Once again, thank you all so much for your Story Alerts and Favorites! I would still love to get some more reviews but I'm just glad you're reading. I would love suggestions as to what should happen next in the story, though.

I am SO sorry it took me sooo long to update: haha, I know I'm the one who's like "I'll always update quickly!" Well, lately I have just had waaaay more homework than usual. I'm so sorry!

As promised, this chapter is mostly about Harry and Ginny, as will the next one. Enjoy!

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Ginny woke up with the sunlight pouring in her window, illuminating the cramped bedroom. Hermione's cot was empty in the corner. Ginny stretched, yawned, and nuzzled herself deeper into the crook between pillows and snuggled deeper into the blankets...

The door creaked open, then shut again. Hermione, Ginny thought, sinking deeper into her mattress, willing herself to doze off again.

But Ginny was somewhat surprised when the person she thought to be Hermione planted a soft kiss on her temple –

"Harry!"

Ginny spun her head around and kissed him swiftly, pulling away after a moment and smiling at the lanky black-haired man leaning over her.

"Morning," said Harry with a big smile.

"Morning," said Ginny, pulling his face to hers again. Harry lowered himself on top of her, and they kissed and kissed, enjoying their time with each other.

Ginny smiled as her lips moved in synchronization with his; every moment she spent with him was like a vacation. She couldn't get enough. She wanted to always have his hands entwined in her hair, or cupping her cheek, or on the small of her back...Harry's shirt was off, Ginny's was being thrown to the floor...her shorts were being slid off her thin waist...

"Wait," said Ginny suddenly, pulling away with wide eyes. "Harry...wait."

Harry nodded as Ginny slid into fetal position next to him. "I'm sorry," he said, sitting up and crossing his arms.

"No," Ginny said quietly, "I mean...you know I love you, right?"

Harry looked down, then smiled, turned back, and nodded.

"Don't feel hurt just because I want to. I'm just...not ready yet. Is that okay?"

Honestly, Harry couldn't help but feel a little bit rejected...unwanted...but it was Ginny, and he knew she loved him. So he smiled, leaned in to kiss her forehead, and pulled away, motioning to the empty cot.

"Where's Hermione?"

Ginny, brow furrowed, and asked, "She wasn't downstairs?"

"No," said Harry.

"Now that I think about it, I never heard her come home last night either."

Harry exclaimed suddenly, "Ron wasn't there when I woke up, or went to bed."

Harry chuckled. Ginny looked mortified.

Hermione had lost her virginity before her. Ginny naturally always wanted to be first and best at everything – but sex? And she had just said no...

Harry laughed and kissed her forehead. After a minute he spoke quietly.

"I really can't wait for the rest of our lives, Gin. I can't wait to spend it with you. I really can't."

Ginny grinned and kissed him before standing up and walking to her dresser. Harry tried to avert his eyes, but your beautiful girlfriend changing in front of you wasn't something that you wanted to look away from.

"Let's go to Diagon Alley."

Ginny turned around, pulling a sweatshirt on over her t-shirt. "Diagon Alley? To do what?"

"We'll leave in a couple hours, get some dinner, and book a room at the Leaky Cauldron," said Harry with a smile. "It'll be like a little vacation."

Ginny smiled and ran up to him, giving him a kiss. "That sounds perfect."

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At four o'clock they were huddled together in the fireplace, and with a shout of "The Leaky Cauldron!" they had arrived in Diagon Alley.

The afternoon was spent popping into shops, the most frequent being Quality Quidditch Supplies where Harry was hopelessly eyeing the newest Firebolt model. Hand in hand they walked leisurely, only picking up their stride when photographers would yell their names or attempt to snap pictures. Then Ginny and Harry would tighten their grip on each others' hands, laugh to each other at their newfound fame, and hurry into the nearest shop.

They finally returned to the Leaky Cauldron around six to get dinner, laughing at the mediocre food and enjoying the noisy, busy atmosphere. They talked about Hogwarts, what they missed, and what Ginny was dreading to see again, what they would do in their last weeks together, and what Harry planned to do next.

"Auror training?"

"Maybe."

"Lawyer?"

"Yeah right."

"Minister of Magic?"

Harry laughed out loud at that one, but Ginny rolled her eyes at his reaction. "Please, Harry, you defeated Voldemort and saved the Wizarding World. You don't think it's possible?"

Harry shook his head. "Like Dumbledore, that job just isn't for me, Gin."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You done?" she asked, gesturing to their empty plates.

"I think I am."

"Well," she said with a big smile, standing up from their table with a flourish, "I'm going to go get us ice cream, and I'll meet you back at the room."

Ginny smiled as she made her way to Florean Fortescue's. The starry night was indigo before her, illuminated by the yellow streetlamps either side of the cobblestone street.

The little bell rang as she opened the door, but the rows of ice cream were obscured by a girl with bushy brown hair and a petite figure. She turned around and gave a surprised smile.

"Hermione?!"