The Untold Story Of Harry and Ginny

Part 14

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Ginny and Harry walked up all the way to where Harry was staying. Ginny was amazed when she walked in.

"So this is what your life will like when you're here. Lucky," she added.

"I won't be that lucky if I don't get to see you as much," he said and sat on one of the couches. She followed him and sat next to him.

"Things were just getting to be right," sighed Ginny. She rested her head on Harry's shoulder. Harry put an arm around her and buried his face in her hair.

"I know. We'll be there by the end of the school year. I promise," Harry whispered. Ginny didn't reply to this. She'd already heard it enough. Although Harry had already experienced something he was thinking about, he asked her.

"Do you want to stay here?" he wondered. He knew from his last experience that Ginny could almost never sleep without him. And even though she was deeply hurt the last time, they both needed each other at this point.

Ginny nodded and stood up going into the bedroom with her head down leaving Harry sitting on the couch. After a few moments, Harry got up and went into the bedroom. Ginny had her pajamas on. She had them transferred there apparently. She was turned towards the window sitting up on Harry's bed looking out the window. When she wasn't looking, Harry slipped out of his shirt and pants. Then he got in bed on the other side next to Ginny. She was still turned out the window.

"Why do look out the window so much?" Harry wondered. Ginny sighed a long sigh and turned around to him.

"I guess I just feel like I can be alone if I do. Plus I'm wondering what's going on back at home," she answered and got in bed, looking up at the ceiling. Harry scooted closer to her, now blocking her vision on the ceiling. She looked into his eyes and he looked back into hers.

"We'll get through this," Harry said as he hovered over her. "I know we will." Ginny smiled faintly but it vanished quickly. Her hand reached up behind his neck and brought his face to hers. She kissed him softly. Harry stroked her cheek softly, wanting to keep her in this exact position forever with him right there. He kissed her back softly but for a long time. Ginny wished the same thing; that they would never leave this spot forever, wanting to be with him as long as she lives.

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Lives at home were the same, but not all the same. Parvati came over a lot more (thanks to Ron) and it was nice for Hermione to talk to another girl her age other than Molly. Ron and Hermione were just like they used to be their third year in Hogwarts: the best of friends. But Parvati and Ron weren't the only ones Hermione hung around with. George was Hermione's main priority, as it seemed to be. They would do almost everything together. Angelina hadn't talked to George in a really long time, and he wondered a little bit about her, but not too much.

"Have you talked to Angelina recently?" Hermione wondered as George and her were walking around the Weasley garden. George looked down at her and shook his head.

"Not in a long time," he responded. "Why the sudden interest?"

Hermione shrugged and they kept walking.

"Can I ask you something?" George inquired.

"Since when have you ever asked a question to ask a question?" Hermione wondered, thinking if that even made sense.

"Okay then," George said. They were coming upon a bench in the garden ad they both sat on it.

"Would you marry me?" he wondered. Hermione's eyebrows furrowed but at the same time a smile appeared on her face.

"Why are you asking me this now? I'm only eighteen," she added.

"But I'm not! I'm twenty!" he exclaimed. "And I'm not asking you to I was just wondering." Hermione smirked.

"I'm sure you were," she muttered. George laughed.

"Just answer the question!" he begged her. Hermione exhaled and looked at George.

"Yes. I would," she replied. George smiled and kissed her quickly.

"Okay that's all I needed to know," he said and offered her a hand. "M'lady."

Hermione laughed and took his hand. Then they walked through the garden some more talking and laughing. Parvati and Ron were looking out the window at them.

"They seem so happy," Parvati commented, smiling at them. She turned back to Ron.

"I know. I haven't seen her like this in a long time. She must really like him," he said. It didn't bother him to talk about Hermione, even though she did move onto her brother now. That made him feel good.

It was starting to get a little darker outside in the garden and George and Hermione turned around to go back inside.

"You don't really seem like yourself anymore," Hermione remarked looking up at him. He return the look back down at her.

"Well if you want me to go back-" George began raising his hands in mock surrender.

"I never said I didn't like it," Hermione interrupted, stopping in her tracks, stopping George as well.

"Well, I guess I'm just being romantic," George said. Hermione laughed once.

"You could never be romantic, George," Hermione laughed more. George's mouth dropped open.

"I can try!" he exclaimed.

"You can try, but that doesn't mean you'll succeed," Hermione said. George sighed a long sigh.

"And well…" George began again, "I guess I haven't been as funny as I used to be since…well…you know…" Hermione looked up at him and put her hand on his arm.

"You'll be okay," she mumbled. And with that, he leaned down at kissed her softly, she kissing him back. After a few moments, they parted from each other's lips and stayed in the same position their faces touching. They walked into the house once they figured it was getting too dark. Ron said his goodbyes to Parvati as well as Hermione and they bid each other a goodnight, walking up the steps of the Weasley house.

A:N/ SORRY! I am SO sorry I didn't write this story in a really long time! I was extremely busy. Anyways, I hope you like it and as always REVEIW! Again, I won't update this story till I get at least 45 reviews!