A/N I'm not even going to say anything since I don't want to keep you from reading this chapter any longer than you guys have already been waiting...all I'm going to say is that you are going to like this one...

"Harry, I'm bored," Ginny whined as she channel surfed. "and I'm sick of French TV, it's too hard to understand when you don't speak the language."

"We have been here a month, you should be picking up some French by now," Harry called from the other side of the suite, his voiced muffled by a closed door.

"Okay lets go over the extent of my French shall we? I can ask if some one if they speak English, count to ten, and ask someone if they enjoy large ducks on Thursdays. Besides, why do you I need to know French when everyone at the Quidditch Camp speaks English and I'm always with you who can translate for me," she yelled back at the door.

"Well you know," Harry shouted back, "if you learned more French you would be able to traverse the city by yourself and you wouldn't be stuck with me all day at Camp. Not that I don't love having you there, you're great teacher, the kids adore you and its great to have someone with MediWitch training, but you know you don't have to volunteer if you don't want to. You have to be getting tired of me by now."

"I'm not sick of you yet Potter. And I actually really enjoy volunteering and like you said its good experience. Now I know how Madame Pomfery felt patching us up all the time. So as long as you're not sick of me, I'll keep following you around and letting you be my translator. I don't know how you know so much French, I'm hopeless when it come to foreign languages. My Italian is terrible too and you would think after spending all those years with Mauricio and his family I would be somewhat fluent," Ginny called as she rolled over on her stomach and propped her elbows up on the couch so that she was now at least facing the still closed door.

"I don't know why languages come easy for me. Although I have vacationed here in France a lot. Phime's family owned a house here and of course Brigetta was French so I started picking it up years ago," he mused.

"Well none of this helps the fact that I'm still bored! And would you come out here already, I'm sick of shouting through the door," she called as she blew bubbles from the tip of her wand.

Harry complied by walking out of their shared bathroom and into the living room of the suite. He had just stepped out of the shower and was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Well," he said using a second towel to dry his hair causing it to stick up in every direction just the way Ginny liked it. "We could actually go out tonight and stop being unsocial hermits," he joked as he popped a couple bubbles that had floated his direction. "Some of the guys were talking about this new wizarding club that is supposed to be the place to go."

"Oh, lets go," Ginny said perking up excitedly, once she ripped her eyes away from Harry's toned torso.

"Alright, lets get ready then."

"Ginny, I'm bored," Harry whined as he channel surfed a few hours later. It had only taken him about twenty minutes to put on his black pinstripe pants, white t-shirt, and black fedora and he had been waiting for Ginny to get ready since.

"I'm ready," Ginny called back through the door. "Let me just grab my purse."

Harry sat up and quickly turned off the TV and watched the door to Ginny's bedroom expectantly as he was anxious to get going since he had owled some of their friends to meet them and he didn't want to be late. However when the door opened all worries about meeting people and lateness were the furthest things from his mind. She was wearing an emerald green satin halter dress that excentuated her curves and made her already small waist look even tinier before flaring away from her hips as the hem floated just above her knees. Her hair which had turned to more of a deep auburn as she got older was up in a simple chignon with a few loose strands curled about her face. She had done her makeup with a smoky eye, rosy cheek and super glossy lip, giving her a sultry look.

"How do I look?" she asked as she spun around in her black stiletto heels.

"Amazing," Harry said once he found his voice, "I don't think I have ever seen you wear that before."

"Yeah, well," she explained with a shrug, "I got it for the Nimbus X release party with Mauricio, which I, as you know, never attended."

"Right," Harry replied uncomfortably. "Well shall we go?" He asked as he offered her his arm.

"We shall," she responded taking the offered arm.

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Harry was leaning against the bar listening to Ginny tell him a story while they worked on their third round of drinks when he saw someone out on the dance floor that made him look twice.

"Oh shit," he muttered when he saw that it was who he thought is was. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed again when he saw who that person was with.

"What?" Ginny asked as she started to turn around to see what Harry was looking at.

Harry grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at him before she could turn all the way around. "Now Gin, please don't be mad at me, but there is something that I probably should have warned you about before now."

"What?" she asked again warily with a raised eyebrow.

"Well Giona is making a day appearance for the kids at the camp next week and I guess he came to Paris early because he is here," he explained.

"What?"

"And he isn't here alone," Harry continued.

"What!" she exclaimed as she ripped her self from Harry's grasp so that she could find her ex fiancé in the crowd of dancers to find out who he was with. "No..." she said disbelievingly, "he hates her, he told me so the day I met him." Ginny turned back to the bar finished off her drink and quickly ordered another for both her and Harry.

She tried to tell herself that maybe she saw wrong but another glance over he shoulder told her that it was Mauricio that was on the dance floor attached by the mouth to no other than Seraphim Von Bitch herself.

"I'm sorry Gin," Harry said, reaching out and rubbing her arm consolingly.

"You know," Ginny said as she put the now empty glass on the bar. "It's not like I want him back or anything cause I don't. I don't love him, he was the one that was supposedly so in love with me, so why does he get to move on first. And why did it have to be with her! I hate that...that wench!"

"Well I'm afraid that wench just saw me and is heading this way," Harry said as he too finished his drink.

"Oh Merlin," Ginny muttered as her eyes got wide and she started to panic.

"Harold!" Seraphim called as she crossed over to the bar, Mauricio tailing after her. "I haven't seen you in ages how are you darling?"

"Phime, I didn't even know you were here," Harry lied as he grabbed Ginny's arm who was about to flee. "I believe you have met my girlfriend before right?"

At the word girlfriend both Mauricio and Ginny's attention snapped to Harry, who looked completely serious as his arm went protectively around Ginny's shoulders. Ginny knew what he was doing and that he was trying to do her a favor, but she couldn't decide whether it was the best or worst idea he ever had. However there was nothing she could do now so she might as well play along and she leaned into Harry's embrace.

"Of course, Gina right?" Seraphim replied with a smile completely oblivious to how uncomfortable everyone else was.

"Ginny," Mauricio corrected, not taking his eyes off the arm Harry had wrapped around the red head.

"Of course," Seraphim responded. "You look beautiful tonight Gina, Harold is a very lucky man to have you on his arm. My sources must be getting lax, I hadn't heard you two were dating."

"Well we haven't been together long," Harry explained looking down at Ginny fondly. "Isn't that right Peanut?"

"Well I think this is wonderful, you two make a very attractive couple," the Floo heiress said, not giving Ginny a chance to respond, which was probably for the best since she wasn't sure if she was even capable of speech at this point. "Let me buy everyone another round to celebrate the beginnings of new relationships."

"That's the best idea I have heard all night," Ginny said as she signaled the bartender for yet another round.

They all stood around the bar for a while longer while Seraphim carried on a conversation essentially by herself while Harry glared at Mauricio and Mauricio glared at Harry, while Ginny wished she had stayed in the hotel room watching French infomercials.

"Well it's been really great seeing you again," Harry finally said signaling an end to the conversation and everyone's misery. "Shall we go dance my dear?"

Ginny couldn't do anything but nod and follow Harry as he grabbed her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. The DJ put on a slow song which Ginny was grateful for since the alcohol was starting to hit her all at once and she needed her arms around Harry's neck and his arms around her waist to keep her balance and stay standing.

"Well that was awkward," Harry said eventually.

"Oh it was horrible and Phimie was to stupid to notice and shut up," Ginny muttered leaning her forehead on Harry's shoulder.

"She is a few gobstones short of a full set," Harry agreed.

"Well you're the one who dated her," Ginny said, almost accusingly.

"I claim temporary insanity on that one. Perhaps that whole period of my life was just a long term side effect from defeating Voldemort," Harry joked.

Ginny looked up and laughed glancing over Harry shoulder to see Mauricio and Seraphim still standing at the bar, Mauricio was watching them dance intently while Seraphim was scattering kisses up and down his neck.

"Kiss me," she ordered Harry.

"What?" he asked, unsure that he had heard her correctly.

"I said kiss me. You were the one that told Mauricio we're together and he is standing there watching us, so kiss me," she repeated, just drunk enough to think that this was the best course of action.

"Okay," Harry replied, just drunk enough to agree.

As Harry's lips descended onto her own Ginny saw Mauricio finally look away, unable to watch anymore. And as she closed her eyes and kissed Harry back, it was the last that she saw or thought of the Italian Quidditch star for the rest of the night.

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It was close to four in the morning when other guests of the hotel could hear a badly jumbled rendition of Semisonic's "Closing Time" making it's way down the corridor as a sloshed Harry and Ginny made their way back to their suite.

"Harry," Ginny said jiggling the door handle, "I can't open it, something's wrong, the door wont open."

"That's because it's locked and I have the key," Harry replied dangling the key in her face.

"Oh, I knew that," she giggled as she leaned against the door jam for support.

"Silly peanut," he teased as he struggled to unlock the door.

"Ugh, you know I hate it when you call me that."

"I know, that's why I use it. Hah! There I got it open," he said happily as he triumphed over the lock. He opened the door with a sweeping gesture, "After you my dear."

"You know, you, are just as good as a kisser as I remember Potter," Ginny said laughing as she stumbled through the door of their hotel suite.

"What? We never kissed," he looked pensive for a moment, "Oh that's right we did kiss, well more like I kissed you because I thought I was going to die," he said with an inappropriate case of the giggles.

"Well, Mister Harry 'I'm so sexy' Potter, where did you learn to do that with your tongue?" Ginny asked walking up to Harry and putting her arms around his neck.

"Well, Miss Ginny 'I'm a hottie' Weasley, would you like me to show you again?" Harry replied grabbing her hips and pulling her into him, not waiting for an answer before attacking her lips with his own.

He moved across her jaw line and down onto her neck and he could feel her fingernails scratching tantalizingly against his scalp as he sucked gently above her collarbone causing her to moan. This noise seemed to make him suddenly realize what he was doing and he jumped away as if she was burning hot.

"What are we doing? This is crazy!" Harry said, running his hand through his hair.

"I know, we should stop," Ginny agreed.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked.

"No," she replied softly. "Do you?"

"Hell no."

They jumped back together kissing each other with a desperate hunger, their hands roaming wildly up and down each others bodies. Ginny could feel that familiar feeling in her lower stomach and she could feel, well she could feel Harry, and she knew what this was leading to, causing her to have a moment of sanity.

"Wait," she said breaking away from him and backing up a few paces. "I can't do this."

"Sure you can," Harry said taking a step forward, "you were doing just fine."

"No," she insisted taking another step back. "I can't do this with you."

Ginny's head suddenly cleared, her prior buzz completely gone as she walked over and sat on the couch as Harry watched her curiously.

"Why?"

"Because if this led to where it was leading to and we woke up in the morning and this had all been an alcohol induced mistake, I wouldn't be able to survive. I wouldn't be able to pretend it never happened and go back to being friends. I could never have you for one night and then see you with your next girl of the month because every time I would look at her and know she was with you, it would kill me more than it already does because I would know exactly what I was missing," she blurted out into her palms.

Harry went and sat next to her on the couch and said quietly, "I didn't know you felt that way. I knew that you had a crush on me when we were in school but always thought that had ended years ago."

Ginny took her face out of her hands and looked directly at Harry, her cinnamon eyes locking on his emerald ones. "You're right Harry. You know that the moment I met you at Kings Cross, when I was ten years old, I developed a silly little crush on the-boy-who-lived. Then the summer after my fourth year you were going through some rough times so I decided to write you a letter and we became friends. That day in the park when you told me about the prophecy I got completely over that crush." Ginny saw an indiscernible flicker in his eyes but continued speaking. "You see, I no longer had a crush on the-boy-who-lived, because that day, I fell in love with the real Harry Potter."

Harry looked at Ginny with an intensity that made her feel like he was looking directly into her soul. She was dying for him to say something and was going to tell him so, but then he stood up, grabbed his wand and Disapparated. The sound of the pop as he disappeared was simultaneous with the sound of Ginny's heart breaking. She flung herself across the couch and began sobbing in despair.

I pour my heart out to him and he runs away, she thought. Gods, he must really hate me if he can't even stick around to reject me! What am I going to do? I can never face him again, not with him knowing how I really feel. I've ruined everything, I have destroyed years of friendship in two minutes because I can't keep my mouth shut.

Ginny was so distraught that she didn't even notice when Harry had Apparated back into the room until he kneeled on the floor beside her and put a tentative hand on her shoulder causing her to jump in surprise.

"Ginny…" he whispered.

"What?" she asked, tears still streaming down her face. "You don't have to say it, I get it, you can just leave again. On second thought, you stay, I'll go." She stood and started making her way towards the door.

"No Ginny, don't go." He jumped up and caught her by the arm, forcing her to turn around. "I'm sorry I just left without saying anything, but I had to go home and get something to give you. Technically it's already yours, but I wanted to give it back to you." He pulled out a well worn letter and handed it to the upset redhead.

She stared at the letter for a moment in confusion until her eyes widened with sudden recognition, "This is the letter that you--"

"That is the letter I wrote to you the night before the last battle, the one you refused to read five years ago. You don't know how many times I intended to give you back that letter, how many times I took it out the drawer and just stared at it for hours. But I think now is the correct time."

Ginny opened the letter with trembling hands and began to read.

Dearest Ginny-

The realization that as you read this I might never see you again makes me recognize that I have to tell you the truth. I have to confess my true feelings for you. Ginny, I love you. I don't know how or when it happened but all I know is that I love you with every fiber of my being and I have for a while now.

Over the past year, you have become one of the best things in my life. You are my best friend, my most trusted confidant, my partner in crime. You are the first one I want to tell my good news to and the first I seek out when I need comfort. You are the first person I want to talk to in the morning and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep at night and where ever you are all day is where I want to be.

Every time I see you with Dean a little part of me dies and you have no idea how much I envy him. You have no idea how much I want to be the one who gets to put an arm around your slender waist and kiss the top of you fiery head. I know that you are still with Dean and that you may not reciprocate any of my feelings but I can't die without you knowing how I really feel. This may seem like the cowards way out, but it was the only way I can think of to express my feelings.

If I don't come back tomorrow, I just want you to know that I love you more than I have ever loved anything on this earth and I am doing this for you. It is my love for you that gives me the strength to face what I must and it is my love for you that makes me want to create a better future for you. It is my only hope that it is a future that I am a part of and a future that I might be able to share with you.

Whether or not you feel this way about me, if I don't survive I don't want you to linger on my death or carry any guilt. I want you to be happy and live your life for the both of us because that is why I'm doing this, so that you can be happy, because your happiness means the world to me, so please be happy. Please take advantage of everything life has to offer and enjoy every day. Continue to be the wonderful, caring, funny, self confident, and amazing person I have had the privilege to know.

Ginevra Molly Weasley I love you! I hope that one day I will be able to tell you this in person and perhaps hear it in return.

Now and Forever,

Harry

Ginny was crying again, but this time not out of despair, but out of joy. She was going to say something but Harry quieted her by placing a finger against her lips. He gently wiped away her tears and softly kissed both of her eyelids before moving down to her already swollen lips. But this time the kisses were not hungry or desperate, but gentle and loving, taking great care to savor every moment. After some time they broke apart and he was simply holding her in his arms her head resting on his shoulder, neither of them wanting to ever be anywhere else.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley I love you," Harry said softly, his hope from so many years ago becoming a reality.

"You want to know the real reason that Maurizio and I broke up?" Ginny asked after a moment.

Harry was a little surprised by this as this wasn't the response he was hoping for or expecting, but nodded his head.

"He always knew that I was in love with you. I always denied it, even to myself, but the final straw was when I moaned your name instead of his," she said with a laugh.

Harry leaned in close so he could whisper into her ear, "I can make you scream it."

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Ginny woke up the next morning as the light streamed in through the nearby window. She smiled to herself as the previous nights events came flooding back to her and she rolled over and extended her arm, looking for the warm body she had fallen asleep next to. Her eyes snapped open and she started to panic when she found only cold sheets.

Where did he go she thought to herself. Oh gods, I hope he didn't think last night was a mistake or something. But he told me he loved me, he showed me the letter, he wouldn't run out on me…. What if this was to much for him, I mean it's no secret that he has never had a serious long term relationship in his life, and he's definitely afraid of commitment. Maybe this all went to fast for him I mean professing our love for each other is a really big step… Maybe I should go look for him or something…Ginny was about to get up when the door opened. Harry stopped whistling and broke into a big smile when he saw that Ginny was awake.

"Well good morning sunshine, I thought you were going to sleep the whole morning away. I went downstairs to get us some breakfast," he said holding up two coffees and a bag of donuts. He handed her the coffee cup first, "A triple shot caramel macchiato with soy milk and extra foam and," he said opening the bag, "a cinnamon roll and a raspberry filled glazed donut."

Ginny's jaw dropped a little in surprise, "That's exactly my order. How did you know?"

"Did you not hear the part where I have been in love with you since I was sixteen? Plus you are my best friend, I should know your order by now."

Ginny didn't say anything but hid her huge smile behind her coffee cup as she felt the warm liquid slide down her throat warming her almost as much as having Harry come settle in next to her on the bed as he too starting eating his breakfast.

"So, what are our plans for the rest of the day?" Ginny asked him as they were both finishing up.

"I don't know, I thought we could just kinda hang out, maybe go on a picnic or a walk by the Riviera or maybe a picnic and a walk by the Riviera or maybe the walk first then the picnic..."

Ginny watched Harry closely as he rambled happily and noticed that there was a certain spark in his eyes that never seemed present before. Her heart swelled with joy when she realized that the spark was love and love for her. Suddenly she didn't care what they did that day as long as she did it with him.

Harry stopped speaking when he noticed that she looking at him so intently. He turned to her and searched her eyes and face and silently rejoiced as he saw the true love and adoration and even a bit of poorly hidden lust in her eyes and countenance.

"But Ginny, I will take you wherever you want and give you everything that you ever desire if you will only promise me one thing."

"And what's that?" Ginny asked.

He lifted his hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before letting his hand rest on her porcelain cheek.

"Never stop looking at me like that," he told her before covering her mouth with his own.

A/N So do you love me? do you do you do you? It has finally happened, our favorite couple is finally that, A COUPLE! And the letter you have all been dying to read has finally appeared...I wrote this chapter months ago and I wrote the letter back when I wrote chapter eleven so it was killing me to keep it all to myself...so I dedicate this chapter to everyone who has been reading this story from the begining and have been so patiently (and sometimes impatiently waiting) for the two of them to get a clue and get together...but now that I have finally put it out into the world, tell me what you think!