Professor Ginevra Weasley

Disclaimer: Get this pesky thing out of the way. I am in no way related nor do I own Harry Potter characters. I am however the proud owner of the plot :)

Things you should know:

This takes place 11 years after the end of the Second Wizarding War

Harry and Ginny did not date in sixth year or after the war but the "crush" days of course still exist :P

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I don't know what it is with me and insomnia lately but I'm writing and it is 3 o'clock in the morning! Anywho here it is!

HPHP

A month had gone by since the start of the school year and Harry was at his wit's end. His classes were going very smoothly. His students were very co-operative after the initial shock. He even managed to get along with the Slytherins, although he inwardly cringed at how there was always one boy who wanted to be the smarmy git. Some things never changed! The 'Daily Prophet' had even calmed its ridiculous attempts to acquire new photos of him, granted only after they realised he was going about his job just like any other Professor would. Honestly, what were they thinking, that he would fall madly in love with one of his students? Now had the gossip columnist at the 'Daily Prophet' turned her eye and speculated on a certain red-headed Headmistress...that would have been a whole other cauldron of Sickles.

When he wasn't in one of his classes, Harry constantly found himself thinking of Ginny. He did all sorts of things to avoid this. He wrote letters to Ron and Hermione, he went flying on the Quidditch pitch (much to the pleasure of a few skiving Ravenclaw seventh year girls) but, try as he might, his mind Bludgered back to one thing: how utterly perfect Ginny Weasley had become.

Not only was she still one of the prettiest women he had ever known (he may have been thick when he was younger but he wasn't blind) or the smartest, but she was genuinely kind-hearted and could make him laugh with just a facial expression.

Harry shook his head vigorously to clear his mind. He was at it again and thanks to his musings he was late for a meeting with Ginny. Isn't irony grand? He quickly grabbed his wand from his desk and ran downstairs next to the Great Hall. There he found Ginny speaking with a fourth year Hufflepuff, whose name he vaguely remembered as being Todd Jenkins.

"Yep, Professor Weasley. There was some kind of infestation. The old house was in really bad shape. Hadn't been used in fifty years. I took care of the whole lot of those Boggarts. Charged a sickle for each one. It's a pity some people still don't know how to cast a good Ridiculus Spell, I always say," he added, a mischievous glint in his eye, "But ah well, can't complain. Made enough money for a couple of Puking Pastilles from good old George."

"Mr. Jenkins," Ginny tried to sound as professional as possible but even she couldn't quite hide the laughter threatening to bubble up, "as your former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher I congratulate you on a job well done. As a Weasley," and here she lowered her voice, "I am impressed of your money-making skills and also thank you for the business. As a Headmistress, I'm going to pretend this conversation never happened."

"No problem Professor," and with a renewed grin, Todd Jenkins rounded the corner and disappeared, leaving a smiling Ginny shaking her head.

Harry smiled deciding to creep up behind her and make use of his best Filch impression, which was surprisingly very good, "I'd expect more from the Headmistress Professor", he croaked out.

Ginny jumped in shock but then noticed Harry laughing. She glared at him in what was her best impression of her mother.

"That is not funny. Do you have any idea how long I have to listen to that man rant against Ron and George? And I can't blame him. They cause more trouble now than when they were students, and that's really saying something."

"I'm sorry." Harry tried to speak in between laughs. "But you should have seen the look on your face."

"I have a good mind to hex you Potter."

"You wouldn't. You love me too much."

Harry didn't catch the fleeting look of panic on Ginny's face as he continued.

"The students really trust you Ginny."

"Yes, well, that's because they know I have a soft spot for achievement coupled with scheming. What can I say, I'm a Weasley through and through."

Harry grinned at her. "Shall we, then?"

"Best not keep Firenze waiting," Ginny replied.

As they made their way to the Forbidden Forest, a few more students greeted them during their lunch break. When they finally arrived, Firenze was already waiting for them. His horse-like half had changed very little, his human half even less, although a few white hairs had begun to appear.

"Good afternoon Professor Weasley... and Harry Potter," he noticed Harry coming up behind Ginny and even placid Firenze couldn't resist raising his eyebrows in question at the surprise. "It has been too long," he added with a small yet regal bow.

"Hello Firenze," Harry replied. "How have you been?"

"Good. What with the Dark times over, living in the Forest is as pleasurable as it used to be."

"Harry has kindly offered to help in the safeguards for the Unicorns," Ginny gave by way of explanation.

Firenze nodded in a way that showed this fact should have been taken for granted. They discussed a few of the Charms that would be set up, together with the precautions being taken against renegade werewolves.

"As usual, I highly recommend that none of the wizard folk are in the vicinity on the night of the full moon. Werewolves are not stupid enough to attack a Unicorn but they are not above taunting one."

"Are there still several renegade Werewolves?" Harry asked.

"The Wolfsbane Potion is still not as strong as it can be. There has not yet been enough interest in providing comfort for Werewolves."

Harry thought of little Teddy, who had just begun his first year at Hogwarts. Already he had started asking some questions about Werewolves and any possible remedies. He seemed to have acquired a penchant for library-haunting.

"Times have improved thanks to you and your friends, Harry Potter, but there will always be darkness. Not even you can change that."

Harry and Ginny exchanged glances and soon after proceeded to say their farewells before heading back in the direction of the castle.

"He's now the leader of the Centaurs, you know?" Ginny stated more than asked.

"Yeah, Hermione had mentioned it in a letter. Explains why he didn't return to teaching Divination, especially after Trelawney retired."

"Oh don't remind me about that. She wouldn't leave without giving us all a complimentary palm reading." Ginny rolled her eyes at the memory of good-old Professor Trelawney.

"Let me guess, a cruel and painful death?"

"Worse. She felt the need to give me relationship advice. I had just broken up with Reggie back then."

Suddenly, Harry felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had fell on him. Reggie Hale was a very good-looking American who just so happened to be the Potions Professor. Harry couldn't believe he hadn't remembered that he and Ginny had dated for a while a few years ago. She had mentioned it in her letters. Back then, Harry hadn't paid too much attention to what seemed like a trivial relationship. Now, however, things were looking very different.

"I'd forgotten you'd gone out with Hale." Harry tried to sound aloof. Truth be told, Reggie was a decent enough bloke. He bordered on egotistical, though, and seemed to think him and Harry were well on their way to becoming best mates. At this moment in time, Harry would rather have been best friends with Rita Skeeter.

"Anything up with you and him?" Again Harry tried desperately to sound aloof, meaning that his question ended up sounding high-pitched at the end.

"Merlin, no!" Ginny walked on, not noticing the immense relief on Harry's face. "Rumour is him and Lavender are getting pretty serious. I never thought I'd see the day where 'Lav-lav' would find someone as ridiculous as her but, there you have it, like two peas in a pod they are. Merlin, I just hope they don't ask to have the wedding in the Great Hall."

Harry felt silly for his previous panic. Of course! Lavender Brown, who had once been such an avid supporter of Professor Trelawney's had acquired the job of Professor of Divination. She also loved to make sure everyone knew of her undying love for Professor Hale. It was a well-known fact, to everyone besides Reggie himself, that her favourite past-time was predicting when he would propose.

"Well at least she doesn't predict deaths," Harry offered.

"Well that is true. Though," and Ginny couldn't help but laugh at this, "a student once told me that if during the exam you tell her you foresee a wedding in the near future, she'll give you top marks."

"Well Trelawney did the same thing if you predicted death."

"Exactly. One wanted to see you hang from a noose. The other can't wait to tie the knot."

They both chuckled at this and kept on walking, both falling into a comfortable silence for a while.

Ginny kept sneaking glances at Harry, until she finally decided to ask what she had wanted to know for a while.

"So... how's Teddy taking to all of this?" Ginny asked hesitantly.

"As well as I could have expected," Harry replied. "I mean we had a long talk before we started the year. Just because I'm his Professor doesn't mean I'm not still his godfather above anything else. He just can't metamorphosise into a Me-Look-A-Like like he used to when he was younger. I think it's made him a bit of an instant popularity target to be honest."

Ginny giggled at the thought of shy little Teddy Lupin being popular.

"Though fat lot of good it does him when all he cares about is reading as much as possible in the library."

"I told you. I told you not to leave him with Hermione too long, didn't I?" Ginny teased.

"Yep," Harry nodded. "But I think the most thing that he hasn't gotten used to is the fact that the person who taught him how to throw the meanest Bat Bogey Hex can now give him detentions for casting one."

Ginny blushed, "I haven't quite figured that one out myself."

"You know you're doing a fine job with this whole balancing thing. It can't be easy what with everybody's many associations with the Weasley name."

"Oh you know us, Pranksters, Sidekicks, Dragon-fighters, Cooks, Red-heads... no one can keep up with all the images. But it's nice to finally have something I can call my own."

Harry understood only too well how important that can be for a person.

"You know I think I finally understand your need to get away," Ginny said somberly, looking down as she walked.

Harry glanced at her, feeling a wave of gratitude. No one had ever truly understood, except for maybe Ron and Hermione, but they had settled together so quickly after the war that even they had never really felt the doubt that often comes with having a new identity thrust upon you.

"It's a good feeling living off your more normal accomplishments, isn't it?"

"Something like that, yes." Ginny glanced up at Harry smirking. "So tell me what you and Teddy did this summer." Ginny changed topic, sounding a lot more excited. "After last year's Quidditch Cup fiasco I thought for sure Andromeda would never let Teddy spend another summer with you."

"Hey that was not my fault. How was I supposed to know what time female Quidditch players take their showers?"

HPHP

So the introduction of Lavender and Reggie, or as their known by the student body 'Lav Reg' :P. They're just going to be these caricature-like characters that offer comic relief. I'm looking forward to how they fit in.

Also... Teddy. Teddy is of course now eleven years old and of course I had to include him into the whole thing. He may not play an important role for now but he's a particularly instigating and dare I say, adorable role later on.

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