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"You are talking about my future wife/husband. Be more respectful."

Harry made his way out to their tree and knew he'd find her there.

Ginny had her journal and quill out and was writing something. He was glad she felt comfortable writing again. The diary possessing her had been traumatizing, but she didn't want it to consume her life anymore. She'd taken it as well as he'd expected when he told her about the diary being a horcrux. She became as pale as she was back in her first year, and they spent the rest of the day cuddling in her bed.

His shadow fell over her, and she flicked a strand of hair out of her face and looked at him with a radiant smile. She patted a tuft of grass next to her, and he sat down.

"So?" She asked.

"I've been asked by Kingsley to give a speech on the twenty-third of June," he said, still looking at the letter.

At her confused look, he elaborated, "He wants to conduct a memorial."

"Didn't he already?" She put her quill and journal aside and turned to face him. Her hands slightly tugged at the letter, and Harry gave it to her.

He ran a hand through his messy hair and said, "They are unveiling a new statue at the fountain. It will have the names of all those who sacrificed their lives on it."

"You have to talk, Harry. You gave everyone hope during the war. Dumbledore's Army, the professors, the Order, the people of Hogsmeade, and others who went against Tom's puppet ministry. You still do. People look up to you. That's why you need to talk, Harry. They need to know that this is a new beginning," she said calmly, now holding both of his hands in hers.

"But they don't know me, do they?" He had a look of frustration and confusion on his face as he said this. "They don't know that it was by chance Voldemort chose me. They don't know that I didn't actually kill Voldemort. His own spell rebounded on him. They don't know the real me. I'm just a dumb bloke who got only survived because his parents sacrificed themselves, and he got lucky at every turn."

Ginny leaned forward and caught his lips with hers, and he responded eagerly. Their lips moulded together, and their tongues danced. She caught his tongue between her lips and sucked. He got hard remembering what else she sucked last night.

They rested their foreheads against each other's and slowly brought their breathing back to normal.

"You are talking about my future husband. Be more respectful," she said seriously.

A smile with the radiance of a thousand suns shone on his face, and Ginny basked in it. She wanted to keep it that way forever.

They talked about it, so it didn't come as a surprise, but whenever they voiced it out loud, they couldn't believe they were lucky enough to live this life with each other.

"You hunted down the horcruxes. You stopped the Death Eaters from murdering more innocent people. You made his spell rebound back at him. You are strong, Harry. And you are also the bravest, kindest, most compassionate, sexiest man I know, and I don't want you thinking any other way."

He closed his eyes and kissed her nose. "What would I do without you?"

"I don't want you thinking like that either."

"I love you."

"That's better. I love you too."

Harry moved just enough to lean against the tree and threw an arm around her. Ginny snuggled into him and continued to read Kingsley's letter. He pressed a kiss to her hairline, and she hummed.

"Do you want to get started on this, then?" She asked.

"You'll help me?" He asked, surprised. Though, he shouldn't have been.

"Of course. We both know that I'm the better writer in this relationship," she looked up at him and smiled.

"I'm not arguing with that," he said softly before bending down to kiss her.