Fall In Love Again

Harry walked to his office in the Ministry with two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. He was calm, and he barely even noticed all the people staring at him and muttering under their breaths.

"You seem unusually happy today," Margaret told him as he entered his office.

"I brought you coffee, Margaret," Harry smiled, handing her a cup.

"Why, thanks," Margaret smiled back, taking a sip of the coffee," but you still haven't told me why you're so happy."

Harry slumped into his chair and spun around.

"I'm not unusually happy," he said. "I'm being my usual self. This is me being my usual self. Why do I look like I'm happy?"

"Well, let's see," Margaret sighed, putting down her cup of coffee on Harry's desk. "First of all," she said, counting on her fingers," you didn't torpedo your way in here like you usually do to get away from the staring and pointing, second of all you brought me coffee, and third – well, you actually have I smile on your face that I can honestly say I haven't seen for weeks. Oh! And you're usually moody and don't want to talk to anybody, and you always wear black. Are you mourning or something?"

"Margaret," Harry argued. "I'm wearing black today. I always wear black. What does that have to do with me being happy? Besides, black works."

"Yeah, whatever, but you just admitted to being happy!"

Harry rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling.

Just then Harry noticed a bored face bobbing in the fireplace.

"Hi Charlie," Harry greeted the Ministry receptionist.

"Alright there, Harry? Margaret?" Charlie had a droning voice that any man working in the Ministry for fifteen years answering fireplaces would have. "You seem unusually happy today, Harry."

Margaret turned to Harry and shot him an "I told you so" look.

"Anyway," Charlie said, "sorry to disrupt your conversation over what you two are wearing, but there's someone here for you, Harry. A Miss Ginny Weasley."

Suddenly, everything cleared up for Margaret. "Ohhh… Yeah. Tell Ginny Harry will be right there, Charlie."

Charlie's head disappeared to leave Harry alone in the office with Margaret and questions.

Harry gave up before the argument even started. "Alright Margaret. I'll tell you all about it when it's over," he said, stepping into the fireplace.

"Every single detail!" Margaret called after him as he disappeared in the flames.

"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed as he walked out of the fireplace in Charlie's office.

Ginny was waiting for him by the door. She had a long blue cloak draped over her shoulders. Her hair was pulled up in curls, and smiled at Harry excitedly.

"Hi Harry," she said. "I had to wrestle my mum before she let me come. You better watch out." As Ginny laughed, Harry felt his heart rolling over.

Harry threw some floo powder in the fireplace, motioning Ginny to step into the flames. "After you."

Ginny whispered, "Harry Potter's office," and disappeared.

Harry stumbled into his office after Ginny. He found her lying on the floor, and he almost tripped over her. He handed her his hand and lifted her up as she brushed the charcoal off of her cloak.

She turned to Harry and smiled. "So… where are we going today?"

"Going?" Harry questioned.

"You know, like my last lesson."

"Oh, right," Harry said. "Well, today we're just gonna practice some defenses."

"Oh," Ginny said, sounding a bit less enthusiastic. "You mean like DA lessons?"

"Yeah. Kind of."

"Oh."

Several months passed and Harry and Ginny continued their lessons. Every new lesson, Ginny couldn't believe how much more boring it was than the last one. To Ginny, Harry's lessons became more like the lessons all the other aurors gave: boring ones that made you go to sleep. To Harry, he just wanted to make sure that Ginny was safe. Ginny seemed to be falling asleep however much she tried to stay awake while Harry gave one of his usual hour long lectures over strategies that dark wizards tended to use. He had gone through every group of Dark wizards that came to mind, starting with Death Eaters and ending with some group that lived in Merlin's time. The only thing Ginny felt guilty about when she slept through the lesson was how Harry would react. She figured she wasn't going to miss anything during the lessons owing to the fact that they had gone through those things at least three times.

But Harry himself couldn't blame Ginny for falling asleep. He knew his lessons must have been the most boring lessons anybody had ever seen on the face of earth. Every time she came for lessons, Harry would have some trip planned that would definitely be dangerous, but he always backed down when he saw Ginny and just stayed in the office. He didn't want to cause her the injuries he had. He knew he was a much more advanced auror than she was, and if he got injuries from curses every other night, then there was definitely a chance that Ginny could die out on the field.

One cold December night, Ginny left Harry's office as soon as the lesson was done and headed to the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley was making dinner when Ginny walked in.

"How was you auror lesson dear?" she asked Ginny.

"Oh, great, Mum, just great," she said sarcastically, "seeing as it was the most boring lesson ever!"

As Ginny headed upstairs to her room, she could hear her mom telling Fleur that it was a good thing Harry had finally come to his senses.

Ginny found Hermione waiting for her in her room, and she poured everything out.

"I can't take this anymore!" she cried to a startled Hermione. "They are so boring!"

"Well, think about it, Ginny," Hermione reasoned. "Maybe he wants you to be safe."

"Safe? Safe from what? I thought he said he could protect me! The man has seriously turned into my mum, Hermione! I even had to poke him once to wake him up! He fell asleep during his own speech! What do you call that? Margaret, his assistant – the one who loves to know everything – even she has stopped pestering Harry and I both over what went on in the lesson! That is truly to show how absolutely boring it is! Safe! Yeah right! What about that first lesson? Huh? How come he didn't think he had to keep me safe then!"

"Well," Hermione said, "maybe he's changed."

"In what way?"

"Well, if you don't know that, Ginny, then I'm not going to tell you."

Harry sat on his couch in his house petting Hedwig.

"You know, Hedwig," he told the bird, " I think I did tell her I loved her when I left for France. Now I think I'm falling in love with her all over again."

A/N

Hi you guys! Thanks so much for waiting for me to post this. I finally got back from my trip. I'm almost done with this fic, although there are a few surprises to come! I've already got another fic in mind, so as soon as I finish this, I'll start on that. Another Harry/Ginny romances, of course :)Well, please r&r. Hope you liked this chapter. Sorry it was kind of boring.