dream come true!

Always and forever,

Gin Gin

Harry's mouth hung wide open. He couldn't believe Ginny would be thinking of such things. Not that it bothered Harry, but he never expected it from her. He was still re-reading the whole page when a voice came from the doorway,

"What are you holding there, Harry?" Ginny. Of course it was Ginny. Harry immediately dropped the journal and shoved it under the bed.

"Nothing! It was just--I was um--" Ginny smirked, approached him and placed her hand on his face.

"Harry. I know you were peeking at my journal. Don't lie. Besides, you were going to find out about it anyways. Well, about what it said of course." Harry swallowed hard.

"Really?" he started to sweat nervously and swallowed hard again. Ginny's hand ran down his back as she pulled him into a soft kiss. Harry started to blush, starting to back away from Ginny. Their kiss broke apart as Harry scratched his head. Ginny smiled.

"Harry, I know what you're thinking. I was just kidding. I just wanted us to have a nice private moment together, you know?" She hugged Harry gently and he pet her head smiling.

"Yeah, sorry. I know what you mean. I don't think any of your family would like to find you pregnant too soon either." he laughed. His back faced the door, so he didn't notice Ron glaring at him. Ron took a random object from Ginny's floor (luckily, it was a stuffed animal) and tossed it at Harry's head. Harry yelled and turned laughing.

"Ron, I was just joking." Ron turned away after saying,

"Yeah, well, it better just have been a joke." Hermione laughed and pulled Ron towards another room, waving at the other two who were still hugging.

Harry tightened his hold on Ginny and laughed silently. Ginny rest her head on Harry's chest as she said,

"Ron would go crazy if we did anything. He's such a git! I wonder how loud he'd scream if he caught us entwined on a bed!" she laughed. Harry closed the door with his wand and grinned,

"Why don't we test that theory?" he slipped his hands under Ginny's top, running them up towards her bra. Ginny's eyes were wide with shock. Nervously, she let Harry kiss her neck. She couldn't help give into him and this passion. Harry already had Ginny pinned to her bed. Ginny took his shirt off as he took off hers. They were kissing fiercely now. Harry was about to pull Ginny's skirt down when she grabbed his wrist to stop.

"Harry…I don't think we should--"

"Yeah…I'm sorry, Gin." Gin. That was her grown-up nickname. Ginny thought of that for a while. She was grown-up. She wanted Harry so bad, but she was just a child, and she knew it. No matter how much she wanted to thrust her body into Harry's and feel that ecstasy that she knew she would feel, she wanted to be hidden. She wasn't ready for him yet.

The next day, Harry woke up on a sleeping bag next to Ginny's bed. Ron and Hermione slept in Ron's room doing God knows what. So, Harry, not wanting to disturb them in any way, slept in Ginny's room. He wanted to sneak onto her bed at night, but she'd probably hate him after that. All he wished for was her respect and love, yet he didn't have much love from her, did he? She was afraid to do something regretful, but he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He lifted himself from the floor. He was pulled off his shirt and walked out of the room. It was a pretty hot day, so he summoned a glass of water with his wand and drank. He was still wearing his shorts that he slept with, feeling the heat of the sun on his legs. He looked out the window of the Burrow. The wedding was almost upon them, and then he would be traveling to Godric's Hollow. Ron and Hermione were with him all the way, and he was sure Ginny was too, but he wasn't going to let her go with him. She was too precious to him, and taking to her to such places to find the horcruxes was just tossing her to danger. He buried his face into his hands and started to sob. He never thought he would feel like this. He felt like such a child. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry looked up with tear-filled eyed to see Hermione. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his head.

"I'm so scared, Mione." he sobbed, crying into Hermione's shoulder.

"I know, Harry. It's alright. We're here with you, remember?" she said, tightening her hold on him. Hermione let him go after a minute and turned around to kiss Ron softly on his lips. Harry wiped his eyes and sighed.

"Hey, mate." he said to Ron, who had his hand on Harry's back to comfort him.

Ginny smiled when she saw the trio downstairs. She walked down towards them. Harry stood up and hugged her. She kissed him and turned to Ron.

"By the way, we didn't do anything last night." Ron laughed, rolling his eyes. Hermione squeezed his shoulder slightly, laughing. Harry laughed a little, nudging Ron's shoulder.

"What about you and Mione? Got busy last night?" Ron pushed Harry slightly and stayed quiet. Ginny and Hermione laughed as they hugged tightly and went to another room.

"Girls." said Harry and Ron together.

Later that day, Ron was busy pulling out weeds from the backyard with his wand. Hermione walked over to him in her sun dress and kissed his cheek.

"Lunch is ready in case you were hungry, dear." Ron smiled and said,

"Sure thing. I was wondering, though."

"Yes?" she asked, placing her hand on his back and rubbing it gently.

"I can't help think if Harry really is as scared as he said. Well, I can't see why not, but I can't believe he has such a huge burden on his shoulders. Not to mention the Ministry of Magic breathing down his neck, and so many things he has to worry about. Finding the horcruxes will be so much for him. How can he even sleep?"

Hermione looked at him worriedly and stepped farther from him to stand near a small tree.

"Harry has a lot of things he has to deal with, Ron. He needs so many people and so much help, and he doesn't even realize it. How can anyone expect him to try any harder than he already is? He's full of bravery and courage, but everyone can be afraid of these things. Everyone can be afraid of having the fate of the world in their hands." a tear escaped from her eyes and ran down her cheek. She smiled at Ron and walked back to him. He held his hand and they walked back into the house.

Meanwhile, Ginny and Harry were in Ginny's room again, looking into a scrapbook. They laughed at Ron's baby pictures and Fred and George showing him spiders to get him scared. In one picture, Percy was trying to tell them off. He looked around the age of 11, so Fred and George were 9, and Ron was 7. They looked so cute, and Ginny pointed and giggled at how Fred and George taunted Percy.

Harry placed his hand on Ginny's back, caressing her softly. She was wearing a shirt whose strap tied up at her neck, leaving her back exposed. He ran his hands up and down, sending a rush inside her body. She blushed slightly, closing the scrapbook and tossing it to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely. She let go and said,

"Harry. I'm not a child." She breathed heavily, grabbing his hands and placing them on her backside. Harry whispered in her ear,

"I know, Gin." Ginny was probably still not ready for this, but she felt she didn't want to be like a child, and Harry was about to let her feel like an adult. The way she wanted to be in front of him all the times she could. She wanted to him to know she wanted to make him happy, to make him feel like the only thing that were important, the only thing that mattered, was to be with her. It was like they were the only people in the very universe. Nothing mattered.

Author Notes: And it doesn't end here, folks! I bet you just can't wait for the next chappie, huh? Well, I hope you all liked this. I enjoyed writing it, and look! It's longer! You guys must be VERY happy. Anyways, see you guys in the next chapter!