It had been three years since Harry had broken up with Ginny. Ron and Hermione were getting

married in a week, and he had been invited. He kept wondering if Ginny would be mad at him, or

if everyone else would be. As Harry packed to leave for the Burrow, he came across a picture of

him and Ginny together in their sixth year.

He felt a pang of guilt in his stomach, and a little sadness, when he noticed that the Harry and

Ginny in the picture were standing slightly apart, trying not to look at each other. He sighed as

he remembered how sad Ginny had been when they broke up. Harry put the picture face down in his

bag and covered it with a shirt.

It was for the best...

When Harry finished packing, he looked around his flat once more, and disapparated .

Ginny sat in her room at the Burrow looking out the window. She had arrived the day before. She was thinking about Harry, and how she would react to seeing him when he got there. She looked over at the picture of Harry and herself on her bedside table. She wondered if Harry still had his picture.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise downstairs. Ginny got up and peeked out her door. There was Harry, standing next to Mrs.Weasley in the living room. He had gotten considerably taller, and extremely handsome. Ginny also noticed he didn't have glasses anymore.

As she slowly walked downstairs, Harry looked up and smiled.

"Hey..."

Ginny blushed and looked down at her feet. "Hi."

Harry strode over to Ginny and stared at her.

"Haven't seen you in a while, Ginny. You've gotten very pretty." Ginny looked up into Harry's eyes. She felt like the ten year old Ginny again, nervous and shy. Ginny grinned at him. "Thanks."

Ginny's comment was followed by an awkward silence. Mrs.Weasley, sensing the tension, spoke up, "So...tea anyone?" Harry and Ginny nodded and followed the rest of the Weasleys into the kitchen.

As the wedding drew nearer, the Burrow was full of confusion and fussing to get things ready. Harry and Ginny were the only ones who seemed calm about it.

"Oh no...oh no! I think I forgot to invite my parents!" sqeaked a frantic Hermione as she shuffled through her pile of invitations.

"No you didn't. Theirs is right here, 'Mione." said Ron holding up and envelope. Hermione heaved a sigh of relief, and Mrs.Weasley came into the kitchen. She had a few lists in her hands and was pacing back and forth.

"Did I get a cake? I don't think I got a cake. I need to get a cake...Invitations...invitations..." she muttered, running a finger down one of her lists.

"Don't worry, Mrs.Weasley. We're taking care of the invitations." Hermione told her. Mrs.Weasley looked up at her and smiled. "Come on now Hermione. Call me Molly. Or...mom..." she stood there staring at them a moment, then rushed over to Ron and Hermione and gave them a huge hug. "I can't believe you're already getting married...it seems like just yesterday you lot were leaving for your first year at Hogwarts!"

With that Mrs.Wealey hurried out of the kitchen with a hand over her mouth, talking to herself about how time flies. As soon as she left, Ginny came in.

"Morning everyone." she looked at the envelopes littering the table. "Invitations, huh?" Ginny turned towards the stove as Ron and Hermione nodded, not looking up from the table. A few minutes later, Ginny joined them with a large cup of coffee. She sat there quietly, looking at the calendar.

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped. Ron looked up, but Hermione was still bent over her list.

"What? Did we forget something?" Ron asked her. "No, it's just...Harry's birthday is the day after your wedding..."

Hermione looked up this time. "It is? Oh dear...we need to do something for him! We need a party or something..." As the three made plans for Harry's birthday, Harry made his way down the stairs. He stopped just before he went into the kitchen, listening to the others' conversation.

He leaned against the wall. My birthday IS coming up...how could I have forgotten that? He continued listening for a few minutes before he decided to go in. "Good morning!" he said happily. Ginny, Ron and Hermione jumped.

"Oh, uh, Harry...hi. We didn't see you come in..." Ginny looked up, watching Harry. "Did you, er...hear anything?"

Harry stared at Ginny. "No..." he lied. "Why?"

The other three looked at each other, then hurriedly said, "Nothing! No reason..."

Harry smiled to himself as he turned to the coffeepot, knowing exactly why they asked him that.

Later that night, Harry sat alone on the couch, staring at his fingers. He looked up when he heard someone come in the living room.

"Harry?" It was Ginny. "Everyone else has gone to bed...You gonna go up soon?"

"Yeah...I was just thinking." Ginny walked over and sat next to him. "What about?" she asked. Harry shifted on the couch to face Ginny. "About the war, and if I'll survive...What'll happen after. And..." Harry looked back down at his hands. "If I hadn't broken up with you." he added quietly.

Ginny's heart leapt. So he still has feelings for me! "Do you...still like me Harry?" she asked, trying not to sound too excited. Harry looked at her and smiled. "No, I don't like you Ginny. I love you." He turned pink when Ginny giggled.

"Really Harry? You love me?" she stared into Harry's bright green eyes. "Actually, I more than love you. I don't really know how to explain it, but..." Ginny put a finger to his mouth to stop him. "Then don't explain it Harry."

Then she leaned forward and kissed him. She felt happier than she had for a while when she felt Harry kiss her back. They sat there on the couch, kissing each other senseless for what seemed like days when--

"Ahem."

Ginny tore apart from Harry and they both looked up. There was Mrs.Weasley, standing in the doorway. Her face looked serious, but she couldn't hide happy twinkle in her eye. Harry looked at Ginny and they blushed furiously as they both tried to straighten themselves up.

"Well, I think I'm ready for bed, what about you Harry?" Ginny said quickly. Harry nodded in agreement, and they both ran past Mrs.Weasley, still blushing. Mrs.Weasley stood leaning against the doorway, folding her arms as the two rushed upstairs. When they turned the corner, she grinned.