A/N: Well, it's been decided. Enough people want Ginny/Harry to warrant another two chapters. And I'm sorry to the people who don't like one-shots that suddenly continue, but I had no idea that my one-shot would be so popular. How could I not keep going? I am also very sorry for the wait. Most of this had been written, but I suddenly became very busy and barely had any time to think, let alone write. I got it up, though.
Also, I had to skip a couple years in their relationship, because Ginny is barely mentioned in the third and fourth book. That gives me nothing to work with. So, it'll go first, second, fifth, sixth, and seventh. Sorry about the gap, but I wouldn't be able to put anything.
Disclaimer: Wishing doesn't equal owning.
If someone had told Harry Potter in first year that he would end up marrying Ginevra Weasley, he would have stared blankly.
Because who was this Ginevra person? He didn't know anybody by that name.
Upon being informed that Ginevra was Ron's sister's full name, he would have been wary. He remembered quite clearly her reaction to learning his name. She pleaded with her mum to go see him. She knew him for a feat he really had no control over.
And he hated it.
Everyone would goggle at his forehead when they realized who he was. No matter how much he flattened his fringe, people would always manage to see right through it, as if there was nothing blocking their view of the proof that he had indeed survived the killing curse that had claimed the lives of his parents. Their gaze would be incredulous as they scanned him up and down, completely unaware of the impoliteness of their actions. Harry would fidget as he practically saw the thoughts running through their heads. How could this scrawny, ignorant little boy thwart the most dangerous Dark wizard since Grindelwald himself?
Of course, they weren't normally thinking this, but Harry tended to get carried away when he was thinking pessimistically.
What bothered him the most about these unpleasant encounters was that he knew these people had already heard of him and had formed their own conclusions and assumptions. They didn't seem to take the time to find out more about him. They preferred the Harrys that they'd created, a fictional hero to help them sleep soundly at night.
That's what he was reminded of when he heard Ginny plead with her mum to see him. He tried to remind himself that she didn't know better, that she was only ten, but it was no use. A feeling of dread began to creep up in his stomach.
He had a lot of expectations to live up to.
Little did he know that he would soon take every expectation and surpass them.
If someone had told Harry Potter in second year that he would end up marrying Ginevra Weasley, he would have snorted.
He really didn't want her to feel bad, but how could he marry her, when she could barely form sentences when he was around?
He wasn't as resentful of her fascination of him as he was last year, and he even thought it funny that she turned red whenever he looked at her. She'd grown up hearing all about him, but now she was actually in his presence. He wondered if he was anything like she'd imagined. He wasn't sure he wanted to know that.
Of course, he almost changed his mind about her with that awful Valentine. What on earth made her think that he'd enjoy a musical poem? He didn't think ill of her for too long, though; for he knew what it felt like to be teased (he'd had enough of that in primary school).
He didn't see much of her during his second year, until she'd been taken. His decision was effortless; he knew where she was and how to get there, why wouldn't he save her?
But he felt nervous and apprehensive as he slowly and quietly made his way to the Chamber. Was he too late? His heart skipped a beat when he saw her lying there, pale and still. She looked like death.
He fought for her that day. Yes, it was also to protect the school Muggleborns and himself, but it was her pale face that pushed him to fight. She was so close to the edge, five minutes and she'd be gone. Forever.
He couldn't let that happen to her.
If someone had told Harry Potter in fifth year that he would end up marrying Ginevra Weasley, he would have brushed the comment aside.
Because he fancied Cho Chang. He couldn't really see himself being with anybody but her.
Not that he didn't like Ginny. She was a perfectly nice girl, especially now that she was talking to him. But she was Ron's sister. It was an unwritten rule that you didn't even look at your best mate's sister.
But then, everything with Cho sort of fell apart. She had the gall to defend her traitor friend, and to Harry, that was the end.
But he still couldn't really look at Ginny that way. He admired her steely resolve and determination, and feared her just a little for her renown Bat-Bogey Hex, but she was his friend's sister.
Although he supposed she was quickly becoming a friend in her own right.
But a friend only.
…Which didn't explain the weird swooping sensation he felt when Hermione told him that Ginny was over him.
If someone had told Harry Potter in sixth year that he would end up marrying Ginevra Weasley, he would have choked.
Because how could someone say something like that when Ron was just across the room?
Harry spent most of his time acting like he did not, under any circumstance, fancy Ginny. Because really, you didn't go after your best mate's sister.
Which made him sad, really. If things went wrong, Ron would hate him forever, and he certainly wouldn't be welcome back at the Weasley's anytime soon. And even if it went alright, who's to say things wouldn't be terribly awkward between Harry and Ron?
He could not see a winning scenario.
It wasn't as if he would be seeing these scenarios anyway. Ginny was dating Dean. And she seemed very happy with him.
Which drove an even bigger dagger into his heart. He wanted to see her happy, and if it was with Dean, who was he to interfere?
But the side of him the housed the roaring monster would rather see her happy with him. It could happen. Who's to say she didn't still fancy Harry?
Hermione, apparently. She'd told him of Ginny's abated crush, and seemed to be keeping a close eye on him.
He couldn't help but feel that she knew more than she let on.
Which seemed to be a trend with her.
There wasn't any way out of this mess.
And suddenly…there was. She'd broken up with Dean. She was available.
But there was still the Ron problem. Until that obstacle was fixed as well.
It was an impulse, really. There she was, in his arms. He couldn't help himself.
He wasn't sure who moved first, but he liked to think that it was both of them.
It seemed rehearsed, almost. Like they'd been doing this forever. Their eyes closed, their lips met…
He could have stayed like that forever.
If someone had told Harry Potter in seventh year (or what would have been his seventh year) that he would end up marrying Ginevra Weasley, he would have been worried.
Because how could someone be with him and remain safe? He was Undesirable Number One. He couldn't be with her without putting her life in danger.
And as much as he loved her, he couldn't do that to her.
She came first. And if that meant not being able to see her, or talk to her, or touch her…then so be it.
He'd watch her on his map. Just to make sure she was alright. If she was safe at Hogwarts, he could make himself believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out alright.
But she had to go into hiding. She was no longer safe, even when she wasn't with him.
Even when he was across the country, he was still affecting her life.
He could still hurt her.
It was then that he began to believe that he could never be with her.
It was too dangerous. With him being who he was, and her being who she was…it wouldn't work.
This realization brought heartache, but he needed to accept it. She was better without him.
Even with this acceptance, she was what drove him. The thought that maybe one day, when Voldemort and the Death eaters were gone, they could be together.
Maybe they could marry, raise a family, and grow old together.
This future drove him to fight.
And when she came running into his arms (after a severe talking to, mostly regarding his absence and lack of news), he saw this future again.
Not as a possibility. No, he saw this as a certainty.
A/N: What do you think? Ginny will be coming as well, and I'll try to update a little more frequently.
Also, are there any other pairings people want me to do? If I feel that I can do it justice, I may extend this story.