It's come to my attention, via a review that they don't have graduations in Great Britain. I'm truly sorry, The thought hadn't even come to my head. But i decided not to change the story because... well... this is fanfiction. it doesn't really have to be correct in everything, although... i try to be to my best knowledge. Thank you so much for bringing it to my attention. Please tell me if anything else is amiss. Thanks!
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Chapter 9
Ginny's graduation from Hogwarts was different. Arthur and Charlie weren't able to attend because work was becoming much more time consuming with everyday that passed. Bill didn't come either, saying he was feeling under the weather. Fred and George said they wouldn't miss it for the world except it was the busiest time of the summer.
It ended up only being Molly, Ron, and Hermione sitting, watching, her standing uncomfortably in front of the crowd. She just wanted to get it over with. She wanted to go home. She hadn't been home since Easter holiday and even then everyone had been busy.
Finally as Dumbledore said his last words and the graduation came to an end Ginny grinned and held her diploma as she ran down the stairs in her high heels to her mother.
"Oh, Ginny." she sighed and hugged her. "All of my children out of school... However will i live now?"
Ginny smiled and kissed her plump cheek.
Hermione and Ron walked up, smiling and holding hands. Ron's goatee was as thick and red as ever.
"Don't I get a hug, Ginny?" he teased. She smiled and hugged him and then, in turn, Hermione.
"Thank you for coming." Ginny sighed.
"Of course, Ginny." Hermione said.
"I wouldn't miss it." Ron said.
"My only daughter." Mrs. Weasley smiled and pinched her cheek.
Suddenly a very tall man strode up and Ginny almost gasped. It was Harry.
"Hello, Ginny." he said, his voice deeper than ever. He looked as sickly as the last time she had seen him, Christmas.
"Well... Harry i didn't expect you to come... After all only one of my own brothers was kind enough to show up."
Harry smiled a little, almost forced it. "Yes... well... you came to mine after all."
Ginny laughed, "I don't thinkI had a choice... but..." Ginny blushed as she lost her train of thought. Seeing his dark green eyes again was making her dizzy.
"Harry Potter!" Molly Weasley cried as if she hadn't noticed his thin figure until then. "Why... it looks as if you haven't eaten in years."
Harry smiled, the same forced smile and ran a hand through his unkempt hair nervously.
"I haven't seen you in weeks Harry, where've you been off to?" Ron asked, frowning at him.
"No where. Just sitting at my place..."
"Not eating a thing!" Mrs. Weasley interjected.
Harry shook his head in despair.
"Well... let's go back to the house then and eat." Ginny sighed.
Everyone nodded in agreement and disaperated home.
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When everyone had come home and the whole family was together, except Percy of course, they sat in the living room, on the floor, the couch, anywhere.
Ginny was sitting on the floor near the lit fireplace, Harry was sitting on the other side of it, staring into the fire. He looked worry and very distracted from the real world. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the couch, laughing about something and glancing about every so often to see if anyone were listening. Fred and George were sitting on the floor together, looking about at everyone, smiling. Bill and Charlie were talking quietly in the corner, sipping some butterbeer. Mrs. Weasley was knitting some unknown object, sitting in her old battered rocking chair. Arthur was sitting in his armchair with his eyes closed, as he always did, barely concious.
"Harry..." he didn't look away from the fire.
"You look tired."
He finally looked up. "I'm fine... I'm getting old... why does everyone think i have to be sick or something?" He seemed irritated.
Ginny felt tears come to her eyes. She wasn't trying to insult him. She would never insult Harry. "Your not old Harry... Your not even 19..."
"Well... I'm not sick. I'm perfectly healthy." He said, looking away from her, back into the fire.
"You could always talk to me before." she whispered. He looked back at her and she saw his pale face grow sad. She wanted to touch his unshaven cheek and tell him that he would be alright, that she understood.
She heard someone clearing their throat and she looked away from him, and looked up to see Ron standing up, and grinning down at Hermione. Ginny knew what was coming.
"Hey!" He cried, Bill and Charlie were still talking but they reluctantly stopped and glared at him. "Bloody 'ell... well... Hermione..." He looked down at Hermione who was blushing and laughing at Ron. "You tell them."
Hermione shook her head and nodded as she stood up. "We've decided to be married."
Harry was smiling and Ginny was happy about that. Fred and George were shaking their heads, but smiling. Arthur had barely woken up but he, looked towards Mrs. Weasley and they grinned at each other. Bill and Charlie looked as if they didn't much care either way.
Mrs. Weasley stood excitedly and hugged Hermione and Ron. "My first child to be married..." She glared at Bill and Charlie. "Ronald, my youngest son... first to be married." She looked away from them and smiled and Ron.
Harry laughed.
"Well..." Fred grinned, mischeiviously, "I do say... Ron being the ugliest one in the family, we doubted he'd every get married." Everyone shook their heads but smiled, Ron frowned, Hermione laughed.
"At least not to someone as beautiful as Hermione." George said and stood, kissing her hand. She blushed and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
Harry stood up and hugged Hermione, "Are you glad?" she asked.
He nodded, "Couldn't be better could it?" she nodded and let him go, to hug Ron.
"Well when's the wedding?" Arthur asked.
"We were hoping soon." Hermione smiled at Ron.
"Couldn't guess why." Fred and George laughed.
Mrs. Weasley gave them a look that meant quiet.
"Maybe, Late August?" Ron asked.
"That's wonderful." Molly grinned and stood, fixing the pillows on the couch, as if preparing for the wedding right then.
"Of course we want Ginny to be the maid of honor." Hermione said, nodding to her. Ginny smiled and wondered what color her dress would be.
"And Harry to be the best man." Ron said, Harry looked up and nodded his head. Fred and George looked a little dissapointed. "Sorry, I couldn't pick just one of you." They nodded solemnly.
"So... August 22?" Hermione asked?"
"Perfect." Ron said, and they kissed. Ginny saw Harry turn away and look back into the fire and she to turned away. Love was a happy thing, she supposed, but it had never made her happy yet.