Two months later…

Dear Harry,

Valentine's Day is coming up and Hogwarts couldn't possibly get more unbearable. All I see are couples snogging in the corridors and then there's Hermione and I who are awkwardly trying to pass it all. Plus, Slughorn invited us to the Valentine's Day Ball for Slug Club members only. Hermione and I are again going to be the awkward ones with no one to spend it with. If only you were here with us. Actually, I wish both of you two were here with us so that Ronald can keep Hermione busy. DID YOU JUST SEE WHAT I WROTE? Ronald? I'm calling him Ronald. That's a Hermione thing! Hopefully your Valentines Day is going okay. I just can't wait for the stupid holiday to be over with. But, I'm expecting you to make it up for me next year.

Love,

Ginny Weasley.

Dear Ginny,

I'm sorry to hear your suffering through the holiday. If you think you got it worse think again. I've officially claimed that Robinson has gone mad. He dresses in pink auror robes every morning. I didn't even think that they came in pink! And then he just throws chocolates into everyone's cubicle. He's acting like he's bloody cupid too. He made two other aurors get together and eat dinner…alone. Worst part is that they're both boys…see what I mean by mad? I asked around and apparently he's like this every Valentine's Day but, no one knows why. I think it's because he is supposed to be apart of a mental institution, but Ron thinks that he's somehow taken some of Luna's Wrackspurts potion. But I don't think he knows Luna maybe he knows Rolf. Have fun at Slughorn's party. I am so glad I don't need to attend any of those anymore. Yet I think what ruined them for me was the fact that you were always dressed perfectly and I couldn't come near you without making a fool of myself. I know you're laughing at me right now but it's true. Have fun with Valentine's Day.

Love,

Harry James Potter

Auror

Another Two Months Later…

Dear Harry,

I hate how we're not allowed to come home for Easter as a seventh year. This is when the big review comes out for our stupid exams. The exams that I don't even think are worth my time. I wish I was you and just blow off school, but that's what I get with having an overprotective mother. I told McGonagall that I wanted to become a professional Quidditch player but she told me that it's safe to have an educational background in case I become injured of some sort or when I get too old to play. But Gwenog Jones is pretty old and she's still playing for the Holyhead Harpies. I just don't get it. You better send me a Chocolate Easter egg. I don't think I'll make it without one. Not that the house elves are doing badly, but I miss the things Mum makes us. Like the chocolate eggs and her Treacle tart. She puts extra sugar in it and Hogwarts puts a bit less so the kids don't get too pudgy. Which I totally agree with them. Some of the first years are a little bit on the Chubby Bunny side. Anyway, you enjoy your holiday off. I'll just sit here and mope about how I'm spending my usual Easter break time studying and cramming useless information in my mind, let the grey hairs start growing out of my hair and let the bags start to form under my eyes. I just had to fluff my pillow for a moment…I wonder why…Oh WAIT, I know why. It's because it's not my pillow from the Burrow. Can my life get any worse?

Love,

Ginny Weasley.

Dear Ginny,

Read this letter before you open the package attached. You said you're having trouble at school so I decided to give this to you. Maybe you can cross one thing off your stress list.

Love,

Harry James Potter

Auror

Ginny placed the letter down on the table and slowly unwrapped the package. There it was; her pillow from the Burrow.

Dear Harry,

Very funny.

Love,

Ginny Weasley.

The last week of school…

Dear Harry,

I can't believe that this is my last week of school. The exams are over but I still have the nervous feeling in my chest. I think I know why though. It's all coming to a close. A huge chapter of my life is closing. I wish it wasn't but it is. I won't be able to return here like I always do. September first will just turn into another day. I mean, I wish it lasted longer. Then again, I wish it hadn't. Let's think, my first year sucked because of the diary. My second year was okay. I didn't have many friends once word got out that the drama of the year before was my fault. Third year was nerve racking because I thought that you were most definitely going to die. Fourth year was hard because I watched you snog Cho, and I let Hermione talk me into forgetting about you. Fifth year started out bad then turned out to be the best. I started out with the worst possible boyfriend imaginable but luckily for me that's what finally made you open your eyes. But I have to admit, with every good thing comes a bad and you dumped me at Dumbledore's funeral. This also sucked because that was the first time I was the dumpy and not the dumper. I know, I know, selfish. Then sixth year…I'm not even going to elaborate on that. And then this year stunk because you weren't here with me and I was the one who had to follow Hermione's study schedule. I still don't know how Ron and you did it for six years. I just barely made it through a year, and I'm usually a good student. Slughorn talked to Gwenog Jones and she wants to have a one on one session with me two weeks after I get out of this place. AS IN SHE WANTS TO SEE ME! This could be life changing, Harry! But while my excitement brews my sadness appears. I'm not sure if I'm ready to be the grown up in situations. I'm not sure if I truly am ready to take care of myself. And it's not even money that's a problem, it's everything else. I guess you had thoughts like these after you decided not to return to Hogwarts. I'm happy I get to see you but, not leave you again. I'm excited that I'll be there twenty four seven and not miss a single one of George's jokes, Percy's clever arguments, Ron's complaint for food, Mum's nags about sitting up, Dad's scolds for language, the Ghoul's groans, Hermione's nags about me not studying, Your kisses. I can't wait to see you. Keep Pig with you. They told us to send one letter and not have any replies that way they won't have to track down owners of owls. This week will go by fast yet slowly and I'll miss you throughout it but, for the time being, let me just make it through.

Love,

Ginny Weasley.

A/N: And it's done. I hope you liked the story. This was my first story to my nineteen years series. The next story will be called As Time Flies By. It will be the next course of life for Harry and Ginny. Not to forget Ron and Hermione of course. Thank you to all the readers and followers to this story. Without you, i don't think this story would have made it this far. You all should take part of the credit! Please review this story! I'm starting on the next right now! But, for the time being, HinnyandRomione4ever is signing off. :)