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Chapter 2: Flying With You
A few years later
It had been a rough couple of years after the battle of Hogwarts. It took time for everybody to heal, for everybody was hurt in one way or another.
The Weasleys took the time that they needed. Fred's death had affected them all, as if it was a stab in the heart. They always had a loved one with them. For Ginny, it was mostly Harry, and for Ron it was mostly Hermione, George with Angelina, and so on.
But after a while, and after Hogwarts was rebuilt, and after mostly everybody was healed, things slowly started to return to normal. After thinking about it for a while, Ginny decided to return to Hogwarts to finish her seventh year and try to get as many N.E.W.T.s as she could, just in case she didn't get accepted to the Holyhead Harpies.
Harry and Ron, of course, had all their interest in becoming Aurors. So after the Wizarding World had settled down from the battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic had offered them early training in becoming Aurors, which they had accepted right away.
Hermione, being Hermione, immediately decided that she was going back to Hogwarts to finish her education.
When she told Harry this, she was lying with him on a hammock in the garden of the Burrow. He had smiled.
"Why wouldn't you be on the team, Ginny?" he asked curiously, cocking his head to one side.
"I dunno, maybe I won't be good enough," she replied, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.
"Of course you're good enough. I've seen you play, and trust me, you're great. And besides, the Harpies need a Weasley on their team."
Ginny grinned. "Perhaps you may be right, Mr. Potter."
"Of course I'm right. Harry Potter is always right."
He smiled at her before leaning in for a quick kiss.
But of course, that was in the summer, a few months ago. Now, it was wintertime, which, in Ginny's mind, automatically calculated to Christmas.
Ginny loved Christmas. The cold air, the warmth inside the Burrow, everybody having the lively Christmas spirit in them, the snow, setting up the tree.
The list could go on for miles.
So of course, Ginny was over-the-roof excited about going home to the Burrow for Christmas. Even though she knew that it wouldn't be as lively as it would be, it would still be that wonderful time of year where everybody gets together to give gifts with joy. Also, because of Mrs. Weasley's Christmas cake.
Ginny was also excited because Harry was going to be there. Of course, he had seen her as much as he could. Hogsmeade dates, Quidditch games, sometimes randomly in the common room, if Harry owled her first to let her know that he would be there. But Ginny never actually spent enough time with him, for his Auror training schedule was always in the way. When he apologized for this, Ginny stopped him.
"Harry, you've got to stop apologizing," she said, leaning close to him, studying his bright green eyes, before diving in for a kiss. When she pulled back she gazed at him, and continued: "Don't apologize for something that isn't your fault."
Harry nodded and grinned at her, and they continued to… well, snog.
But now in the present day, Ginny was in the Hogwarts Express with Hermione and Luna. Hermione was reading an N.E.W.T book for Transfiguration, called One to Another: Advanced Transfiguration. Luna had The Quibbler upside down and was absorbing it with great interest. Ginny, who had no intention of studying or reading about the strange news of The Quibbler, sat looking out the window. She was daydreaming about a letter she had received and was thinking hard about it.
Ginny was in the common room, studying for her upcoming Charms quiz, when a barn owl flew in from the window.
At first, Ginny was confused. After all, all owl post were to come in the morning, but it was late afternoon. The barn owl flew over to the table Ginny was working at and began lightly pecking at her hand.
"All right, all right, let me see," said Ginny, gently untying the letter from the owl's leg.
It read:
Dear Ginevra,
My name is Gwenog Jones from the Quidditch team, the Holyhead Harpies. I am pleased to tell you that we have considered you a chaser position on our team.
However, since you are still in your Hogwarts Years, the Harpies and I have decided to wait for the arrival of your decision when you are ready.
I am not expecting you to reply right away, for it is something to think about. This decision may put you in deep thought.
Please let us know your decision by July 31st, 1999.
Sincerely,
Gwenog Jones
Captain of the Holyhead Harpies
Ginny had thought about it. It had been a good three weeks since the letter last came, but her brain had been off and on about it.
If I stay, I could be closer to family, but if I go, there might be a chance that I could be gone for a while...
"-day?" asked Hermione.
"What?" Ginny snapped out of her daze.
"I said, what did you want to do today after we get to The Burrow?" Hermione repeated.
"Oh, um, I'm not really sure," Ginny replied. She looked around and noticed a certain blonde-headed girl with spectrespecs was missing. "Where's Luna?"
"She went to go and join Neville," said Hermione, slipping her Transfiguration book back into her bag. "They've gotten really close since the battle."
Ginny noticed that the train was slowly coming to a halt. She grabbed her handbag, looked at Hermione, and said, "You know, there are such things as study breaks."
"There's always time to study," Hermione countered. "Taking breaks will only distract you. Then you'll forget a lot. I'll suggest you study over the break."
"Mmmhmm, look who's talking. I can see in your eyes that you're totally going to get distracted by a certain brother of mine's."
Hermione turned a shade of pink and muttered, "C'mon, let's get our luggage."
Ginny grinned and followed Hermione to get her luggage. When they got off the train, they were greeted by Mrs. Weasley.
"Hi, Mum," said Ginny brightly.
"Hi there, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione also added in.
"Oh, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley pulled Ginny in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Your hair has gotten so long! Hermione!" She turned to Hermione and also gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "My, my girls, you're both too skinny! Come, take my arm, let's Apparate back to the Burrow, come on, dears." Both Hermione and Ginny barely got a word out, but they didn't mind. They were both too excited to see Harry and Ron.
They arrived at the Burrow near the front porch. Ginny and Hermione dropped their luggage, deciding to retrieve it later. Ginny swung open the door.
Personally, Ginny thought Hermione did the most un-Hermione-ish thing. She squealed and ran to Ron, who was on the couch, and practically flattened him.
"OOF!" Ron muttered. He slowly started to piece things together, being Ron. "'Mione!" Ron sat up and grabbed her by the waist. He slowly kissed her, pulled apart then smiled.
"Gosh, I can't see my brother do this," Ginny said loudly, and went to the kitchen.
Standing there was her boyfriend, the one and only Harry Potter.
He was leaning against the counter, his hair still unruly and his eyes shining with happiness. When he saw her he smiled.
Ginny grinned and walked into his arms. It was amazing, Ginny thought, how perfectly her body molded into his, like they were meant for each other.
Ginny immediately put her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss lasted a while, but of course they both didn't realize that, for they were taking their time with it. After a while, Harry pulled back.
"Hello there, my gorgeous redhead," he said, inhaling her sweet scent.
"You know, by now, I would have thought that Mum would have cut your hair," Ginny said, messing with his hair.
"I thought so too, but she was too distracted getting the Burrow ready for Christmas," he replied, stepping back. He took her hand and twirled her around. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," she said, her brown eyes dancing. "But now it's Christmas break, you don't have to go back to training for a while, and we have all the time in the world."
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Later that night
It had been a long, cheerful evening. Even though not everyone was at the Burrow, it was quite delightful to see everybody in a happy mood. Everybody was chatty and shared stories of what was happening in their lives.
But now, Ginny was in bed, reading a Muggle romance novel. Ginny had fallen in love with these types of books, for different reasons. She liked how each one was different, that some girls had a fiery spirit, some girls were quiet and quirky, but she especially loved how the couple in the book always got together in the end.
Ginny was completely absorbed in her new book, Throw Like a Girl. It was about a girl who was put on an American football team to replace the quarterback and falls in love with the injured high school star.
So absorbed that she didn't realize the time.
It was 1:39 AM.
Ginny yawned and marked her page. She was tired, but not tired enough to completely fall asleep. She was placing her book on the nightstand when she heard a knock on her window.
She rolled off the bed and was greeted by Harry on his Firebolt, right outside her window.
She grinned and opened it.
"Why, Mr. Potter, how lovely to see you here. To what do I owe this nice late pleasure?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. Harry grinned right back.
"Well, Ms. Weasley, I, Harry Potter, have decided to take you on a broom ride very late at night. Well, morning," he replied, gesturing to his Firebolt. "Shall you come with me?"
"Why, yes, I shall," she said. "Harry, do you want me to go in the front or the back?"
Harry scooted back a bit on his broom. Her eyes widened as he said:
"You can steer."
"Harry, are you sure? I mean… this is your Firebolt."
"Of course I'm sure."
"But...well, ok."
On her way out, Ginny lost her grip on the window and lost balance.
But of course…
"Careful, love," whispered Harry, scooping her in his arms and settling Ginny on the broom. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'm sorry," apologized Ginny, steadying herself.
"It's okay," murmured Harry, rotating Ginny's head to face him. "After all, aren't you the one who told me you shouldn't apologize for things that aren't your fault?"
"According to myself, yes," she whispered. The light breeze blew her hair in her face. Harry tucked it behind her ear and kissed her deeply.
Harry pulled apart and smiled.
"Now let's go flying."
Ginny thought that flying Harry's Firebolt was absolute bliss. It seemed as if she laid one finger on it, it would know which direction she wanted it to go.
They flew around for a while, far but not too far, with Harry's arms wrapped around her waist. Ginny thought it was heaven on Earth.
It was a good hour before Ginny began to grow sleepy. After all, it was around 2AM when they landed softly on the tall grass in the front yard of the Burrow.
After scooping up Ginny in his arms and putting his broom in the broom shed (it was a very difficult task), he carried Ginny upstairs to her bed.
She was out cold. When Harry placed her on her bed, he put her under the covers and brushed the hair out of her face. He stood there for a while, staring at Ginny.
He thought she was absolutely beautiful. Harry continued stroking her hair until he heard the Weasley family clock chime 2:30 AM, then realizing it was very late. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, and when he pulled back, Ginny had a faint smile on her lips, which made him smile.
"Sweet dreams, Ginny," he whispered. Harry then quietly shut the door behind him.
It was certainly a wonderful start to Christmas break.
A/N: That's going to be it for this chapter. Throw Like A Girl is a real book, I do not own it, but I do recommend it. If you have any feedback for me please review. I have no idea what this story is going to become, but I'll think of something. Happy New Year!
Cheers, believeinmagic322
"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."
―George Bernard Shaw
