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If you were wondering about the quote it was the line, "Tomorrow, I'd rather you set an alarm clock." Ron tells that to Harry in the sixth book after Harry wakes him up with Levicorpus.

Harry walked down with Ron as usual for breakfast the next morning. It still felt weird that things could go on the way they were. Apart from the memorial service, to be held in three days, it was like the war had never happened. Of course, there were subtle reminders everywhere. Like the damaged floors and burnt tapestries. The students and teachers too were more subdued than usual. The memories of the dead seemed to press down on them. Of course in some cases those dead were actually wandering around in the form of ghosts.

When Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table, it seemed emptier than usual. Another reminder, if needed, that all was not as it should be. He missed Colin Creevey especially. His brother Denis was quieter than Harry remembered him. At least, there were many chairs that were filled. Ginny's for example. She looked up and smiled at them when they approached. Harry felt his heart soar.

Hermione came down and sat on Ron's other side. They hugged. Harry shifted, slightly embarrassed. It had been in the making for a long time but it still felt weird to see his two best friends dating. Parvati, sitting next to him noticed.

"At least they're not doing the plunger-and-sink routine," she commented dryly. "Remember Lav-Lav and Won-Won?"

Harry cringed. "I think I'd rather face a million Death Eaters than see that happen again."

They laughed together. Harry was about to ask Parvati something else when he noticed Ginny get up from her seat. Parvati nudged him with her elbow. "She's missed you, you know," she said in a more serious tone. "Go talk to her."

Harry nodded and followed Ginny. He found her near the doors with a group of her friends. Trying to shake off a feeling of nervousness, he approached her.

"Hey, Ginny!"

"Yes, Harry?"

He felt his face warm up. "Can I, umm… talk to you for a minute? Alone?"

Her friends burst into giggles. It was like Cho Chang all over again. Ginny, thank the Gods, wasn't giggling. He didn't know if it was a good sign that she was taking him seriously or a bad sign that meant she wasn't happy about it.

They walked out into the grounds together. "So what did you want to talk to me about, Harry?"

The question took him by surprise. He'd been so caught up in gazing at her perfect features, that he'd completely forgotten the real reason for their walk. He said something very intelligent like, "Huh, what?", caught his foot on a rock and fell in a graceless heap.

Ginny bit her lip to keep from laughing and moved forward to help him up. "When did you turn into Ron?" she asked playfully as he dusted off his robes. He answered before he realized what he was saying.

"When I saw you." Way to go Potter.

There was an awkward pause. Ginny bit her lip again but he doubted it was to stop herself from laughing. He still wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. "Ginny, listen. I didn't want to break up with you in the sixth year. My sixth year I mean, your fifth year of course. Those weeks were like the best times of my life. Excluding maybe the time when I found out I was a wizard and when Ron and I took down the troll and when I met Sirius and thought I was going to live with him, and when people realized I was speaking the truth about Voldemort and…"

Harry trailed off as Ginny raised her eyebrows as though to say, 'Oh really?'

Recollecting himself, he took a deep breath and blubbered on, "Anyway, those weeks with you were amazing and I really didn't want it to end but I was so scared Voldemort would hurt you and I was already risking Ron's and Hermione's lives and I couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt- and anyway you know all that stuff. Basically, I wanted to tell you that I'm still in love with you and I was hoping you could forgive me and we could uh…get back together," he finished somewhat weakly.

Ginny blinked at him from beneath eyebrows that had been rising higher and higher with each word. When he was done, she started laughing. This time Harry was absolutely sure it was not a good thing. He sighed and turned to leave. "Right, I get the message. Thanks for hearing me out Ginny."

"No! Harry wait. I wasn't rejecting you."

"Well, it sure looked like it," he replied, crossing his arms and glaring at her.

"Harry, you dork. I was laughing because of your idiotic speech and because you actually thought I needed to forgive you."

Ginny shook her head incredulously and muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like 'Boys!' Harry dropped his arms and stopped glaring.

"So, it's ok?" Harry asked tentatively. Ginny walked towards him until she was so close he could count the number of freckles on her face. She stood up on tip toe so he was staring into her chocolate brown eyes. He still couldn't figure out what she was thinking. She leaned forward. "Yeah, it's ok."

Then she kissed him and suddenly everything was ok.