Dear Ginny,

It's been a week since we saw each other at Hogsmeade and I already miss you desperately. You seemed very irritated about the fan mail. Just to make sure you knew, none of those girls mean anything to me. You're the only fan girl who will ever be called mine. Hopefully classes are going well for you. Auror training is starting to lighten up for me. Even though it's been a week since we started. The whole fan mail thing started to get old and Robinson isn't reading them any more. He gives them to me and then I throw them away. But now the only thing that makes auror training less enjoyable is the long days and the less time to write to you. Again please forgive me for taking so long to write to you and probably even longer to respond. But hey things are starting to finally look up.

Please write back,

Harry James Potter.


Ginny was surprised that Harry caught on about her discomfort towards the letters. And even more surprised that the jokes about it was getting old. The next Hogsmeade weekend was going to be in two weeks and Ginny couldn't wait any longer. Soon Quidditch matches would start up and Harry could come to those. He might even bring Ron so Hermione wouldn't be so lonely. But for right now, all Ginny could do was write Harry back.


Dear Harry,

Thanks for picking up my problem with those stupid fan girls. You really did assure me that you love me in that letter. Now it's my turn to reassure you that you're my one and only hero. The whole name thing at Hogsmeade was just a joke. I knew it was going to be you, I just wanted to see what you're reaction would be if I played all those tricks. The next trip is in three weeks. I really would love it if you could come to it. Don't worry I'll be sure to remember it's you that's coming. Now that Hermione pointed out that I talk to her too much during Herbology and History of Magic, I decided to talk to her way more than I did before. Just to annoy her. I think that's probably the only thing I'm good at these days. But its fun for the time being.

Write back,

Ginny Molly Weasley.


It had been three weeks since Ginny wrote to Harry. Three weeks since he read the letter. Three weeks since the assurance that Harry loved Ginny had left her. Harry didn't respond to her letter. Did I offend him in some way? What if he's hurt? No, he said he wouldn't leave without a proper goodbye. He must be busy or something. Or this is just his plan to surprise me more at Hogsmeade. Ginny couldn't stop the thoughts from running through her head. But what if Harry actually listened to one of those fan mails? What if Harry found someone else? The stopping of letters was so sudden. Only a sane person would jump to conclusions. That must mean Ginny was sane. Hermione and Ginny were getting dressed to go to Hogsmeade this afternoon.

"Ginny, you've been really different for about two weeks. Can you please tell me what's bothering you?" Hermione finally asked easing the awkward silence that was present.

"Harry stopped writing to me. I don't know why. His last letter was all about how he loved me and that I'm the only fan girl that he would call his own. But then his letters just stopped. Has Ron written to you?" Hermione paused for a moment the nodded, "Well, how long ago was it?" Hermione hesitated for a moment. Her answer would decide whether one of her best friend would still be alive after the next time he saw his girlfriend.

"Ginny, listen. Ron wrote to me the other day. It was short and each sentence wasn't coherent with the last. In other words, he wasn't making much sense like he was distracted about something. Maybe he knows what's going on. He's coming today. He'd be able to answer your questions." Ginny nodded she was sure that she was probably just being superstitious about nothing.

The girls sat at the same table in the Three Broomsticks and talked about the same thing while waiting for the boys. But only a redhead showed up.

"Wow who is this pretty lady?" Ron said coming up to Hermione and kissing her cheek. Ginny groaned at Ron's try of being romantic. Hermione looked around and the smile disappeared off her face.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked Ron as he sat next to her. Ginny's attention was caught immediately. Ron suddenly turned paled and stiffened.

"Um, Harry isn't doing so well." Ron spoke slowly and sincerely. Ginny was the one who turned pale this time.

"What's wrong with him? He just suddenly stopped sending me letters."

"Well, Harry stopped talking to people during auror training. We have sent him invitations to family dinners. But he declined, saying he had too much auror homework. He started to work out and sit in the back of room during training. No one knows what's wrong with him…except me." Ginny couldn't believe her ears. Was Harry really turning into a drunk again? Was he going back into his depression?

"Well what is wrong with him?" Hermione asked with a little more force than how Ginny asked.

"I may have followed him after training once. He went out to muggle London and bought some more cigarettes. Then he went into a pub and drank a little. But he didn't get drunk; I think he's only drinking enough so that he won't get into any trouble with Robinson. I decided to talk to him about it after class the next day. I cornered him and asked some questions. He said that he can't help but refer back to his drinks and cigarettes now that Ginny is gone."

"He promised me that nothing was going to change. Obviously that git was lying to me. I need to go and talk to him! Do you think McGonagall would let me?" Ron shrugged.

"She's your headmistress you know her better than I do." Ginny nodded and got up.

"Wait, Ginny. Death eaters are still out there let me walk you up there. Hermione you can come along. It's just; Robinson said that we shouldn't let our guard down. Some death eaters might still want their revenge." Ginny nodded and all three of them started walking to Hogwarts castle. Ron and Hermione said goodbye to Ginny once they reached the gate. Ginny turned and waved goodbye to her brother and her best friend. She went straight to the gargoyle that led to the headmistress' office.

"Um, Dumbledore?" The gargoyle didn't budge.

"Um, Potter?" The gargoyle didn't budge.

"Victory?" The gargoyle started to twist open. A feeling of relief spread across Ginny's body. She got into the headmistress's office without a lot of hassle. That's good.

"Oh, Ms. Weasley. What do you need? Shouldn't you be at Hogsmeade with Ms. Granger?" Ginny nodded her head.

"I should be but Ron told me some disturbing news about Harry. I need to talk some sense into him." McGonagall tilted her head.

"Oh really and what would this news be? Don't tell me that Potter is going into another depression." McGonagall out her hand to her mouth is surprise when Ginny nodded to her question.

"Okay then pack your bags to stay there for a week. I want you to stay that long to ensure that Potter is okay. Then come back here and you can Floo to where you need to go." Ginny left the office with determination. She was going to get Harry out of this. She's done it twice before, so, she could do it again. By the time she packed her bags and came back to the office, McGonagall already had the Floo network up and running.

"Alright, because of school security it will only let one person Floo per day. So I trust you that you Floo to the right location." Ginny nodded she took a moment to remember Harry's address then it came to him. She stepped into the fireplace.

"Harry Potter's flat Bristol, England!" She yelled and Floo out of the office. Ginny shot out of a brick fireplace and into a gold and maroon colored room. She coughed at all the dust that rose from the fireplace. No one flooed here in a while. The kitchen light was on and lit the hallway. Ginny slowly walked towards the kitchen; she knew if she startled him it might end out bad for her. Finally, when the kitchen came into view, she saw a black haired man leaning on the counter, back facing her.

"Harry?" Ginny spoke quietly to make sure she didn't surprise him to much. Harry jumped as he heard him name being called. He hadn't spoken to anyone since Ron cornered him after training.

"Ginny?" He turned around and saw Ginny standing in his doorway.

"You weren't that thick to believe that I wouldn't find out about your little pub visits and night time smokes. Or maybe your distance from anyone and everyone. Or perhaps why you stopped sending letters. You weren't that thick to believe that you were going to get away with it either." Ginny was now leaning up against the doorway with her arms crossed. Harry didn't expect Ginny to know any of that. He was even more shocked that she would leave school to tell him off. "Oh, I forgot your not talking. Okay, well how about you just listen. I have been in love with you since I was little, you used to be completely oblivious to my existence and unless I'm going mad, I was the one to make the first move both times we got together. Now you sit here mull over why your life sucks and how the world should turn their back on you. But no matter how many drinks you drink or how many cigarettes you smoke nothing will change. Everyone will still try and talk to you. Harry do you even love me? Because I can't read you right now, you wrote me a letter about how you love and how I will be the only fan girl to call your own, and then you stop sending me letters. I don't understand." Ginny started to get more and more emotional with every word she said. She was close to tears by the end. Harry ran towards her and hugged her.

"Ginny, I do love you. From the bottom of my heart. But I just can't get my mind straight. I'm so sorry, Ginny. Please, please forgive me. I thought I could make it on my own and let you finish school with no worries, but it looks like I failed. I'm so sorry, Ginny." Harry was still hugging her and Ginny wasn't pulling away. She hadn't gotten this close to him since Hogsmeade.

"You promised me you'd be okay. Ron is worrying about you, but he covered for you. He told mum you had tons of homework or you're super tired. But he told me everything and I'm not going to let him cover for you anymore." Now Ginny was crying on Harry's shoulder. These last few months hit her hard and she seemed to be crying more than she ever had. Ginny Weasley was not a crier. She was tough and strong. If she was crying that meant something hit her hard.

"I'm sorry I broke my promise. I'm so sorry that I worried everyone. I'm sorry that the letters stopped. I'm just sorry." Harry pulled back to see how Ginny looked. She looked up at him and wiped a tear away.

"Are you going to fix it? Are you going to change? Are you going stop?" Harry hesitated for a moment. He knew he could stop drinking anytime but smoking was a different story.

"I don't know, Ginny. I'll try but smoking is hard to stop. It's too addicting." Ginny's expression turned cold. But then something clicked. She started look anxious about something. Something that Harry couldn't figure out. She went on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. It was the most passionate kiss they ever had until then. She loved him and he loved her. They both wanted desperately to spend the rest of their lives together but they were afraid that the other wouldn't want that. Or it would be too overwhelming for them to think about. Ginny slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. But then she pulled back coughing. "What's wrong, Gin?"

"When was the last time you smoked?" Ginny said wiping her mouth.

"An hour ago. Maybe less." Harry was disappointed with his answer. He wished he could say that the last time he smoked was back in May, during his first depression. But he had to tell her the truth.

"I can tell. That was disgusting. Maybe you should brush your teeth twenty times." She said pointing to the stairwell. Harry nodded and let go of her. He wanted to stay there with her more than anything but she insisted that he go brush his teeth. "And Harry, don't take too long." She said smiling. Her smile was contagious. She always knew how to make him smile too. It literally was just if she smiled, he smiled. It was a sign of true love. Harry quickly got to his bathroom and brushed his teeth as best as he could. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed his face was stubbly with unwanted stubble. He was just about to go downstairs when Ginny called out, "Oh, and shave your face!" Harry chuckled to himself. He went back to his sink and started to shave his face. By the time he finished, Ginny was sitting on his sofa with a butter beer in her hand.

"I see you found where I keep the butter beer." Harry said as he sat next to her.

"Yeah, I also found where you keep your liquor and your cigarettes. Oh and also those little ash trays you have so you can smoke in the house. Yes, Harry, I found everything."

"Sorry."

"It's alright. Tomorrow I'll help you get rid of your booze and I'll make a deal with you about those stupid cigarettes."

"Wait, you'll be here tomorrow?" Ginny nodded.

"Actually, I'll be here for a week to sort you out. McGonagall let me come here but she said that she doesn't want me to leave until I'm absolutely sure your in the right mind set."

"Well, where will you be staying?"

"Here of course. My mum doesn't have to know that I left Hogwarts, you know."

"But Ron knows, therefore he will tell your mum and I will lose body parts."

"Who said anything about that?"

"No one. But I know your brother's will jump to conclusions."

"And I'll tell them I want kids some day…" Ginny clapped her hand over her mouth and looked away from him. He wasn't supposed to hear that. She really needed to learn self control.

"What did you say?" Harry asked with a hopeful expression. He thought he was just dreaming for a second. He wanted to spend his life with Ginny and if she said what he thought she said, then she just made him a very happy man.

"I didn't say anything." Ginny said guiltily.

"No, did you just say. You want kids, in context with me?" Harry now was smiling as Ginny turned to look into his eyes.

"Why? Are you okay with hearing that?" Harry's smile grew larger and Ginny's face returned back to its normal color. She put down her butter beer on a coaster and wrapped her arms around his neck once more. They kissed and kissed and kissed but when they pulled apart, Ginny wore a worried face. "Harry, I love you. You know that. But I sort of want to wait until I'm out of Hogwarts until we…you know…" Harry nodded.

"Yeah, I understand. I can wait a million years. As long as you're still mine then all that doesn't matter to me." Ginny snuggled into Harry's chest and stayed there. They lay down on the sofa like they had a little over two months ago. "I love you, Ginny Weasley."

"I love you too, Harry Potter." They fell asleep in each other's arms.

A/N: Hopefully that was fluffy enough for you Hinny lovers. Will we ever figure out why Harry fell into another depression? Maybe. PLEASE Review and Follow this story, if you liked it! Thanks :)