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Chapter 2

May 13th 1998

"Bleurrghh," Harry moaned as the baby monitoring spell sent an alarm through his head. The noise in his head wouldn't stop until Harry left Ron's room to go and deal with Teddy.
The last few days, Harry had been trying to take more responsibility for Teddy. In three days he had learned how to change diapers, properly hold a baby, clean up after a baby, feed a baby, dress a baby, and the list goes on. He also got woken up at least twice throughout the night because Teddy was crying in his crib in Bill's old bedroom.

It had been the only available bedroom left, but it was too small for both Harry and Teddy, so Harry had found a baby monitoring charm that would wake him up when Teddy started crying. They had a silencing charm on the room so he that wouldn't wake anybody else up. Harry was with Ron on the upper landing. Fred and George were taking a break from working at the shop and were on the landing below that. Then Percy was taking some time to be with the family and was in his bedroom on the same floor as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's bedroom. Ginny and Hermione were below them in the room next to Bill's old room where Teddy was.

Harry walked carefully down the stairs because they had a tendency to creek, but he still managed to make noise once he got down to the first floor landing and opened Teddy's door.

What he didn't see as he carefully went into Teddy's room was that Ginny's door opened just a crack, revealing one brown eye looking through it.

Ginny had been waiting for a time when Harry was taking Teddy down to the kitchen for a midnight feeding for the past three days and it looked like her chance had finally come. She was pretty sure that Harry didn't love her anymore, but she didn't want him to be avoiding her either. That was what it seemed like he had been doing since they had come back to the Burrow.

Nobody had been the same since they had come back from the final battle. Grief had been weighing people down even with Harry's impressive speech about living their lives the way they were meant to be lived. It still took adjusting to not have the people that you had learned to rely on be in your life anymore. Ginny held back a small sob for Tonks, who had been one of her best friends, and had taught her so much.

Once Harry was in Teddy's bedroom to comfort the poor baby she snuck quietly down to the kitchen to wait for Harry's inevitable visit with Teddy for a fresh bottle.

Meanwhile, Harry had been getting Teddy to calm down. Harry smelled the diaper, he didn't need a change, he looked like he wasn't too cold or warm, and he wasn't being sick, so he must have been hungry.

Harry picked Teddy up carefully and carried him down to the kitchen to grab a bottle to heat up and give to him.

When Harry reached the kitchen, there was already a lamp lit up. Who else would be up this time of night? he asked himself. He walks in and immediately sees the curtain of red hair falling off of her petite figure. Her back was facing him as she put a kettle on the stove for tea. Ginny. Of course it was her that he would have to see in the dead of night. He couldn't stand it and he had been trying to avoid her since she would never take him back and he would never be able to even be in the same room as her because it would always hurt that they couldn't be together.

She turned around and saw him standing there with Teddy in his arms. He looked so good that she would just melt, but she managed to keep the smile off her face at seeing him with no shirt on. He never wore a shirt to sleep. It was one of the many little things she knew about him. He never cleans his wand with more than his shirt, he never slept with a shirt on, and he always had his wand within a seconds reach, even in the shower. She had once accidentally walked into the bathroom when he had forgotten to lock the door. Luckily she hadn't looked down and he hadn't noticed her come in. A faint blush spread across her cheeks.

"Hi Harry. There are bottles in there," she pointed to a cupboard and he reached past her, brushing her arm and send jolts of electricity through her skin. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to know if he still felt the same or if he hated her. "Harry, why have you been avoiding me recently?" she asked blunty.

"Erm, have I been avoiding you, it wasn't on purpose..." he trailed of, seeing the look on her face and started to feed Teddy the bottle. As Teddy's mouth began the work of getting milk from his bottle, Harry meet Ginny's eyes. She could always see right through him and could tell that she knew he was lying. "I-I-idithinyulikmeanmo," he rushes out in one short breath.

"I'm sorry, what?" Ginny asks trying to hide a smile.

"I didn't think you liked me any more," he said slowly and quietly, looking away from her.

"Wait, what? You didn't think that I liked you anymore? You have this whole thing reversed mister, although now that I think about you do have good reason to think that, but that doesn't make it true," her voice faded out at the end.

Harry just stood there, stock still, until what she had said sunk in. He had gotten it wrong. He had gotten it wrong. Gotten what wrong? He had gotten the fact that she didn't like him anymore wrong!

"I know you may not like me anymore, but that doesn't mean that I don't like you," Ginny was talking again. Harry stared at her lips thinking how much he wanted to kiss them and just make them shut up. Then he remembered the baby, who had just finished his bottle and was starting to fall asleep again.

"Wait here for just one second, while I put Teddy back to bed," he said hurriedly.

Ginny just stood there. He wanted to talk more. That was a start, wasn't it? She turned around to wait for him to come back. When he swept back into the room, now baby-less, and he swept her into his arms and kissed her right on the lips. He pushed her back against the wall as she melted in his arms. Their lips were moving together, like they had never split up to begin with.

Finally, Ginny gained the strength to break away for breath. "How, may I ask, did you learn to kiss like that, Mr. Potter?" Ginny asked breathily.

Harry just shrugged and asked "What does this mean for us then?"

Ginny just laughed, "With a move like that, I think that it's pretty obvious how we both feel. What do you say we give us another shot."

"I'd like that a lot, Ms. Weasley," Harry replied coolly, and gave her another long kiss. This time more gently, but it still had the urgency that the last kiss had had. "We have a lot of catching up to do," he mumbled against her lips.

"And we can do that tomorrow, or should I say later today," she grinned, looking at the clock. "Goodnight Harry," she gave another quick peck on the lips and turned around.

"Wait, Ginny," Harry said. "I love you."

She smiled, "I love you too," she whispered before going up the stairs.

Hermione entered Ginny's room and went to lie down on the camp bed right before Ginny came back from the kitchen. "How did it go?" she whispered to her once Ginny was back in her bed.

"It went great, really great," Ginny sighed. "What about you?" she said, a mischievous glint in her eye now.

"M-me," Hermione stuttered. "What do you mean."

"I mean that I know you sneak up to see Ron when you think I'm asleep and Harry's dealing with Teddy. I'm not an idiot, and I am a much better fake sleeper than Ron is," Ginny stated quietly.

"Urgh, there is no privacy in the house," Hermione moaned. "Fine I went up and we snogged for half an hour until I thought that you'd be coming back soon and I came back down here. Happy?"

"Yes, actually. Since you and Ron are snogging all the time, he can't complain so much about me and Harry," Ginny murmured before her eyes closed and she fell asleep. Hermione followed suit after a couple of minutes of remembering her few minutes with Ron.

May 16th 1998

Ginny was walking through the corridors at Hogwarts when Harry came up beside her. He grabs her wrist and pulls her into a secret passage-way behind a tapestry. He pushes her up against a wall and crushes her lips with his. She automatically responds and opens her lips, deepening the kiss-

A pillow hit her in the head. "Ginny, you were moaning something about Harry in your sleep," Hermione giggled, her voice strained from trying not to laugh. Ginny was facing into her pillow, her mouth open, a large drool spot starting to form.

"Er, right, yeah, just a dream," Ginny sighed, not content with her current reality. Why had Hermione had to wake her up. Between Teddy and Hermione, Ginny's erotic dreams of Harry would never get to where she wanted them to go. She knew, she wouldn't go nearly as far in real life as in her dreams, but Harry wouldn't either and they were both fine with that for now, especially since they hadn't actually told anybody they were back together, and-

Hermione cut off her thoughts, "I know just what you mean," she said with a big, silly grin on her face.

"Ew, Hermione that's my brother we're talking about," Ginny grimaced.

"He may be your brother, but he is also an excellent-"

"I don't want to know," Ginny said blocking her ears with her fingers.

"I was just going to say kisser, you know we haven't gone that far yet, although the other day-" Hermione grinned as Ginny started singing loudly to drown her out. "I was kidding!"

Ooomph. The pillow hit Hermione in the face as Ginny grabbed her stuff and raced for the shower before Hermione could recover.

On her way up to the next landing she ran into Harry coming out of the bathroom with only is boxers on. "Nice view," she said, hitting his butt with her towel, as she dashed into the bathroom, satisfied with seeing the blush start to creep across the back of his neck.

She took a quick shower, but luckily still hot, because she must have been the first one of the day. The flowery scent of her conditioner wafted around the bathroom as she performed a bit of underage magic (just a quick drying spell) on her hair, before towelling off and getting changing for the day.

She had been quickly put on her navy blue pleated skirt and a tight-ish lavender t-shirt before pulling her slippers back up and skipping back to her room. Once she got back to her room, she realised she was dressed the exact same way that she had been in her dream and felt a flush cross her face, but luckily it just looked like she had come out of a hot shower, which she had.

She put her things away and went downstairs to the breakfast table. Harry and Ron were already eating and showered, while Fred and George were just sitting down, still in their pajamas. Teddy was in Harry's lap, going through a warm bottle of milk. Percy and dad had probably already left for work. The whole family would be around the next day for Sunday brunch, and then just to hang out after. Ginny piled toast, bacon, and eggs onto her plate, and by the time she had finished eating Hermione had come down, fresh from the shower. She had taken Teddy from Harry, so he had gone outside to get some fresh air.

Ginny followed him outside. It was a bright and sunny morning and the birds were chirping in the air. She saw Harry standing a little ways a way and went over to him. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to a more sheltered, and private, copse of trees and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We still have some catching up to do," she breathed, before she pressed her lips against his.

His lips moved with hers. He pushed her against a tree and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth. Her tongue wound with his and her hands slid up into his hair, making it even messier than usual. One of his hands slip to the small of her back and the other into her hair, winding it around his fingers, until they heard a soft cough from behind them. "Sorry to interrupt the face-sucking, but what the hell are you doing to my sister?" Fred asked calmly from where he was standing. "I was coming out to try to find some people for a Quidditch match, but instead, I find my little sister and her ex-boyfriend out here snogging like maniacs."

"For one thing Fred, I think that I am an equal participant in this. Harry isn't forcing me into this. If he was, I'd hit him with a bat-bogey hex, so this wouldn't even have been happening. Another thing, next time you want information about my dating life, you don't have to follow me around, you can just ask." Ginny scolded.

Fred cracked a big grin, "But it's so much more fun to follow you, plus I get to cause Harry a little grief by acting all overprotective. That's more Ron's style than mine, mate, but I'm assuming that Ron knows about this?"

Harry nodded, a little bit sheepishly. "We only got back together a few days ago. We did want a little bit of privacy, but it looks like that isn't going to happen. Just go and tell George and eventually the whole family will know. Easier than making an announcement."

"Fred, if you give up a little more private time we can have a Quidditch game in an hour, after you get dressed," he was still wearing his pajamas, "and I change. See if Hermione will even play, that way we can have equal teams," Ginny suggested so that Fred would leave.

"Great idea, little sis', you two have good time," he winked and chuckled at the look on Harry's face before he turned around and walked back into the house.

"Now, where were we?" Ginny asked before pulling her mouth back up to Harry's. After a little bit more intense snogging, Ginny went back into the house to change into something better for Quidditch before she came back to meet him under the trees again. Now dressed in shorts and a looser t-shirt she found Harry's mouth with her own again and they picked up where they had left off.

After a few short minutes, she pulled away, laughing at the disappointed look on his face, "If we don't keep moving, we'll never get to play," she pointed out.

"All right," he said reluctantly following her to the clearing in the trees where the Weasleys practiced Quidditch.

It was almost one o'clock by the time the game had ended. Harry, Ginny and Hermione had beaten Ron, Fred, and George 360 to 210. They had been tied until Harry had caught the snitch, giving his team that 150 points. He would have caught it much sooner, but he had borrowed one of the Weasleys' older brooms witch was so slow that a two-year-old's toy broom could have beaten it in a race. Other than that it had been a really good game and everybody needed some lunch.

June 14th 1998

The last few weeks had been fun with all of the Quidditch, practical jokes, hanging around the Burrow, and, of course, some snogging time with Ginny. They had also been catching up on the things that had passed in the nine months that they had been separated. Harry had finally told Ginny about hunting the horcruxes and all the important things from the last battle that only he, Ron, and Hermione knew about. She, in turn had told him about Hogwarts in his absence. She told him about the Carrows and how Snape had been protecting them and about how Dumbledore's Army had been restarted and had been revolting against Voldemort's influence. They had both gone through hard-ship and had faced so much.

When the Weasley's had all found out about Harry and Ginny, Mrs. Weasley had hugged him, Mr. Weasley had shaken his hand, and the boys had mostly given Harry looks that said if you hurt my sister, I will hurt you.

It was now the middle of June and Ginny was coming down the stairs for breakfast. Her mother was standing by the stove making breakfast and said, "Ginny, dear, your Hogwarts letter is here. It feels thinner than usual though."

"That's strange, they usually come sometime in late July," Hermione's voice came from the bottom of the stairs. "I would expect that these are only papers asking about whether the students intend to come back this year or not."

As usual, Hermione was right. There was only one piece of parchment in the envelope asking about whether that student planned on returning to school that coming September. Ginny opened hers up to read it.

Ms. Ginevra Molly Weasley,
Hogwarts is currently going through the reconstruction process, but will be open in time for September First.

We are also sending this to inquire whether you will be coming back to school for your seventh year. We know that because of traumatic events some students from last year's seventh grade class will be returning and that some younger students will not be returning to the school this year. Please include an answer by post owl no later than June Thirtieth.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Ginny already knew that she would be going back. Her mother would never allow her to skip her last year of school and she knew that to get a job she would need her N.E.W.T.'s. She already knew that she wanted to play Quiddich professionally, but that would only last so long. She would have to be able to get another job after she wasn't able to play any longer. She also knew that Harry would be going back, and so would Hermione and she didn't want to be away from them for another year.

She went to the cup on the counter-top and grabbed a self-inking quill and a leaf of parchment from the small pile next to it. Ginny quickly scrawled out that she would be returning for her seventh year and sealed the envelope. She would wait until everyone else had written their replies before she sent hers back with Pig.

Harry and Ron came down the stairs and sat down at the table. She handed their letters to them. Harry slit his open and his eyebrows rose. "What did you say?" he asked, seeing the sealed parchment in her hand.

"I'm going back, of course," she replied. "Hermione and mum would kill me if I didn't, and besides, I need a fallback career just in case Quidditch doesn't work out," then she added in a whisper only he could hear, "Plus, I'll get to spend more time alone with you."

The hairs on the back of his neck raised in his anticipation of afternoons spent between just him and Ginny on the school grounds.

"I'm going back too. I really decided after the final battle. I know the auror department would accept me right away, but I just want to go through things the right way, you know?" he said.

"I knew you would say something like that. It's just so typical of you, but what about Teddy?" Ginny she asked worriedly.

"Don't worry about him, dear, Arthur and I can take care of him," Mrs. Weasley put in.

"I wouldn't want to put all of that pres-" Harry was cut off.

"It would be no problem dear, I do like having him around the house, anyway," Mrs. Weasley insisted. Harry, knowing that there would be no point in arguing, just nodded.

"Well, I for one, would feel guilty if I didn't finish my education," Hermione said in her most scholarly voice. "You'll be going back too, won't you Ron?" She gave him the death glare.

"Relax, 'Mione. I could never let it be just you, Harry, and Ginny could I? You'd be third wheel." She kept glaring. "Just kidding. Of course I'm coming back," he reassured her as her kissed her forehead. The line between her eyes smoothed out as she sighed.

"I knew you would, Ronald. I just wish you would try to act like it was for the good of your education, not just to spend time with your girlfriend," she said, faking sternness.

"Yes you do 'Mione, yes you do."

"Stop calling me 'Mione," she scolded.

"Of course, you Hermy-ness," Ron replied with a gleam in his eye. He loved it when she got riled up at him.

"Urgh, what are you, Grawp?" Hermione was getting frustrated now.

"Ron, maybe you should stop before she tears your head off. Just because you're calling her Hermy does not mean that you have the strength of a giant," Harry put in before a full argument broke out. He knew that when they argued now, instead of sitting on it for weeks, they would just have a full out snog in front of everybody. Harry didn't want to watch that if he didn't have to. "Just right your replies so we can send them off with Pig."

The three of them each took a moment to write Professor McGonagall the quick confirmation letter, tied it to Pig's leg and opened the window so he could fly out. They watched until he was just a tiny gray dot, fading into the distance.

July 12th 1998

When Harry went down to breakfast the next morning there were four identical lettlers waiting on the kitchen table.

"Harry, dear, your Hogwarts letter came this morning," Mrs. Weasley said, kissing his cheek.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley. We'll have to go to Diagon Alley sometime to get books and robes. I think mine are going to be a few inches short this year," Harry stated. He had grown a few more inches in the last year and was now six feet tall. Ron was still taller though, at six feet two inches.

"Yes, I think Ron will need some new robes too," Mrs. Weasley murmured, standing over the stove once again. Harry pulled out his supply list for that year. There were just a few more books he would have to get for his five subjects this year. He was taking transfiguration, potions, charms, herbology, and of course, defense against the dark arts. They were the subjects that he needed N.E.W.T.'s in to become an auror. There was also the usual sheet of parchment telling him to go to platform 9 3/4 on September First at 11 o'clock. It also told him that he would be Quidditch Captain again that coming year. He had expected that of course, so it didn't come as a big surprise.

Hermione was the next person to come down the stairs. Harry handed her her own letter and she opened it and scanned through the supply list. He could tell that it was a good bit longer than his. "I'm taking seven subjects again this year," she told Harry, seeing the questioning look on his face, "the same five as you, plus arithmency and ancient runes. Ron's only taking the same five that you are, though."

Right as she pointed this out, Ron and Ginny came down the stairs. "Same five whats as Harry?" Ginny asked. Then, seeing the letters Harry and Hermione both had, went down to grab her own letter. She took out her list. "Six subjects this year. The usual five, plus ancient runes," she commented on her book list.

Hermione had taken something else out of her envelope and only Ron had noticed. "Hermione, is that what I think it is?" he breathed the question. "Hermione, you're head girl."

"You can't honestly be surprised by that. There's nobody better," Ginny pointed out.

"But, I thought, after last year..." she trailed off.

"After you helped to defeat Voldemort last year that you wouldn't be deserving?" Harry snorted. "I'd better go get Teddy up, he'll need to eat before too long," he said, and left the room.

"Good idea, Harry. We should plan on going to Diagon Alley the first week of August, then. And speaking of that time, what do you want to do for your birthday, dear?"

"Just a dinner Mrs. Weasley, I don't want it to be any trouble for you," Harry said quickly.

"Oh, it's never any trouble, dear. I'll invite Kingsley and Hagrid. Maybe Neville and Luna too. Would that be alright?" she queried.

"That sounds great," Harry smiled at her before going upstairs again to get Teddy ready for the day.

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