So, this is the chapter where I realized that my timeline got a little funky. I did my best to make it make sense, but for those of you who are as avid of fans as I once was I apologize if it drives you a little crazy.

Honestly, it's been years since I've looked at this story so even I am in for a surprise with my own writing! :)

Chapter 4: Thinking About the Future

When they were clear of the house and about to apparaite away Ginny spoke up.

"I know its kinda cold out here, but can we walk for a ways, I wanted to talk to you," she said.

"Yeah, sure," he took her hand and began walking their way towards the hills.

"So Harry," she began. She wasn't quite sure how she wanted to go about this.

"Hmm?" he replied pulling her close to keep her warm.

"What's in store for our future?" she asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. I mean, you'll be off at school, and then be playing for the Harpies, and I've got to undergo some intense Auror training sometime soon." Ginny stayed quiet in thought.

"What were you thinking about?" Harry asked quietly.

"It's been my dream to play with the Harpies since I was a girl. I won't give that up for anything other than to settle down and have a family with you," she said, blushing a deep red.

Harry pulled her close and apparated to Grimmauld place. He took her hand and led her to the sitting room.

"It's not a crazy idea," he said sitting down pulling her beside him. "I've been trying to figure out the feeling I felt holding Teddy and having you so close was about. I feel more and more like we are meant to be. I think that's what it is," Harry said looking down playing with her fingers. "I'd say we start right now," he whispered "But you were right, your mum will want you home soon and if she can't find you at Andromeda's she'll come looking here."

"And, I've only just made the Harpies. Gwen told me that marriage and Quidditch don't mix, that's why she had you play opposite me. We haven't been this alone ever," she ended with a whisper herself.

"Ginny, I-I-I don't think I can. Not tonight, not now, there is too much in our immediate futures," Harry said as quiet as she had.

"Shh, it's okay," she said lightly kissing him.

"This is much harder than it should be. I just wish that I didn't feel like someone will burst in here any time now." Harry said. He had been feeling like Ron, or Mrs. Weasley herself would come through the fireplace at any moment, his main reason for not having already taken her upstairs.

"I wish we could say the hell with it. I mean, I am of age, we are engaged, but I know you're right," Ginny sighed sadly. Just then and owl pecked at the window. Neither of them wanted to move to retrieve it.

"Kreacher, could you get that?" Harry asked quietly. He was sure that his house elf wouldn't approve of the way he and Ginny were sitting, but he didn't want to move. Kreacher appeared in half a second and brought them the letter from the owl.

"Thank you. You're free to head off to Hogwarts until I call you again," Harry said to him. With a snap Kreacher was gone. Ginny took the letter from Harry and opened it. It was from her mom.

Ginny,

I know you're probably enjoying your time with Harry at the moment, Andromeda told me that you left her house on foot. Just promise me you'll be careful and spend the night inside somewhere. You had best be home in the morning by nine o'clock sharp or I will send Ron after you in the morning. You know that all of your brothers would give Harry a beating if they caught him doing something they didn't approve of. Stay with him; don't go wandering off on your own.

With love,

Mum

"I think she's given me the night out," Ginny said showing Harry the letter. Harry read over it.

"There are so many things that could go wrong. I don't want your brothers to beat me," Harry said, setting the letter down on the couch.

"Do you mean to tell me that you, The Boy Who Lived Twice, the one who so fearlessly died for all of us, my hero, are scared of our physical relationship?" she said. He looked like he was offended, but she looked deeper into his eyes. "Don't worry, because I am too," she whispered.

"Ginny," he murmured. She didn't even really give him a chance to think long and hard about this. She knew that he'd succumb with a matter of a gentle kiss. He had meant to tell her that he wasn't terribly afraid of their physical relationship, he was more afraid of her brothers finding out, but losing himself in her kiss as she had planned, he lifted her up off the couch and slowly felt his way across the room continuously kissing her. She giggled. He let her go long enough for them to make it up the stairs and into the first bedroom they came across.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" she whispered as he brought their lips back together and dragged her to the bed.

"Maybe," he replied. He would have told her he loved her back, but his mind was somewhere entirely different as they began unbuttoning each other's clothes.

It was somewhere around three in the morning when Ginny rolled over. For a moment she wondered where she was, but then she felt Harry turn over next to her. All the memories of a few hours ago came flooding back to her and she remembered her blissful happiness.

"Are you asleep?" Harry whispered beside her causing her to jump. They had been doing an awful lot of whispering, but that's what had kept the intensity between them. Harry chuckled. He had felt her jump.

"I love you," he said as Ginny moved to snuggle against him. This was her happy place. The one she had dreamed of for years and years.

"I wish we could just sleep tomorrow away," she said. She knew that even though it was currently three in the morning, she only had a few hours left with him. He seemed to have sensed this in her.

"We still have six hours left to just the two of us. Why waste it sleeping?" he said with a mischievous grin on his face. Ginny giggled, and pulled him closer to kiss him.

It was now closing in on four am. A whole hour had passed and they'd managed not to fall asleep this time. They had untangled themselves from one another but still lay close continuing to kiss.

"If we hadn't finally just had sex, I'd think that this right here was the best thing on the planet," Ginny thought to herself as they kissed.

"You realize this will only be that much harder," Harry said voicing his thoughts.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You'll be training with the Harpies and leaving for Hogwarts in the fall."

"I almost forgot about that."

"I know. As much as I like this, and being with you in general, I'm not sure I'd want to go back to Hogwarts. Not as a student anyways. You have to finish your seventh year any way you look at it, but as for me…" he trailed off.

"Maybe McGonagall will let you have an internship or something. You could help with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I'm sure the new teacher won't be anywhere near as good as you," she said smiling, "then you'd be back." That was the only other thing she wanted with him that she hadn't yet gotten.

"I'll send an owl to her when term rolls around. I still have Auror training though," he replied

When Ginny rolled over again it was eight fifteen. She shook Harry awake. Sometime after their conversation, and yet another round of sex, they had drifted back to sleep.

"Harry, come on, wake up," she said shaking him.

"What time is it?" he asked sleepily. Ginny laughed. Harry rolled over and was suddenly thankful that this bed was bigger than Ginny's. Ginny pulled herself out of the warm bed into the cool air around them. She found her way to the nearest bathroom to dress and get ready for the day. When she came back out she saw that Harry was still in bed. She laughed as she sat down on the bed and kissed him.

"Come on sleepy head, I have thirty minutes before someone comes to find me. It would work better in our favor if we were both dressed," she said shaking him. He chuckled sitting up. He wasn't sure he wanted to face her five older brothers and overly protective mother. Ginny put his glasses on his face for him and when he could see her clearly, he smiled the one smile that made Ginny's heart melt.

"I love you," she said leaning over and kissing him, "come on," she dragged him out of bed and handed him his clothes.

"I'll be downstairs."

It was eight forty-seven when Harry made it down the stairs.

"Sorry," he said as he approached Ginny putting his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. She had been looking at various photos around the sitting room.

"Hey sleepy head," she said twisting in his arms so that he was pretty much holding her. "I was beginning to think that I was going to have to leave without telling you goodbye," she said reaching up to kiss him. He was still wearing pajamas instead of being fully dressed. "Will you come by later?" she asked snuggling her head against his chest. She assumed he wanted to shower and wake up before showing his face around the Burrow.

"Of course. If I don't come 'round for lunch, I imagine I'd be caught and dragged there," he smiled.

"I'll tell them you're still asleep," she said kissing him one final time before flooing to the Burrow.