Harry thought about the conversation with he'd had with Ginny a few days ago. It was good that she was happy, but that still didn't erase the fact that he wanted to do something about their relationship. she had implied that she didn't want to get married just yet, and honestly, neither did he. But he still wanted to do something about it. Then, an idea crept into his mind. It seemed like a really good idea too. But, he had to ask Ron first. He sighed, and made his way up the stairs to Ron's bedroom.

Ron and Hermione sat on Ron's bed talking while Ron stroked her hair gently.

"So how was Australia?" he asked.

"It was fine. My parents are fine. But I missed you," she said, and she turned around to kiss him.

"I missed you too. So, your parents are letting you come back?"

"Yeah. I told them all about you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But, of course, they already knew about you from before anyway. But I told them about, you know, you and me."

"Oh right." Just then, the door opened and Harry walked in.

"Sorry guys," he said, apologetically. "Hermione, I'm really sorry, but can I please talk to Ron quickly?"

"Yeah, sure," Hermione said, and she kissed Ron before leaving the room.

"Everything OK?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Harry replied, sitting on his bed."But I need to ask you something?"

"What?"

"I want to ask Ginny to live with me." There was a pause, in which Ron looked confused.

"But you already live with her!"

"Ron," Harry said, giving him a knowing look.

"Oh," Ron said, slowly."But where? I mean, where are you two going to go?"

"Grimmauld Place." Ron looked like he was seriously considering this for a couple of minutes. But then he smiled.

"Yeah, sure! Go ahead!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! I know it will make you and Ginny happy so it's fine with me!"

OK, thanks!"

"As long as you don't hurt her," Ron added, sternly.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Harry replied, as he left the room to go and look for Ginny. He found her in the kitchen, talking to Hermione.

"Hermione," he sighed. "I'm really sorry, again, but could I please to talk to Ginny in private for a second?" Hermione got up, rolling her eyes.

"Are you going to kick me out of everywhere, Harry?" she asked, exasperatedly. "I'm going to the bathroom. Or are you going to have a private conversation with the toilet seat now?"

As Hermione left the room, Ginny walked over to Harry.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing's wrong," Harry replied, suddenly excited. I just wanted to ask you something."

"What?" Ginny urged him.

"Do you want to live with me?" There was a pause.

"But I already live with you!" Ginny answered, confused. Harry sighed deeply.

"I know," he said, patiently. "But, what I'm saying is, do you want to live together, alone?" There was even longer pause. Ginny looked very surprised.

"Errm," she stuttered. "But..where?"

"Grimmauld Place."

"But...really?"

"Yep."

"Wow." The clock ticked in the deafening silence. Finally, she answered.

"Yes!" she burst out. "Yes, I will!"She walked forwards and hugged Harry tightly.

"What brought this on?" she asked.

"I don't know," Harry said. "I just wanted to do something. About us."

"Wow," Ginny breathed, again. "Grimmauld Place! Really?"

"Yeah! Do you want to see it?"

"Now?"

"Why not? We could sort out what we are going to do with it."

"OK." Harry grabbed Ginny's hand, and with a crack they Disapparated.

They arrived on the front step of Grimmauld Place seconds later. Harry didn't know what to expect, as he hadn't returned to Grimmauld Place since Hermione accidentally let Yaxley know how to get into Grimmauld Place. But Death Eaters weren't a problem anymore. However, he did expect the horrific imitation of Albus Dumbledore to burst out of the floorboards. But as they entered the house, nothing happened. The only sound they heard was a scurry of mices' feet.They looked all around the long corridor. There were copious amounts of dust, nails and floorboards scattered everywhere.

"Well," Ginny said, slowly. "It could do with a bit of a clean." Harry laughed.

"So," he said, grabbing Ginny by the waist. "When do you want to move in? I was thinking next month." Ginny's jaw dropped.

"Next month?" she asked, in shock.

"Why not?" Harry asked."Seriously, why not? What's the point in waiting? I want to do this with you as soon as possible."

"So do I. But how are we going to get this place ready in a month?"

"We will. Come on, we can use magic!"

"Yeah, using magic for cleaning is my mum's specialty."

"Well, we'll try. But we have to start tomorrow because I promised Andromeda that I'd look after Teddy tonight."

"OK. But shall we look around the rest of the house though. To see what needs to be done."

"Alright then."

Harry and Ginny walked around the vast house. In several rooms, there were smashed wardrobes and books scattered all over the place.

"It was like this when me, Ron and Hermione were hiding out here," Harry said. He and Ginny looked in every room in the house, but the only room that was completely immaculate was the kitchen.

"Wow," Ginny said, staring around the kitchen in awe.

"It must have been Kreacher," Harry said.

"Speaking of Kreacher, will he be living with us?"

"Of course he will. Or do you want to be the one to tell him to part ways with this house?"

"Nope. And, incidentally, I also don't want to be there when Hermione finds out." Harry laughed, as Ginny walked towards him.

"I agree with you," she said, softly. "I want to live here with you as soon as possible."

The next morning, Harry woke up with a big smile on his face. He seriously considered lying in bed for a while, but then he remembered that he had things to do. He and Ginny planned to go over house plans that morning at nine o'clock.Harry got out of bed, and looked at his watch. It was 8:48. He looked over at Ron's bed, excpecting Ron to still be fast asleep, snoring loudly. But his bed was empty. Hary frowned. Where was he? It was not like Ron to get up this early. Ususally the only times he woke up this early were because he was with...Hermione.

Twelve minutes later, Harry made his way down to the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower. Ginny was sitting at the table, nibbling at a piece of toast and reading The Daily Prophet.

"Hi," Harry said. Ginny looked up and smiled.

"Hi, I made you some toast," she said, pushing the plate towards him.

"Thanks."

"So, I brought a piece of parchment and a quill." As she said this, she pointed to her right. There was a piece of parchement and a quill floating above it.

"For what?"

"To take down things we need to buy or do for the new house. We really need Hermione for this though. She's good at stuff like this."

"Where are Hermione and Ron anyway?"

"They went for a walk about half an hour ago. So, what do we need?"

"Errm..." Harry scratched his head in thought. "It could do with some painting. Except for Sirius's room. Actually, do you think we could leave Sirius's room?" Ginny smiled slightly.

"I thought you'd say that," she said, quietly. "OK, so a paint job except for Sirius' room." As she said this, the quill began to write eagerly. It reminded Harry of Rita Skeeter's acid-green quill.

"Oh, what do you want to do with Regulus's room?"

"Maybe...get rid of everything in it and turn it into a guest room?"

"OK then," Ginny agreed, as the quill made a note of this as well.

"Should Sirius's room be our room?" she asked.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Do you want to keep Phineas Nigellus's portrait?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"OK. The kitchen seems fine. But obviously we need to buy food. Should we just turn every bedroom except for Sirius's room into a spare room?"

"Yeah, sounds good." The pair of them made suggestions for the next half an hour while the quill scratched it all down. Hermione and Ron suddenly burst into the room.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"Harry and I are making a list of things that need to be done in Grimmauld Place."

"Oh yeah!" Hermione exclaimed, taking a seat beside Ginny. "Ron told me that you two would be moving there. What have you written down so far?"She peered at the long list. She nodded approvingly.

"So far, so good. But aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Well, have either of you asked Mrs Weasley yet?" The big smile that had been on Ginny's face all morning suddenly fell.

"What?" Harry asked. "She won't mind will she?"

"No," Ginny sighed. "But she'll just make a big deal out of it."

"I'll do it if you want," Harry said. But Ginny shook her head.

"No, she'll still talk about it with me. We might as well do it together."

"Do you want to do it now to get it over and done with?" Harry asked, and Ginny nodded. She rolled up the piece of parchment, seized the quill and she and Harry sought Mrs Weasley in the living room.

"Mum?" Ginny said uncertainly, as she and Harry entered the room.

"Yes, Ginny dear?" Mrs Weasley answered. She was on the sofa reading a copy of Witch Weekly.

"We need to tell you something, Mrs Weasley," said Harry, taking a seat in the armchair opposite her. Ginny sat down in the chair next to Harry.

"Yes?" Mrs Weasley asked, earnestly.

"Mum," Ginny started, turning her familiar shade of crimson. "Me and Harry are moving to Grimmauld Place. Just the two of us."

Mrs Weasley paused to take it all in. But then, she gave a wide smile.

"That's fantastic!" she burst out. "How lovely for the both of you! When?"

"Next month," Harry said. "Or possibly sooner, depending on how quickly we get the house ready."

"Really!? Well! I must tell Arthur!" She suddenly jumped off the sofa. "Arthur!" she called, as she rushed out of the door. "Arthur! Ginny and Harry are going to live in Grimmauld Place! Next month! Or sooner! Isn't that marvellous!?"

Ginny sighed deeply, and rested her head in her hands as Harry started to chuckle.

"See?" Ginny asked, taking her hands away from her face. "Maybe we should have just...moved there."

"Without telling her?" Harry asked.Just then, Mr Weasley entered the room, smiling broadly.

"So," he said. "I heard the news."

"I think the whole house did, Dad," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.

"Too right, the whole house did!" said a voice. George had just entered the room, also smiling.

"Oh great, not you too!" Ginny sighed.

"Don't worry, little sis. I won't tease you. I think it's great!"

Ginny stared at him suspiciously.

"Seriously!" George added, incredulously.

"I agree," put in Mr Weasley. "Congratulations, both of you!"

"OK, thanks Dad!" Ginny said, quickly. "I'd love to stay and chat and everything, but Harry and I have things to do! Bye!" And with that, she grabbed Harry's arm and they Disapparated.

Over the next few days, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were extremely busy making Grimmauld Place fit to live in. Hermione and Ginny tidied up the rooms and corridors and Ron and Harry painted all of them. And then, they all cleaned the bathrooms. It was all fairly easy. The only task they had to do without magic was painting. Within a few days, the house was ready.

"Well," Hermione said, looking around the final bathroom that they had just finished cleaning. "It's looking good!"

"Anything left to do?" Ron panted.

"Well," Ginny said, consulting the list. "The only thing left to do is buy food. But don't worry, Harry and I can go shopping tomorrow."

"Thank Merlin!" Ron sighed, mopping his brow.

"There's really nothing else to do?" Harry asked.

"Nope," Ginny replied. "Just shopping. Oh, and moving all our stuff in, obviously."

"So," Harry said, softly. "We should be all moved in by..."

"Tomorrow evening," Hermione put in. "Or the morning after."

"Really!" Ginny exclaimed. "Wow! I'm really excited now! Wait, what time is it?"

"Four thirty," said Harry. "Why?"

"Well, if we do our food shopping today, then we can move our stuff in tomorrow to speed up the process!"

"Yeah, sounds good!" Harry answered.

"Aw!" Hermione exclaimed, suddenly. "I'm really going to miss you guys!"

"We're really going to miss you too, Hermione!" Ginny said, hugging her, as Ron rolled his eyes.

Harry and Ginny returned to The Burrow at eight o' clock, later that evening. Ginny collapsed onto the sofa, her cheeks flushed. Harry sat down beside her. Ron and Hermione had been locked in a tight embrace in an armchair before they had Apparated into the room.

"Sorry," Ginny sighed, waving a hand apologetically at them.

"It's OK," Hermione said."Did you do the shopping?"

"Yeah," Harry replied. "We just dropped it all off at Grimmauld Place."

"I am exhausted," Ginny said. "I'm going to go to bed."

"Me too," Harry said, getting up with her. As soon as they left, Ron started kissing Hermione again. When they broke apart, Hermione was wearing a brooding expression.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, playing with Hermione's hair as always.

"Nothing," she replied. "It's just...don't you think it's really weird that Ginny and Harry are going to be living together?"

"Weird in a good way or a bad way?" asked Ron.

"Good. But, just...different."

"Yeah, it is. But, I'm kind of glad. Cos now, there's going to be more time for you and me."

"I know what you mean. Lately, I've felt that it hasn't been just us. We're always with Ginny or Harry. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I love them both to bits. But, it's just...I miss you."

"I miss you too." After a long discussion about Luna and Dean's wedding and what Ron thought Luna would do for the decorations, Hermione got up.

"I'm going to bed."

"OK," Ron sighed. "I think I'll go up too, since it's Harry's last night."

"OK, goodnight," Hermione said, kissing Ron goodnight.

"I love you," Ron said, before letting her go.

"I love you too."

The next morning, Ginny and Harry packed up all their things into their trunks. Harry was ready a long time before Ginny. He and Ron were playing a game of Exploding Snap in the living room.

"So, when are you leaving?" Ron asked.

"As soon as Ginny's ready," Harry answered. "So, in about a century!"

"Very funny!" Ginny entered the room, dragging her trunk alongside her.

"Ready now?" Harry asked, as the cards in front of him exploded.

"Yep!" Ginny said, her eyes shining.

"Wait!" came a shrill voice from upstairs. Mrs Weasley came rushing into the living room seconds later, with Mr Weasley, Hermione and George in tow. She ran over to Ginny and hugged her.

"Goodbye dear!" she said, almost tearfully.

"Bye mum!" Ginny said. This time she didn't look embarrassed. "Bye Dad!"

"Bye, Ginny!" Mr Weasley hugged his daughter as well.

"Ginny," George started. "I would hug you, but, well, I really don't want to!"

"Thanks George!" Ginny answered. "I'll miss you too!"

"Goodbye, Harry!" Mrs Weasley said, hugging Harry now.

"Bye, Mrs Weasley."

"Bye, Harry," Mr Weasley said, shaking his hand.

"Bye, Mr Weasley."

They exchanged more goodbyes and then Ginny and Harry decided to go before Mrs Weasley really stated weeping. With a crack, they Disapparated. When they arrived at Grimmauld Place, Ginny smiled, dropped her trunk and put her arms around Harry's waist. She looked around the immaculate corridor as Harry kissed her forehead. She was so happy with her new home, and she couldn't wait to share it with the person she wanted to be with most in the whole world.