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A/N: So here it is. The end. That's right. The end. The last chapter. Ever. So when you're done reading his, you should add my fic "Come On, Sweet Catastrophe" to your favorites because that's the prequel. And you should look at the four oneshots I posted on Thursday because I had a snow day. So, thank you to all of my reviewers, and I hope everyone is satisfied with the end because I know I am.

.x. Having Heart Is Full Of Pain .x.

I Would Never, Ever Leave

"Harry?" Hermione called through the door. "Harry, open the door! I need to talk to you, Harry."

He didn't answer her.

"Harry, I'm coming in," she said. She swung the door open and found herself frozen in the doorway. Harry was on all fours, his body shaking violently. He had retched and his eyes were swollen and red. His breath was quick and panicked; he looked as though his world was falling apart. As he became aware of Hermione's presence, he sat down and leaned against the wall.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"She told you, then?" Hermione asked quietly.

"You knew?" His voice was hoarse and strangled, barely rising above a whisper.

"She told me when she first figured it out. Honey, let's get you out of here," she whispered, helping him stand up. Hermione led him to the living room and sat him down on the couch.

"How could you not tell me?" he demanded.

"Harry, I—"

"How could you not tell me something like that?"

"Because that is just one of those things that can only be told to you by one person, and that person wasn't me."

Harry hung his head and began to cry, his body raked with his sobs. "I don't know what to do, Hermione. I…I'm not ready for this. I've been trying to move on with my life since she told me she was married, but somehow we always end up here. Hermione, I've been trying so hard to forget about her…."

"Maybe you aren't supposed to. You love her, and I know that she loves you. I guess it just comes down to how hard are you willing to work to make it happen for you two?"

"What do you mean?"

"You two are going to have to endure some nasty comments for one—after all, the Minister's daughter and The Chosen One are bound to stir up some press. And then, of course, there is the fact that you stand a great chance of being alienated by the Weasleys. Neville. Harry, you've gotten yourself into a sticky situation."

"But she's worth it…"

"I hoped you would say that," she whispered, pulling him into a hug. He began to sob again. "Everything is going to be okay."

"I can't lose her," he said, "I can't. I would die without her."

He pulled away from her, and Hermione gave him a kiss on the forehead, as though she were the sister he had never had. "You won't lose her, Harry. Just take a nap for now, calm yourself down."

Harry nodded; he was so emotionally drained that he was asleep before his head even hit the pillows.

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Harry was awoken by the sound of voices in the living room.

"Tomorrow?" Hermione asked. "Why so sudden? I wouldn't think you could get yourself into an apartment so quickly."

"Well, no. I, er, managed to work things out with Neville." Ginny responded.

"What?" Harry exclaimed, leaping off of the couch.

"You heard me." She did not look at him, and there was coolness in his voice. Hermione shot a worried glance between them.

"I…I thought you said you loved me?" Harry asked her, his voice faltering. He had been prepared to fight for her until the day he died—was she really going to be taken away from him again so soon?

"You made your feelings about the situation quite clear to me earlier today, so I contacted Neville and he has agreed to take me back."

"Good to know that you'll go to any lengths to spite someone," he snapped at her.

"Don't you dare accuse me of spiting you. I'm the one left alone to raise a child you don't want. I'm the one left with a broken heart."

"And you don't think it will mean anything to me if you walk out that door like we never happened?"

"According to you, you'd be quite glad."

Harry looked at her in disbelief.

"So that's it then? You just think we're two people who made a mistake?"

"I do."

Harry sighed.

"Ginny, I mean it. This is your final fork in the road. If you choose Neville right now, then I won't have you again after."

He looked at her. Her brows were furrowed in the desire to win this battle of wills, and her flaming hair matched her fury at him. He knew then whom she would choose, and he could feel his heart breaking with the realization. A soul shattered into a million pieces. In ten years, she had been the only thing he had ever wanted. He wanted to scream out to her, to explain it to her—Ginny, I'm slow. It took me six years to realize that you're the only one for me. It took me eleven years to figure out that I can't live without you. And now, it's been less than six months, and it...it's going to take a long time to learn that you're never going to be mine anymore. Not like you used to be. But he couldn't do it, because he knew it wouldn't change a thing. Not one thing. There were the things you had to fight for, that were worth fighting for, and he had been fighting for Ginny since he could remember. But in situations like these it was just better to accept graceful defeat and silently resign.

"I…if I had kissed you, after you told me, would things be different now?"

"That's neither here nor there."

Harry nodded and sat back down on the couch. His breath was ragged and forced; the room seemed to be spinning around him. He felt the hot tears sting his eyes yet again. She could never be regained.

"Are you okay, Harry?" she asked.

"You choose Neville then?" he asked, his voice shaken by the sobs.

"Harry—"

"I NEED TO HEAR YOU SAY IT!" he screamed, his emotions taking control of him. He was crying harder than ever, causing him to fill with rage. How could she do this to him?

She looked at him with a pained expression.

"I do."

And with those words, Harry felt the anger turn to an empty spot inside of him. He felt dead.

"Harry—"

"Just go," he said hollowly. "I'm sure you need to pack or something…."

She looked down at him, her eyes searching and unreadable. "I…yes, I suppose I should then…"

She walked across the room, and Harry remembered what Hermione had told him a few hours previously—how hard are you willing to work to make it happen for you two? He ran up to her, stopping her as she was about to turn down the hallway.

"Ginny…a lot has happened between us these past few months, and I know that. And after all of it, I just don't think we could ever be friends again. But…I do think we could be something more, if we really worked at it. We will have to work hard every day, and we're going to have to undergo a lot of public distaste for a little while, but I'm willing to do that for you. I love you. I have always loved you. And I guess what I'm trying to say in all of this is choose me. Pick me. Love me." And with those words, he swept her into a passionate kiss. Harry felt the elation that had been missing from his life for more than a decade as he held her body against his. He knew that the day was not far off when he would have to confront her family or the media, but at the moment, he couldn't care less. After all, he wouldn't be going into it alone—Ginny would be there to hold his hand through everything.

A/N: And they lived happily ever after. So here it is. The end to my first HP fic and also the first fic I've ever finished that wasn't a oneshot. Hope you enjoyed it. (In case anyone was wondering, the baby was a boy named Sirius James Potter). :N/A