Here's another chapter. I wasn't going to post but I started and got on a roll. Let me know what you think!

"What do you mean you're going with her!?" Ginny yelled.

"You heard me!" Ron replied, starting to get agitated.

"Well, you can't just go off and leave us to…" Harry took hold of her shoulder, stopping her from saying more.

Hermione looked at her wearily. "Ginny, I know this is asking a lot, and I know you want us to all stay together…but I just…"

"Need him." Ginny exhaled calmly. "I understand, really. And it all reality it's better for both of you to go just in case anything happens. I'm sorry everything just keeps stressing me out. I don't mean to take it out on any of you." Both girls hugged. Then, a knock came at the door.

"That must be Kingsley. Ready to go?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione.

They both nodded and all four of them went towards the door. Kingsley greeted them all and guided them out past the big hill in the backyard of the burrow. Sitting in the grass was an old rusty milk bucket.

"This is it, right here." Kingsley announced, pointing to it. "Are you ready? It may take longer than your average portkey, but we'll be tracking your arrival time so we'll know if you need any assistance."

"Thanks, Kingsley." Ron told him. And with that, the newly instated minister disapparated.

"Well, I guess this is it." Hermione said.

The four exchanged hugs and said their goodbyes. Hermione and Ron took hold of the bucket.

"Owl us as soon as you know anything!" Ginny called. That was the last thing they heard before they were gone.

"Well," Harry started, taking Ginny's hand. "Now we wait. Shall we go?"

They walked slowly together back inside the safe and cozy house. Only about an hour went by before an unfamiliar owl landed on the kitchen table between Harry and Ginny, with a note in its beak. It was addressed to Harry. He took the note, rewarded the bird, and began to read aloud.

Harry,

I'm sorry to interrupt your rest and relaxation. Really I hate to ask this of you, but we're in need of you to come in and talk to some reporters. They wanted to get your perspective before anyone else's to dodge rumors and such. No telling with all that has taken place with this war. If you will, meet me in the lobby of the ministry of magicin ten minutes.

Mr. Weasley

"Well, I wasn't expecting to do anything so soon. But I guess it's inevitable." Harry said sounding indifferent. "I hate to leave you here practically all alone though, Gin." Stroking her hand.

"It's fine." Ginny answered quickly. "I'll just be here with mum. I don't imagine you'll be terribly long. Go ahead." Harry placed a quick kiss on her cheek, and he was gone. Ginny was alone now. It had never felt so quiet to her in the burrow. It was almost eerie. She couldn't sit down anymore. She walked up to her mother's door and peeked in.

"Mum…"

"Yes, dear? Is everything alright?"

"Oh yeah. It's just that Harry has gone to the ministry and I was going to go out and fly for a bit. Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine here. You go have a good time. But do be careful; and try to be back in time to help with dinner. I probably won't wait too much longer to start."

"Okay, I won't be long." With that, Ginny went down to the backyard and got her broom from the shed. She mounted it, and within an instant she was far gone. Her speed had gotten much better over the years. An instant weight was off her shoulders when she was up in the sky with the cool afternoon breeze on her face. Something about flying always put her at ease. Unfortunately it had to come to an end. After about an hour she touched back down and went to join her mother in the kitchen. Smells of a delicious meal were already floating about. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen whipping up something grand, nothing out of the ordinary. The only difference was, she was noticeably irritable. Which was completely understandable, but Ginny wasn't a fan of her mother taking out her frustrations on her. She had been patient but this kept going on.

"Ginny! I said you mustn't stir the stew like that! You're getting it everywhere, honestly."

"Bloody Hell, I'm so sorry!"

"You watch your tone with me young lady!"

Ginny dropped the spoon she had, and started stomping away. She had to get out of there. Her blood pressure was rising by the second.

"Stop right there! Don't you dare walk away from me. You know better than that, Ginerva!"

"Would you stop treating me like a damn child!? I'm sorry I can't stir correctly. Merlin forbid I screw up!"

"What has gotten in to you? You don't act like this."

"Really mother, you have to have a few ideas. How can you be so okay with acting normal? As if nothing happened!?" Ginny could feel herself tensing up more, and more. She couldn't lose control.

Mrs. Weasley was quiet now. She began softly. "I see. I know what this is all about; but Ginny, that's no excuse for your behavior. You have to deal with this in a healthy way."

"Oh yeah? Like what? Hiding away in my room all day, looking no one straight in the eyes? Or maybe I could take a page out of Dad's book and hide away at work. Although in my opinion, those aren't very good either."

"That'll be enough from you! I was just trying to help you. That's your problem; you won't let anyone help you, Ginny."

"Mum, stop suffocating me! I have to get out of here." She ran quickly out of the kitchen and went straight for the back door. Right before she was out, she heard someone.

"Ginny?"

"Harry…" she said breathlessly. "Uh…I'm...I'm sorry." Without another look back she was gone.

Harry was completely thrown off and had no idea what had just happened. He had just returned from the ministry when he heard the end of the argument. Slowly, he edged inside the kitchen to hear Mrs. Weasley sniffing.

"Um…Mrs. Weasley?"

"Oh Harry," She wiped her tears away. "I'm sorry if you heard that. Ginny isn't usually like that, you know? I believe she's having a particularly hard time with all this."

"It's completely understandable…" He tried to comfort her with a hug. "We all mourn differently."

"Perhaps you could talk to her. She listens to you, Harry."

"I could try."

"She'll probably be out by the pond. That's where she likes to sit and think. Dinner will be ready by the time you come back." She stroked his cheek and smiled weakly.

Harry made his way outside. It was getting dark rather quickly. The closer he got to the pond, the more Ginny came into view. She was sitting cross-legged, throwing stones into the water.

"You know what they say; throwing stones is good for you." Harry began, trying to lighten the mood with a joke. Ginny didn't turn to look at him but spoke anyway.

"Nice try."

Harry sat down next to her now. "It's peaceful out here, yeah?"

"It was at a point. I'm not so sure now. Look, I'm sorry you had to see that. I didn't mean for it to turn into an argument but I just…lost control. I felt like I was on pins and needles about to explode. It's like I have to walk on egg shells around here."

"I get it…you were just…"

"Being a complete prat." Ginny said flatly.

"Well, I wasn't going to say that."

"But it's true. I was. I don't know why, I'm just not good with this. Dealing with things in a 'healthy way'."

"Honestly, I'm not sure I am either. I've felt numb for the past day or so. It's like, what can you do? Now that everything is back to normal we're supposed to all of a sudden be okay? No. But I do think everyone is trying their best. Trying to make sure we all take it one day at a time…because that's really all we can do. It's not being asked of us to be one hundred percent better Ginny, but it is okay for us to take each day as its own. Once we make it through one, we can make it through them all." After Harry finished speaking, he heard Ginny. "Ginny…hey, are you crying? Oh come here." He wrapped her in a hug, bringing her head to his chest.

"Dammit Harry Potter…you're the only person that sees me cry." Harry laughed at this and stroked her hair.

"It's okay to fall apart once and a while. We have each other now and I'll never leave you again. I'm here for you always, Ginny." He stroked her hair out of her face softly and kissed her. To both of them, it felt amazing. To be kissing the one they loved gave them a sense if overwhelming euphoria that neither of them had felt in so long. Their lips moved together in perfect harmony. When it began to get more intense Harry stopped. Both of them resting their foreheads on the other.

"Harry?" Ginny said between breaths.

"Yeah?"

"Remember the summer after your first year when you stayed her for a couple weeks and dad built us a club house?" Harry laughed at this.

"Oh yeah! That was fun. We all had a good time playing around in it. It sure beat the Dursley's."

"You know, it's still here. Right beyond that hill over there." Ginny said pointing to their left.

"Really?"

"Want to go take a look? I haven't been down there since. Could be good for memories sake."

"Let's go." He said, taking her hand and helping her up. They walked the short distance and saw the old clubhouse (shack is more like it) that they had all played in so long ago. Inside was a fireplace, a wizards chess board, and a couch. Nothing extravagant but they didn't need anything.

"Wow, me and Ron used to play for hours…I could never seem to beat him." Harry and Ginny both laughed as they sat down on the couch.

"It's crazy how long ago that was. You and Ron were twelve and I had just turned eleven."

"It really is mad. Those were simpler times if I had ever seen one. We were so happy and unaware."

"I miss it, I really do." Ginny said quietly, trying so hard to keep her tears from falling again but to no avail.

Harry took her in a deep hug once more and started to gently rock her back and forth. "Hey now…it's okay. We're not there anymore but we have so many good times ahead of us, I just know it."

"How can you be so sure?" she asked choking down her sobs.

"Because anytime I'm with you will be the best I can think of because I love you so much."

Ginny looked at him, and let go crashing her lips to his once more. Neither hesitated and began to kiss furiously. Such feelings of being safe and loved flooded them when they were together like this. They both could feel their bodies heating up in the moment. Ginny tore her mouth away from Harry's as he began softly kissing her neck.

"Harry…" she started, barely able to talk. "Do you remember when you said…each of us has our own way of dealing with this? And…how…we should all take time…to forget every once and a while? How sometimes….we need….to let go?"

"Mhm." Harry said quietly.

Ginny reluctantly stopped Harry and looked directly into his eyes. "I think you were right. And I think I'm finally ready to let go for a bit…and forget. I want you to help me, Harry. Will you help me forget? Just…for a little while." She kissed him deeply, pulling at his shirt. Harry knew what she was asking and froze.

"Ginny…I."

"It's okay Harry."

"But I have to be sure this is what you want. Are you absolutely sure?"

"I've never been more sure. You make me feel so loved and safe. When I'm with you it's almost as if none of it ever happened. This is what I want."

And with that, their night slipped into a peaceful oblivion.