Me: Hello again readers. DON"T KILL ME! Once again, soooooooooooooooo sorry that I didn't post when I said I would…my bad…well, my computer's bad, actually. I had this completely written out, and when I saved it, it only saved like, one-quarter of it! I was so peeved! So, I kinda went on a strike from my computer to protest…bad idea, cause then I got completely behind on my writing. Not good. I hope this chapter lives up to your standards.

Mercy4.8: HEY! Why didn't you give me any credit for the last chapter?

Me: Sorry, I was kinda tired. It was after 3am!

Mercy4.8: Well then, give me credit now!

Harry: Yeah, give the pretty girl her credit!

Ginny: Excuse me?

Harry: Oh, Ginny…er…I didn't see you there…

Ginny: Of course you didn't. –evil eyes–

Me: A N Y W A Y…My friend Mercy gave me the idea of writing about Ginny and Harry –

Harry: THANK YOU!

Ginny: Well, at least now I know you're not out to steal my man…

Mercy4.8: Er...I think it's your man that's out to steal me...

Harry: WHAT? I would do no such thing! –winks at Mercy–

Me: –mutters– I'm surrounded by idiots…

ALL: WHAT?

Mercy4.8: Is that any way to treat a friend?

Me: What friend? –Mercy gives me evil eyes– –I smile sheepishly– Kidding! On with the story! I don't own anything that you recognize from either chapter. Please read. Oh! And special thanks to my reviewers: spazza13 and x-shadow-x-kisses-x and Mols1891.

Anonymous Reviewer:
Mols1891: It was very obvious that the A/N's made you hyper just by reading your review. I hope you like this chapter.

10 months later:

After Harry Potter became the Savior of the Wizarding World, the World became safe once again. All of the innocent prisoners were taken out of Azkaban, with the guilty ones taking their place. It was no longer necessary to live in constant fear for your life. Those who went into hiding were finally allowed to come back out and go back to their house...if it wasn't destroyed. The Weasley's were one of those families.

They left from Aunt Muriel's house so fast that no one had a chance to say goodbye. (Besides Muriel, who's complaining?) Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, Percy, George and Ginny apparated back to The Burrow, memories of The Final Battle still fresh in their minds. Once they were all able to breathe again, they looked around and took in their surroundings. Mrs. Weasley was the first one to make a sound.

"MY HOUSE!" she yelled. "WHERE IS IT?"

"Mum? Mum. MUM!" screamed Ginny. "Mum, I can sense it. I can feel it. The house is still here. I think it's just hidden." With that said, she took out her wand, and mumbled a really long spell under her breath. Suddenly, The Burrow appeared. It was all the Weasley's could do to not scream. Their house was completely...there was no other word for it...beautiful. Someone had come and completely refurnished it.

"Do you think she'll like it?" Harry asked Hermione. "I mean, I did this all for her and I really want her to like it and I cleaned her room for her (even under her bed) and I hope she likes it because if she doesn't then I am going to have to– "

"HARRY!"

"Huh? Yes, Hermione, what is it?"

"You're rambling again."
"Oh" said Harry. "I am?" He looked to Hermione, where he saw her nod. "Okay then. I'll just shut up no–mmph!" Hermione's hand was over his mouth, quietly she whispered,
"Harry, the Weasley's are here! I felt the house become visible, Ginny knew the spell." When she said Ginny, Harry's face lit up. "We need to hide to surprise them, go now." Without another word, Harry ran off towards the nearest room, which just so happened to be the littlest Weasley's. Without a sound, he sat on her new bed and stared at the door, wishing for it to open and for the love of his life to walk in.

The Weasley's walked into their living room and noticed something that made them happier about the house being refurnished - they still had their old furniture. Everything was just cleaner and looked more as though George and Fred (A/N. May he rest in peace) hadn't gotten anywhere near it. Everyone was ecstatic, and couldn't wait to find out who did this, so they could thank them.

Mrs. Weasley then waved her wand, and the Hamster Dance came booming out of no where. With that, everybody except for Percy and Ginny started dancing and going crazy. At least, until Mrs. Weasley grabbed Percy and started square dancing with him and Mr. Weasley. Ginny was completely forgotten. Not that she minded, of course, it gave her time to see what her room looked like.

To get to her room, Ginny had to walk through the kitchen. As she neared the door, she heard a moan. She thought someone was hurt, so she yanked her wand out of her robes, and burst through the door.

"Ahhhhh!" She yelled. "My eyes!" Ginny had walked in on Ron and Hermione…making out…not a pretty picture when it is your youngest oldest brother and your best friend.

"Ginny," said Hermione, straightening herself up. "Er…do you like the house?" she asked.

"Er…" I was to busy watching Ron, who was redder than a ripe tomato in a cotton field.

"You could've knocked Ginny." He mumbled, still embarrassed.

"I guess I could've, but I didn't, did I?"

"Gin, why don't you go see your room?" said Hermione, stopping the argument she knew was coming. "I'm sure you'll like it."

"Yeah, I'll just go do that. I better not catch you two making out again, or I will take a picture." Ron's face became one of alarm, as Ginny turned on her heel and walked out the kitchen and towards her room.

Harry was twiddling his thumbs when he heard soft footsteps coming towards Ginny's room. They were pretty light, so he figured they were Ginny's, or so he hoped.

Carefully, the door opened, and in walked the one and only Ginny Weasley. The moment their eyes locked, they ran for each other, colliding in a fountain of bliss and lips.

When they finally broke apart, Harry kissed Ginny's forehead.

"I – thank you for the house, Harry. And this bedroom, it's absolutely amazing." Her room was completely redone. Her walls were blue, with pictures of her and her family, and a shelf above her bed. Her bed was a double (as always) and had a pretty polka-dotted green and blue comforter with matching pillows. To the left of her bed was a giant white dresser which had some of her Quidditch trophies and books and…could it be? The letter she wrote almost a year ago.

Slowly, Ginny let go of Harry. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out the letter. It had seemed like forever ago that she wrote it, but it was really only 10 months, yet so much had happened.

Lately, Ginny had been thinking of Harry a lot more these days, and after many sleepless nights thinking, she had come to the conclusion that she was head-over-heels in love with The-Boy-Who-Lived.

"Harry? I want you to read this letter. I was going to send it to you while you were hunting Horcruxes. But I never got the chance." She handed him the letter. He sat down on her bed to read it, and Ginny stood. While he was reading the letter, he was occasionally chuckling. It took him a total of 2 minutes and 6.76 seconds read my letter. Before he finished, I looked around my room. My Weird Sisters posters were still there, as was the poster of Gwenog Jones. Ahh…memories. Once Harry got to the end of my letter, he looked up at me.

"Ginny, is this last part true?" he asked, very quietly.

"Which part, Harry? I wrote that 10 months ago."

"The part where you say 'Harry James Potter, I lo–' but didn't finish. Were…were you going to say 'I love you'? Well, were you?" he asked, his voice getting a little louder.

I just nodded, looking away sheepishly.

"Then why didn't you finish it? Why didn't you finish writing?"

"Because the Death Eaters came to kill us…" I mumbled.

Suddenly, Ginny had the wind knocked out of her as Harry attacked her with a giant bear hug.

"Ginny, I love you so much, more than anything."

"I love you too, Harry." Their lips met…

BAM!

The door burst open, causing Ginny and Harry to jump apart, as though electrocuted. How many times will this happen? Both Harry and Ginny asked themselves.

"And you had the nerve to scold us, Gin!" said Ron, glad to find some blackmail. Mrs. Weasley broke down sobbing, and ran towards Ginny.

"My baby girl! All grown up and sn–snogging! I…am…so…happy!"

Everyone just staired at her.

"Sooooo…" said George, breaking the silence. "When's the wedding?" he asks, taking out a notebook that clearly has the label: Weasley's Wizarding Weddings stamped to the front.

"Thanks for reminding me George." Harry got down on one knee, in front of the entire Weasley clan and Hermione, and asked Ginny, "Gin, will you marry me?"

She choked down a sob. "Yes, Harry, yes." And he slipped the ring onto her finger. It was silver with a large diamond, with twists of smaller diamonds.

George was so happy for his little sister, but also for himself. He got to take pictures of Harry Potter's engagement, for goodness sakes! He would be rich! Not that money matters, though…right?

Ginny's Bedroom: http : / / www . greatinteriordesign . com / wp - content / uploads / 2009 / 07 / blue - teen - room - design - for - girls . jpg

Ginny's Engagement Ring: http : / / robbinsbros . files . wordpress . com / 2009 / 12 / tacori - engagement - ring . jpg

A/N. I know it's short! Only 1,962 words! Sorry! But I will do an epilogue. I won't do a wedding, but I will do stuff about their children, like 10, 20, maybe 19 years into the future. Expect that in less than a week and a half, the earliest probably being July 13 or 14. Please press the little green button and tell me what you thought! :)