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"I- Harry- what?" she cried, pulling away from him.
"Er," he mumbled, "Sorry- it was stupid, really, 'course you wouldn't want- sorry…" he stared out her window, fixing his eyes on the Weasley's dilapidated old broom shed.
"Harry," she said, "It isn't that I don't want to. It's only- Harry, I'm sixteen. You're not eighteen! It was one thing when You-Know-Who was still out there and everything- but we've got all the time in the world now. Besides, neither of us have finished school yet, and I hardly think they'd let us go to school married… I mean, honestly, what would they do about…" she blushed, determinedly not looking at Harry.
"Harry, but it's all right, now! The Death Eaters have been locked up, and you aren't being hunted down anymore, everything's okay!'
Harry nodded. "It's not that school is unsafe. It's… I have to raise Teddy."
"What?" She exclaimed, "But Tonks's mum can do that! You can go back to school, you have to! You- Hermione won't allow it." She said firmly.
Harry laughed, "No, I don't s'pose Hermione will be too thrilled about the situation."
"Harry, you don't have to raise Teddy. He isn't your son."
"Yeah? Well, he's my godson, Ginny, and the man who should be raising him is dead, dead for me."
"It isn't your fault about Lupin, Harry, or any of the others." She said, her eyes glowing with that fierce look of hers.
"He was there to help me. If it weren't for me, Teddy would have a mum and dad."
"You can't think like that, Harry, Lupin was your teacher, he'd want you back in school."
Harry shook his head. "But his kid needs me."
Ginny sighed. "His kid has his grandmother, Harry."
"Mrs. Tonks won't do it." Harry said quietly, "I met with her this morning, and she won't raise him. It's up to me."
Ginny looked at him, the fierce spark still in her eyes, and she nodded.
"So you really do need to do this then," she said, looking him straight in the eye, "Well, then, I guess that's what you'll do."
She smiled, and he nodded, kissing her once more before he turned to go.
"And- Harry!" she called, and he turned around.
"Harry… if the offer's still good… when I'm done with school-."
Harry rushed towards her and collected her in his arms, pressing his lips to hers.
"The offer's good whenever you want it, Ginny. I'll wait a hundred years if I have to."
"Okay. If you want me to go into hiding for a hundred years…" she laughed. "How's next June?"
Harry nodded, his face alight with joy. "So… we're engaged, then." He grinned down at her.
She nodded, beaming. "Yep. You're looking at the future Mrs. Harry Potter. I'll have your children, and become a plump, baking housewife, and make cookies… all right, I'm rubbish at cooking, and I've actually wanted to be a Healer for a while, and I'm not quite sure I'm ready to get rid of my figure yet- but… I really will have your children, how's that?" She smiled.
Harry looked her in the eye, kissed her again, and whispered, "That Mr. Harry Potter is going to be the luckiest bloke in the world."
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"Dear," Mrs. Weasley cried, flopping into a chair, "Harry, darling, fifteen minutes ago you told me that you weren't sure where your relationship with Ginny was, and now you're marrying her?"
"Not quite, Mum, he isn't marrying me till next summer." Ginny grinned, squeezing Harry's hand.
"Ginevra- sweetheart, you're not seventeen!"
She shrugged. "I'll be seventeen then, won't I? My birthdays only in a few weeks anyway."
"Well- well," Mrs. Weasley sighed, holding her head in her hands. "You'll wait till you've finished school.
Ginny nodded.
"Oh- oh, Harry! " Mrs. Weasley embraced him, "Marrying my little girl… you'll be part of the family! But then," she sniffled, "You've been as good as my son since Ron met you on the Hogwarts Express, dear." Harry smiled, a tad embarrassed, but glad that Mrs. Weasley hadn't killed him or forbidden him from ever looking at Ginny again. "Speaking of which, dear, your letters for Hogwarts came, along with Ron and Hermione's. Professor McGonagall must know that you three plan on graduating with Ginny's year."
Ginny caught Harry's eye, and he frowned. "Er- Mrs. Weasley- I thought you understood- I'm taking care of Teddy, you see."
"You are going to finish you're education, young man." She said sharply, "You can care for Teddy when you've graduated."
"Bu- But that's a year away! Who would look after him until then?"
"I've raised seven children, Harry," she said, "You've been best friends with one since you were eleven. You've just decided to marry another." She patted Ginny on the head. "Wouldn't you say I'm capable of handling a baby for a year?"
"Er- of course…" Harry said slowly, looking over at Ginny, who was grinning widely, "Teddy, though- He's not quite an ordinary baby. He's a metamorphagus, and that shouldn't be a problem, but- he might be a werewolf… Remus never actually said…"
"Well, we'll address that issue when it comes up, then, won't we?" She said, "I daresay I can handle it. Besides, an infant werewolf is relatively harmless, only a wolf cub, especially with the Wolfsbane potion… it should be all right, Harry."
"And…and you don't mind at all, Mrs. Weasley?" He asked catiously, "I mean, it's a lot of trouble, I'm sure…"
"Better trouble for an old woman than for a young man like you, dear." She smiled, patting his shoulder. "And- and it will be good for me, really, to have a baby around, with Ginny and Ron at school, and-." She bit her lip, "and Freddie… Me and Arthur will be glad to take care of Teddy," she assured him.
"Well, then." Harry grinned at the two of them, "I guess I'm going to school."
Ginny smiled. "Thanks, Mum." She said softly, hugging her mother.
"Of course, sweetheart," Mrs. Weasley smiled, "I remember what it's like, of course, to be young and in love… I'm not so old."