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Chapter 2: Honestly

4 months earlier…

"Harry?"

"Mmm."

"Harry." An angelic voice cooed into my ear.

"Mmm?"

"Do you know what time it is?" A playful laugh was heard behind the gentle words of the speaker. I knew this laugh. I knew this girl leaning on my bare chest.

"Yes Ginny… I know what time it is." I replied, reaching a hand to my eyes rubbing the sleep away as I opened them in protest.

"Well, are you going to take me to school or not?" I felt one of her small legs trace down one of my own softly, as if to coax me out of my sleep with pleasure.

What a minx this girl has become… I thought letting a chuckle pass from my throat. Finally opening my eyes, I looked up into the beautiful glistening orbs of the girl at my side.

Ginny Weasley.

Her hazel-green eyes sparkled in the dim morning light that was seeping through the blinds of my bedroom in my flat. I smiled at the sight of her beautiful self leaning on my chest. It was something I thought I could get used to waking up to. Ginny's fiery red hair cascading over her bare shoulder, her freckled nose nuzzled into my body and those eyes full of love only for me. Wrapping my arms around her slender back, I laced my fingers together, holding her in my grasp.

"Now why would I want to do that when that would mean I wouldn't get to see you until your next Hogsmeade trip or worse, Christmas?" I asked, pulling her closer to kiss me. She smiled and obliged.

Very like Ginny.

Moving my hand behind her neck, I kept her in the kiss as long as she allowed. Moving my lips in perfect tandem with her own, I didn't want to stop.

"Harry." she warned from behind my lips.

"No." I mubled back.

Pushing me away she gave me her 'Weasley pout' before replying.

"Harry, my Mum thinks I am at Ron's and Ron thinks I am at Hermionie's. If we don't meet 'Mione at the train station in an hour then Ron is going to show up to find out that she lied and then he's going to be mad at her, which is the last thing they need... Then on top of that, he'll tell Mum and then I wont get to see you until next year. So you better let me go Harry Potter before I turn you into a newt."

Stubborn. Very like Ginny again.

I attempted to keep a straight face, but the famous 'Weasley pout' was far too cute for me. I chuckled and loosened my grip causing her pout to deepen into a frown.

"Alright, alright…" I began. "You're right."

Ginny frowned completely.

"You are too though." she collapsed her head onto my chest again. "I don't want to leave. I want to stay, with you…"

"You have to Gin." I pet her hair softly with my hand. "You have to finish school… You don't want to end up like me now do you? Wizardy School drop out is not a flattering title." I let a soft airy laugh out of me again before I kissed the top of her head. "Come on now. Like you said, we only have an hour and I am sure that Ron will not appriciate his sister showing up at Platform 9 ¾ with nothing on but a sheet."

She laughed at that as well. I supposed we were both imagining my best friend and her brother's famous red ears glowing at such a sight. Looking back into my eyes, her own pair of shining irises blinked at me before they closed as she leaned in for one more kiss. Putting a hand on her face I kissed her delicate pink lips as tenderly as I could before she pulled away and walked off to the bathroom wrapped up in on of my sheets.

Sighing, I put my arms behind my head and stretched my still sleepy muscles. Looking where she had left, I began to think about the past summer…

After Voldemort had been taken care of and life had slowed down, I almost began to feel what normality really felt like. Finally being able to move out of Uncle Vernon's and Aunt Petunia's for good, I had found myself a decent flat in downtown London and begun to finish my Auror training independently, even though many claimed it was unnecessary, I didn't want people to think I had gotten in by default. Even if Voldemort was gone, Aurors were still definitely needed. Once the Ministry of Magic got back in order, recruiting began and I became an Auror. I started a real life.

As for my friends, Ron had taken up the business of an Auror as well, but part of him didn't really seem to fit in as well. It was almost like his brain was elsewhere, possibly along the lines of Quidditch. Ever since he had been the Keeper for Gryffindor, I knew it was always in the back of his mind to play professionally, but I never really knew what went on in his head. Though, he too ended up in London with me in my flat, but by the end of summer, he had gotten enough money saved up for his own place with Hermione. Hermione was one who actually followed different footsteps then our own. She looked at Auror work for a while, but finally decided to work for others. Signed up for training at St. Mungos that next week and became a Healer. I thought it to be a family gene, her parents being dentists after all, but in a way, it was amazing that she chose to help others in the end. Something she knew she did best. However, it seemed that there was one thing that needed serious help that she couldn't provide her services to, Her and Ron's relationship. Sure they loved each other like crazy, but I believed they almost got along better when they were friends. They fought about everything. Flats, dinner, sex… Everything. The saying 'opposites attract' is a dead on explanation for them. Ron seemed to handle it the best. Having a disorganized life ever since he was born was probably the aid here, but for 'Mione, I wasn't sure what she wanted. I figured she would just have dealt with it, but this new Hermione that had developed was far from just giving into what she didn't want.

She had just seemed to keep surprising me that summer. Especially when she moved out of Ron's and her flat to get her own after they fought over the placement of a portait of Ron's Great Aunt Tessy. But, they continued to stay together even though they had had such a strong disagreement. Maybe that was just proof that they could survive everything. Even Great Aunt Tessy… Though, I couldn't be certain… Things were still rocky.

As for Ginny and I. Things were, perfect. She had been in London for the entire break and I had been with her for most of that time. I knew I couldn't have asked for anything else. I didn't want to.

But, when I began to think of the year ahead, I knew things were going to change. I had put it off for the past three months, but I knew I couldn't anymore.

The distance could change things.

A new year could change things.

I wasn't sure I was ready for change when I had just finally adapted to something new. Something perfect that was going to be gone after another hour.

"Harry!" Ginny shouted at the sight of me still in bed as she walked back into the room with her hair wet and wrapped up in a towel. "Come on. We don't have much time." Bending down to the ground she retrieved her clothes scattered around the room.

"Yeah, course. Sorry Gin." I then forced myself out of bed and into a pair of jeans on the floor. Getting to my feet, I walked over to her and took her into my arms from behind.

"You make everything harder don't you?" she turned around in my grasp and looked up at me. Her face softened and my favorite smile returned. "I love you." she breathed out.

A rare event. Ginny hardly said anything until she had meant it and love had not been the case for us yet. At least out loud.

I love you too. I thought.

I wanted to say it automatically. I had planned to before, but… It just didn't want to come out. Her eyes became anxious as the delay became longer and longer.

"I…"

Pause.

What was wrong with me?

Just say it! My mind demanded.

"I love you too." I blurted out. It caught her off guard and she seemed unpleased. "I'm sorry… Let me try that again." I took a breath and looked into her eyes. "I love you Ginny Weasley." I said.

Smiling, Ginny seemed pleased now, for she kissed me before trotting off to the bathroom with her clothes in had.

"Get dressed!" she called back before shutting the door.

When the door shut, it rang throught the hollowness in my stomach. I sunk down to the end of my bed and sat down feeling like I wanted to vomit.

Why couldn't I say it? I thought. I know I love her. I know I do.

My brain went on a rampage thinking over and over, but to be honest, I wasn't really sure…

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