Chapter 20: making decisions

"Harry, you really need to go to the store," said Ginny. She had been rummaging through his cabinets in an attempt to find something to eat. She turned to face Harry and leaned up against the counter.

"I know," said Harry, walking over and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you look in my shirt?" he asked, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh really?" she asked playfully.

"Uh huh," he said, bending down and kissing her neck and making her giggle.

"Harry," she said, mock scolding him. "I'm starving. Help me find something to eat."

"I think you might have to give that up as a bad job," said Harry. "I haven't been to the store since the last time you stayed over before you left for Holyhead."

"What have you been eating then?" asked Ginny.

"Takeout mostly," said Harry. "And I go to your mum and dad's a few nights a week for dinner."

Ginny laughed. "So this is what happens when I leave?" she said.

Harry grinned at her. "Maybe you shouldn't leave," he said.

Ginny hesitated for a moment before walking over and leaning on the opposite counter. "I've actually been thinking about that," she said slowly.

"Thinking about what?" asked Harry.

"Not leaving. Well, not living in Holyhead at least," she said.

"You mean, moving back in with your parents?" asked Harry.

"Not exactly. I was kind of thinking about getting my own flat or something. Something that's a bit closer to home. I could apparate or floo home every night," she said.

"I have a better idea," said Harry. "How about you move in here with me."

"I don't know Harry. Are you sure you would want me here all the time in your bachelor pad?" she asked.

"I think it's a brilliant idea," said Harry, taking her by the hand. "We could see each other all the time and not just on the weekends. I've been going crazy without you for the past week."

"That's a good point. The letter's aren't really enough," said Ginny. "And I wouldn't get hounded every night by Becca about what it's like to be dating you."

Harry's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"It's nothing," said Ginny. "The girl I'm rooming with is just completely obsessed with you."

"With me?" he asked.

"Yea. It's a bit annoying really," she said. "She wants to know everything about you and everything about our relationship."

"And what exactly have you been telling her?" he asked.

"Nothing," said Ginny. "It's none of her business. I really get what you were saying now about all of those reporters."

"That settles it then," said Harry. "You have to move in here."

"Oh yeah?" asked Ginny, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah. I'm a much less annoying roommate. I promise I'm not obsessed with Harry Potter," he said with a crooked grin. Ginny laughed.

"Well in that case," said Ginny playfully, walking over and wrapping her arms around his waist. "We better not let Harry potter know what we've been doing. I'm kinda dating him," she said.

Harry bent down and kissed her. "Won't say a word," he said. "So does this mean you'll move in with me?"

"Of course I will," she said. "There's only one problem."

"And what's that?" he asked.

"I've got to tell mum and dad."

"Ginevra Molly Weasley. What do you mean you're leaving Holyhead! I thought that's what you wanted."

"Mum, would you let me finish? I said I wanted to move to London. Not quit the team," said Ginny.

Molly crossed her arms over her chest. "Why would you want to move to London? I thought you were going to stay in Holyhead while you were playing," said Molly.

"I was mum. Harry asked me to move in with him," said Ginny, looking down and concentrating on her trainers.

Molly's legs gave out. Luckily the sofa was right behind her so she fell back onto it. "Move in with Harry?" she asked, shocked. "Are you sure?'

"Yes mum," said Ginny. She walked over and sat down on the sofa next to her mother. "I love him, mum. When I'm not around him . . . I just . . ." Ginny threw her arms up in exasperation. "I can't even describe it," she said.

"Ginny dear. This is a really big step. Are you sure you're ready for this?" asked Molly.

"Yes mum. I'm sure," said Ginny. "I'm not going to move in with him until after our first game."

"What do you think, Arthur?" asked Molly, looking over at her husband, who up to this point had remained silent.

"I think it's a great idea," he said. When Molly gave him a questioning look, he added, "They're of age, Molly. They don't need our permission. But they came here seeking our approval anyway. I don't see a problem with it."

Molly leaned over and engulfed her daughter in one of her famous bone crushing hugs. "My baby girl is growing up," she said between sobs.

"Mum," whined Ginny.

"You just wait. One day, you'll know," said Molly.

"What do you think is going on in there," asked Harry. He, Ron and Hermione were seated around the kitchen table, staring at the closed door leading into the sitting room.

"Well, mum's not shouting so that's a good sign," said Ron.

"You think?" asked Harry anxiously. When he and Ginny arrived at the Burrow, Ginny had taken her parents into the sitting room. They had been in there for the last half an hour.

"Although, when she gets really angry, she doesn't shout anymore. She gets really quiet," said Ron.

"Thanks," said Harry sarcastically.

"Ronald," scolded Hermione. "I'm sure everything will be fine, Harry," she said, turning to face him.

"They've been in there an awfully long time," said Harry, gazing at the closed door once more.

"Well, mum can't stop her," said Ron. "She is of age. She can move in with you if she wants no matter what mum says.'"

"Yeah. But we really want them to be okay with it," said Harry. "If they're not, she's going to stay in Holyhead."

"It'll be fine," said Hermione.

"But what if it's not?" said Harry. "What if they're not okay with it?"

"They will be Harry,"said Hermione, trying to reassure him.

Not even a moment later, Ginny came bursting through the door and into the kitchen. "They're okay with it!" she exclaimed, jumping into Harry's arms.

"Really?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes, really," said Arthur from the doorway. Harry walked over to him and shook his hand. "Thank you, sir," he said.

"No need to thank me," said Arthur. "I know you two are ready for this and I can tell how you feel about my daughter every time you look at her." Harry blushed.

"I do love her, Mr. Weasley," said Harry.

"I know, Harry. I know," said Arthur.

"Dinner will be ready in a bit," announced Molly.

"Come on you guys," said Ginny to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Let's go out in the garden for a bit." Ginny reached down and took Harry by the hand. One more week to get through, she thought to herself.

Later that evening, Harry and Ginny were cuddled up together on the sofa back at Harry's flat. "I can't believe I'll be living here in a week," said Ginny.

"I know," said Harry.

"Although, you do need to go to the store this week. I'm not going to live on takeout all the time," she said laughing.

"Yeah," said Harry, also laughing. "I guess you're right."

"So I guess we'll get my stuff after the game on Saturday. If that's okay with you that is," said Ginny.

"Yeah," said Harry. "Then we can go celebrate."

"Celebrate? What if we don't win?"

"Doesn't matter. It's your first professional game," said Harry.

"I know, I'm so excited," squealed Ginny excitedly, sitting up on the sofa.

Harry's face split into a huge grin. "I can't wait to see you play," he said. "Come on, let's go to bed early tonight."

"But I'm not tired," said Ginny.

"Neither am I," said Harry, standing up from the sofa and taking her by the hand to pull her to her feet. "But I won't get to see you til the weekend."

"And what exactly do you have in mind, Mr. Potter?" asked Ginny with a sly grin.

"You'll see," he said before dragging her down the hall and into the bedroom.

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