A/N: I realize the first chapter was all Draco/Luna, but this chapter is all Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione. The other chapter set the scene. I'm sure you've all discovered that already. Neville needs a girlfriend, so I'm taking suggestions from the reviewers! Also to GiGi…all I can do is apologize. I've finished school and so should be able to devote more evenings to writing, but with losing three family members to serious illnesses, my sister getting married and trying to find a job, I suppose I have abandoned some stories. I apologize for my lack of commitment through my troubled times and can only ask forgiveness while I try to get my life somewhat straight.

Dreaming of You

Ginny groaned as she sat up in bed. Her shoulders ached when she raised her arms, and she remembered the dream she'd just had.

"Don't you let go, Harry!" she screamed as she clung desperately to his arms and the boy with the bright green eyes dangled over a bottomless pit. "I'm not letting you go down that path!"

"Stop trying to hold me, Gin!" he yelled in response. "This could be my only chance to destroy him!"

Tears flowed from her eyes. "No! There's another way, there has to be!"

Ginny shuddered. The dream had shaken her, but she wasn't going to let it color her mood for the day. Today was Bill and Fleur wedding rehearsal, which meant Ron, Harry, and Hermione were coming home.

Ginny leapt from her covers and threw on a pair of faded jeans and an old, worn out blouse. She grabbed her hairbrush and pulled her long red locks into a messy ponytail and surveyed her appearance in the mirror.

"Well, it's not great, but I'll have time to change before everyone gets here."

With that, she left her room and jogged lightly down the stairs, where she found Molly preparing breakfast.

"Ginny, dear, I'm glad you're awake. Can you help get the garden into some sort of order? You're better at that than your fool brothers," the Weasley matriarch called.

"Sure, Mum," her daughter smiled, grabbing a bit of sausage before ducking out the door.

The scene outside was much more chaotic than Ginny would have guessed, given that they still had over 24 hours until the wedding.

Bill was standing over by the shed, staring at a flowering bush that Ginny could never remember the name of. Charlie was lazily flying a table through the air, zooming low over the heads of the twins. Fred and George were examining the food table from all angles, and Ginny knew that had to be bad.

"Oy!" she cried. "Charlie, put the table down! Fred, George, do anything to that table and I will personally come after you! Why don't you start putting chairs out?"

She headed toward her oldest brother, and stop right beside him.

"Good morning, Bill," she said quietly.

"Hey, Gin," he murmured.

She pretended to be upset. "That's all I get? Not 'I've waited all day to see you.' or, 'My you look smashing today.'?"

Bill grinned, and finally looked at her. "I'm not Harry, Gin. Why would I say that?"

Ginny punched his arm and sat next to him on what she now saw was an upturned flower urn.

"This had better be the empty one, or Mum'll skin you alive. What's eating you, big brother?"

Bill sighed. "I still can't believe Fleur is willing to settle for me. I was lucky she ever looked at me in the first place, but now, with my face…"

Ginny put a hand on his arm. "Stop that," she snapped. "Fleur isn't settling. She's bloody lucky to have you. As for your face, remember what you told me when I had been in the chamber. What we go through in life makes us who we are. I was certain everyone would hate me, and I wanted to die, but you kept sending me mail every day telling me that past mistakes are gone, and it's who we are deep inside that determines what happens in our lives."

Bill nodded, hanging his head. "But Gin, look at me."

"I am," she insisted. "I see my brother. Smartest of the lot, and as handsome as the day you were born. The scars on you face mean no more than the scar on Harry's face. You are still the man that I look up to and that Fleur loves. Don't let some idiot with a superiority complex take that from you."

Bill looked at Ginny, surprised. "How'd you get so smart?"

"I learned from all of my brothers' mistakes."

He hugged her and stood up. "There's certainly been a lot to learn from."

They joined the other three in setting up the yard until Molly called them in for breakfast.

At Privet Drive…

Harry closed his eyes, refusing to let his pain take control. He was losing people every time he turned around. First his parents, then Sirius, Dumbledore, and…Ginny. He lost her because he couldn't bear to see her get hurt. Never mind that it was killing him. Now Ron and Hermione were insisting on accompanying him to his death if need be.

"It's important that we get to the Burrow as soon as we can today to help your Mum," Hermione was saying. "Otherwise she's going to have to do all that work herself."

Harry nodded, absently. He didn't want to think about the Weasleys, because that led him right back to Ginny. To be honest, though, everything he thought, felt or did led him back to Ginny.

Harry let Hermione and Ron lead him through the preparations to return to the Burrow. He had no desire to even think about anything because all his thoughts caused him more pain.

Soon he was at the place where he'd always felt at home, and seeing Molly in the kitchen made his heart ache.

"Hello, dears," she said briskly. "If you've not eaten, I can whip something up for you, otherwise, I need help with the garden."

Rona and Hermione sat at the table, having skipped breakfast. Harry wasn't hungry, though, and headed out to the back yard. He looked around, seeing Charlie and Bill moving benches into rows and the twins were hovering over something very yellow.

"You realize that she'll kill you both when she changes back," Bill called good-naturedly.

Harry gave a start when he realized the victim of a canary cream was Ginny.

There was a 'pop' and Ginny stood next to the buffet table, glaring furiously at the twins.

"Fred, George, have you made out your wills?" she snarled, giving chase when the two nineteen year olds ran from her. They were all over the yard, dodging between decorations and furniture when they zipped back toward the door Harry was still in front of. The twins dove past him, but Ginny ran fully into him, knocking them both to the ground.

"Harry!" she gasped breathlessly.

"Merlin's beard, I've missed you, Gin," Harry answered, mentally kicking himself as soon as the words left his mouth.