Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

I think I told you guys this already, but I got a beta for this story, Pink Bismuth, and she's amazing so big thanks to her. This is kind of a sad/funny chapter, just to let you know… I'll update when I can, but starting November 1st I'm participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) so I won't have much time to write anything else as I have to write 50,000 words by the end of the month to be considered a winner. Wish me luck!

Chapter 3: Tellings

When she woke, Ginny had to lay there for a while letting the memories and images from last night wash over her. She looked over expecting to find a sleeping Harry but all she found were tangled sheets. Ginny immediately started worrying about last night. She was fretting over Harry's emotions and possible regret that would cause him to leave the bed when she heard a sizzling. Ginny sniffed the air and smelled the bacon.

Still not entirely reassured of her fears, she wrapped the sheet around her securely and muttered a spell to make it stay in place. When Ginny wandered into the kitchen she found Harry standing at the stove with three pans on the gas burners. All he was wearing were some dark green, cotton pajama pants that were very low on his hips. Her mouth started watering but it didn't have anything to do with her growling stomach. Ginny's sudden need for him only increased when he turned around.

Last night he'd been worried over his scars, but truthfully they only made him more beautiful.

Now that he stood in the bright, new, light of the kitchen she could see him even better. Ginny let out a shuddering breath as her gaze drifted down his chest. Her knees were shaking so badly she almost fell. Harry raised his eyebrows as she staggered to the table and sat down.

"You alright, love?" he asked coming over to her. Ginny closed her eyes and nodded.

"Mmmhmm."

Harry chuckled and asked another question, "Would you like to explain you're… outfit choice, then?"

"'S the only thing I could find," she mumbled leaning forward and resting her head on his chest.

"Are you still tired? If you are you could go back to bed," Harry told her, worried about her slumped position.

"No, Harry," Ginny reassured him. "I'm not tired, I just feel drunk."

Harry pulled back to give her a confused look.

"Isn't it obvious? I practically fainted when I first saw you just then!"

To her surprise, Harry blushed, "I wasn't really paying attention to your facial expressions. Quite frankly I was a little distracted with your, um, attire."

Ginny laughed breathlessly, "Looks like we're both a little bit drunk this morning." Harry laughed with her. He caressed her face with both of his hands and just as he was about to kiss her the timer on the stove went off.

"Damn food," he muttered. Just as Harry was going to silence the timer with his wand, Ginny's stomach growled loudly. She giggled but blushed as well.

"You gave me quite the work out last night, Mr. Potter," she laughed.

He smirked and pulled away. Harry turned off the burners and started fixing a plate. When he set it down in front of her she about attacked it. He laughed as Ginny hummed in approval.

"Eggs, bacon, and sausage, all delicious. I just might have to have you cook all of my meals, Mr. Potter," she smirked.

He shook his head and placed a plate of toast in front of her, "What's with you calling me Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley?"

Ginny started to butter a piece of the toast as she answered, "Well, I'm about to be Mrs. Potter and since I can't hear that I want to hear the closest thing to it… Mr. Potter."

Harry laughed at her but he was elated at her excitement of having his last name.

She threw the toast at him. It stuck to his chest for a second before sliding down and finally dropping to the floor. It had left behind a trail of melted butter. Ginny's eyes darkened at the sight of it. She reached out a finger and dragged it up the trail, collecting the butter on her finger. When the digit entered her mouth she moaned quietly.

Then the doorbell rang.

She jumped.

"That's probably Ron and Hermione," Harry told her, his voice husky, his eyes dark, "they sent an owl this morning saying they were coming over to congratulate us a bit more." He left then to go open the door.

"Wait!" she called. "You can't let them in here; I'm dressed in a sheet!"

"Just go upstairs and actually get dressed, I'll tell them you just woke up."

She raced up the steps and he opened the door. Ron and Hermione greeted him with smiles and took in his half-dressed appearance. Ron's eyes narrowed at Harry's chest. He looked down and realized that butter was still smeared there.

Blushing he said, "I dropped a piece of toast and then you guys arrived a few seconds afterword."

Hermione raised her eyebrows but dismissed the urge to question him.

They followed him into the kitchen and Harry turned only to find more raised eyebrows.

"Hungry?" Ron asked, taking note of the two plates.

"Oh, I was having breakfast with Ginny and she had to use the loo." Just then, Ginny came bounding down the stairs (or as much of a bound as was possible with her sore muscles and all).

"Morning all," she greeted, stifling a yawn.

"Morning, Ginny, you look as if you've just woken up," Ron seemed to decide today was the day to be very observant.

"Well, yeah, that would be because I did," she lied, "didn't Harry tell you that?"

"No," he said, his eyebrows now sky-high, "he said you were in the restroom."

Harry almost shouted, Bloody screw it all! I was having naked breakfast with your sister and I almost took her again but you just had to interrupt! But he didn't because Ginny saved his life by saying, "Well I was because I had just woken up." Then she added, just because she knew he'd ask, "And thank you Harry for fixing me a plate."

Ron was about to point out yet another inconsistency when Hermione elbowed him. He looked at her bewildered but got the point.

"So," Hermione started, breaking the awkward silence, "I was thinking perhaps we could wander around Diagon Alley a bit and then treat these two," she gestured to Ron and Ginny, "to a movie. After we could go have lunch somewhere?"

"Sounds great, Hermione. Um, before though do you think we could tell Ginny what happened while we were gone? Over breakfast, I mean. She's heard all of it but I'm sure I've forgotten something, and some of it just couldn't be explained without you both…" Harry admitted.

"You haven't told her everything yet?" exclaimed Hermione. "If I were you I wouldn't have accepted his proposal until he told me every last detail!"

Ginny laughed, "I knew he'd tell me eventually so there was no point in making him relive it all at once. Years from now when something happens he'll probably remember something and I'll learn yet another detail!"

"Ginny," Ron said suddenly, "you've got a bit of butter on the side of your mouth."

"Bloody hell!" Harry shouted, he looked thoroughly frustrated. Hermione and Ron jerked around to look at him. He looked around desperately (and discreetly, or at least he hoped it was discreet) for something to blame his exclamation on. He found a cobweb in the corner that must have been made over night.

"I thought this place was completely clean," he said, feebly pointing at the web. When the other two turned to look, Ginny rolled her eyes and heaved a great silent sigh.

"Well I don't know about you," she started, "but I'm famished. Breakfast anyone?"

They all agreed and left for the kitchen. Harry was greatly complimented on his cooking skills and they proceeded to eat in silence. Finally, Harry started, he started and didn't stop talking unless he needed a drink. The other two chimed in at points but it was mainly Harry. He told her of his years at the Dursleys and then of his years at Hogwarts. He told her how they all seemed to be connected, like the cobweb; when one thing would happen it always seemed to be for a reason that would come to light later. Unfortunately, later always appeared to be after something horrible happened. He explained everything, absolutely everything. After what felt like hours, he finally stopped talking and just sat there. Ginny held him for a long while, her tears spilling onto his hair making it blacker and shinier. Harry though remained tearless.

After everything that had happened he couldn't cry. He had no reason to. Here he sat, being held by the most amazing women on the planet, his two best friends sitting there with him. Harry couldn't help but be elated and upon feeling this didn't think Ginny should feel anything less than that either.

Taking her face in his hands, he meant to say how he hadn't wanted her to cry, how she shouldn't cry, instead he simply said "I love you," and kissed her. It was one of the sweetest kisses ever to be shared by anyone and it worked. The kiss did make Ginny elated despite all of the sorrow that had filled her head seconds earlier.

Ron, surprisingly, wasn't extremely uncomfortable during this. He simply pulled Hermione into an embrace, kissing her quickly, but then pulling back, content to just hold her. She didn't protest, comfortable in his arms as well.

In case you didn't read the top A/N because you were sooooo excited to read this chapter (sarcasm by the way) I won't be updating anytime soon due to my participation in NaNoWriMo. I have to write 50,000 words of a novel throughout the course of November so wish me luck and words of encouragement during the month will be greatly appreciated. If I like the end result enough I will post it on FF's sister site, FictionPress under the same pen name. Review please!