About a month after the Halloween Ball, Ginny found herself marching purposefully toward the Headmistress' office. She was steeling herself to do something she should have done ages ago. The last straw had been watching Harry struggle to stay awake while grading Defense Against the Dark Arts essays and finally casting a charm on himself to wake up every time he started to nod off. He was overloaded with responsibilities and something needed to be done. Ginny had tried to convince Harry to speak with McGonagall himself but he'd refused, stating that he could manage. The problem was he was just barely managing anymore. He was getting everything done but not at his usual standards. As she approached the stone gargoyles outside McGonagall's office, she drew in a deep breath and uttered the current password, "Black," before climbing the spiral stairs. She knocked briskly on the door and was surprised when she heard, "Come in, Miss Weasley."

Ginny entered the room and asked, "How did you know it was me?"

"One of many of the Headmistress' secrets," she replied with a smile. She gestured to one of the chairs before her desk and, as Ginny settled herself, asked, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm here on Harry's behalf," Ginny said, "He's too stubborn to come out and say that he needs some relief. He is overloaded with responsibilities and frankly, I'm concerned for his health. He's barely sleeping or eating. He feels like its his duty to be able to manage all of it and he'll be failing if he has to give some of it up but he is just one person…"

"I see your point, Miss Weasley," she interrupted kindly. "I've been keeping an eye on him the last couple days myself and coming to the same conclusion. I only worry that he'll feel like we don't have faith in his abilities if we simply remove some of his responsibility. I'd like for him to be a part of this discussion as well."

"Of course," Ginny said. "I just wanted to make you aware of the situation and get some conversation started. I'm sure that when we discuss this with Harry, if the opportunity to give up some of what is on his plate arises, he will not refuse."

"I'm just saying that we need to handle this with some grace and tact," McGonagall said. "How would you feel if Harry came to me on your behalf?"

Ginny thought for a moment before understanding what she was saying. "I would be upset at first; I mean, I can take care of myself. We need to make him understand that we are concerned about him and not that we think he can't handle it all."

"Exactly," Headmistress McGonagall agreed. "I'll take into consideration all of what Harry currently takes responsibility for, and you bring him by my office after your last class this afternoon, and we'll discuss it."

"Thank you so much," Ginny said.

"You're very welcome," she replied warmly. "It makes me happy to see the two of you already taking such good care of one another."

Ginny blushed and said, "Thanks," before heading back to the heads' dorms. She let herself into Harry and Ron's dorm through the study area and knocked gently on Harry's door before letting herself in.

"I'm in here," called Harry's voice through the open adjoining door to the bathroom.

Ginny leaned on the doorframe and watched him shaving in front of the mirror. His eyes looked weary and dark rings had appeared below them. He gave her a warm but tired smile in the mirror and said, "Good morning."

"What's so good about it," she countered. "You look exhausted."

"I'm fine," he said.

"You're not though," Ginny said. "You shouldn't have to put charms on yourself to make it through all your work."

Harry sighed and said, "If you are going to badger me some more to go and complain to McGonagall, you can just save your breath. I can manage."

"It's too late," Ginny said. "I just came from her office. I went and spoke to her about you. We're meeting with her this afternoon to discuss your responsibilities."

Ginny could see the anger flare in his eyes. McGonagall had been right. "You had no right to do that Ginevra. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can," Ginny replied softly. "But you're not doing a very good job of it lately and I'd prefer you didn't die of exhaustion just yet. I know you're angry with me…"

"You bet I'm angry," Harry yelled. "You don't think I can handle everything. How else, but angry, am I supposed to feel?"

Ginny started again, "I know you're angry with me but I'm worried about you. I know that you can handle everything but you aren't taking care of yourself. You're not sleeping and you're not eating enough. Please, let's meet with McGonagall and see what she can do to help."

"Are you sure that this isn't just you feeling neglected because I have a lot going on right now?" Harry asked roughly.

"That's not fair Harry, and you know it," Ginny spluttered. "You know I feel neglected but I would never go to McGonagall over just that. We only get a few minutes here and there but compared to last year, being away from you, its a dream and I take what I can get. Be honest with yourself Harry; when was the last proper meal you ate where you sat in the Great Hall and ate until you were full and when was the last day that you didn't use the time turner to squeeze everything in and when was the last night that you got more than four or five hours of sleep at a time? Are you happy living like this? It doesn't have to be this way. I didn't go to her because I don't think you can do it; because clearly you can. I went to her because you're going to make yourself sick if you keep doing it and I care about you."

Harry avoided her eyes in the mirror as he applied toothpaste to his brush. Before he jammed it into his mouth he said, "I'll think about it."

Ginny took that as her cue to leave. She hurried back through the study area and into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and let out a shaky breath. She couldn't remember Harry ever being this angry with her. As she packed the books she'd need for her classes into her bag, she heard a quiet knock on her door followed by Hermione's voice asking if she was okay.

Ginny opened the door and said, "I'll be fine. He'll calm down."

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"He's angry with me because I spoke to McGonagall on his behalf. He has too many responsibilities and he's not taking proper care of himself. He didn't take it so well. He seems to think that I did it because I'm feeling neglected or because I think he can't handle it all. I know he can handle it all, he is now, but he is going to make himself sick if he keeps it up. And I do feel neglected but, like I told him, I see him more now than I did last year and that is all that matters," Ginny explained.

"He'll come around," Hermione said, "I'm glad you said something. I was getting ready to if no one else did. He really isn't looking good these days. Want to go down to breakfast with Ron and me?"

"Sure," Ginny said.

Ginny sat across from Ron and Hermione who chattered to her ceaselessly while they ate. She knew they were trying to keep her spirits up but it wasn't helping. She hated having Harry angry at her. Part of her had hoped that he'd be relieved that she'd gone and spoken to McGonagall on his behalf. By looking at it from his perspective, she could understand his anger. She just hoped that he would consider the situation from her perspective as well. She kept glancing toward the entrance to the Great Hall, waiting for Harry to appear. When their first class was due to start in just over ten minutes, Ginny gave up hoping that he'd appear and piled some toast and sausage into a napkin to bring to him.

When she entered the Charms classroom, she saw him sitting at their usual table. She was unsure if she was allowed to sit beside him. Tentatively, she approached the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her and without looking at her or speaking to her, pushed her chair out with his foot. Sad that he was still angry, but glad that he wasn't so angry that he preferred her to sit elsewhere, she sank gratefully into her seat and pushed the napkin wrapped food across the desk toward him. "I brought this for you," she whispered. As she turned to pull her book and parchment from her bag, she heard him munching the toast.

Harry spoke to her during Charms but Ginny could tell that it was only because, as her partner during the lesson, he had to. When the class ended, he rose quickly from their table and left the room without waiting for her. Her eyes prickled uncomfortably with tears but she willed them not to fall. Crying would get her nowhere and it was her own fault that he was angry with her. She was starting to wonder if going to McGonagall had been the right thing to do. She gathered her bag and prepared to head back up to her dorm. Harry had Auror training with Noah and she had a free period. She wished she had a class right now, she could use the distraction. She was the last student to leave the room and was surprised to see Harry standing awkwardly in the hallway.

She could see in his eyes that he was still angry, but slightly less so. He leaned toward her and kissed her chastely on the cheek before saying, "Thanks for breakfast." Then he turned and hurried toward the classroom that he and Noah used for the mental part of their lessons now that the weather was getting colder.

As Harry made his way to the classroom, he tried to push the image of Ginny's sad eyes out of his mind. He was still angry with her. Granted it was starting to ebb a little but he was not ready to make up just yet. When he kissed her a moment ago, it was simply a gesture to reassure her that things had not changed between them. He might be angry, but first and foremost, he still loved her. If he was honest with himself, the idea that some of his responsibility might be taken off his shoulders was a huge relief. He just didn't like the way Ginny had gone about it. He realized that he hadn't given her much of a choice but going to McGonagall behind his back like that made him feel weak and incapable. Just thinking about it again made his anger flare and Noah noticed when he slammed his bag onto his table.

"Everything okay?" Noah asked.

"Yeah," Harry muttered. "Well, no" he amended. "Ginny did something that really makes me angry and we've been fighting about it all morning."

"Want to talk about it?" Noah offered.

Harry shook his head no and was quiet for a moment before launching into the whole story. When he'd explained it all, he asked, "What do you think?"

Noah chuckled and said, "I'm glad you didn't want to talk about it." He earned a small smile from Harry before continuing, "Now don't get angry at me, but I agree with Ginny." Seeing Harry's furious expression, Noah held up a hand and said, "Hold on, before you yell at me, let me explain. You have been looking dreadful for a month now. Ginny is right in saying that you aren't taking proper care of yourself. You obviously aren't getting enough sleep or food and I know that because you've been starting to drag in physical training. You're Head Boy, Quidditch Captain, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, a NEWT student, and an Auror-in-Training; not to mention the fact that you're planning a wedding. You're a lot of things to a lot of people and you aren't taking enough time for yourself. If you don't let McGonagall take some things off your plate, I will insist that she does. I cannot believe that you'll get the full merit of your Auror Training if you aren't getting enough rest or nourishment."

Harry let Noah's words sink in before sighing and saying, "I see your point and Ginny's too. I just feel like it makes me a failure."

"You aren't a failure," Noah chided, "There's no student in this castle who is less of a failure than you."

"I feel like everyone has this higher expectation of me because of what I did and I try to live up to it but, honestly, I could use some help," Harry admitted.

"That's all Ginny was trying to help you do," Noah said.

"I was a complete ass to her this morning," Harry said. "I can't believe I yelled at her."

"I'm sure she understands," Noah said. "No one likes to be told what they can't do."

"Thanks Noah," Harry said.

"Any time," Noah replied. "Can we move onto our lesson now?" Harry nodded and Noah continued, "Today, we are starting on all the different spells with which you can disguise yourself. I'm sure you have learned a few but there are over a hundred of them and the more of them you can learn, the more successfully you'll be able to disguise yourself out on a case. Here's a list of all the most common ones used in our department including the incantations and descriptions for each."

Harry scanned the list with interest and chuckled out loud at a few of the descriptions, "Why would anyone try to disguise themselves by engorging their tongue? Or giving themselves a rash?"

"Well, the idea is that you should use several in conjunction to disguise yourself. For example," Noah said as he took out his wand. Pointing it at himself, he rattled off, in quick succession, several of the incantations on the list and suddenly he had shoulder length blonde hair, a bulbous nose, watery brown eyes, and a pimply complexion.

"Cool," Harry said. "Can I try?"

"Sure," Noah said. "Go for it."

Harry perused the list for a minute before, like Noah, pointing his wand at himself and carefully pronouncing several incantations. Harry watched in a mirror that Noah had propped on the teacher's desk as his hair became a lime green Mohawk, his nose thinned and became pointed, and a smattering of freckles covered his face.

"Not bad," Noah said appraisingly. "But the idea is to change your appearance and become inconspicuous. A green Mohawk is a bit attention grabbing. I do like that your freckles cover up your scar a bit, those can be tricky to hide. If you'll notice, you said the incantation for violet eyes but your eyes didn't change. Try again." Harry repeated the incantation but his eyes remained stubbornly green. Noah pointed his wand at Harry and repeated the incantation as well, but nothing happened. "Sometimes that happens. Some physical traits are so strong that they cannot be changed. Reed's ears will not change no matter what he tries. Katherine used to have a beauty mark that wouldn't be hidden."

"What do you mean, used to?" Harry asked.

"She went to St. Mungo's and had it removed permanently," Noah said.

"What about you?" Harry asked, "Anything you can't change?"

"Not that I've discovered yet," Noah said, "I'm surprised that it is your eyes that won't change and not your scar."

"Me too," Harry said as he absently ran a finger over the scar.

"So, for the next lesson, I want you to practice changing your appearance and have five different disguises ready to show me. Remember that you want to be inconspicuous," Noah said. "Any questions before you take your quiz on chapter 6 of the handbook?"

"Does 'Finite' change my appearance back to normal?" Harry asked.

"Actually, for disguise spells you need to say 'Finite Dissimulo;' dissimulo means disguise in Latin. It makes it a bit harder to break a disguise charm," Noah explained.

Harry pointed his wand at himself and said, "Finite Dissimulo," changing himself back to normal.

"Just remember that these incantations, like many I've been teaching you, might seem fun but are Ministry secrets. Not that others couldn't do some research and discover them on their own, but if everyone knew them, it wouldn't give us any kind of advantage," Noah said.

"Not to mention that the Death Eaters would just use it to change their appearances," Harry added.

"Exactly," Noah said.

Harry took his quiz, which seemed painfully easy after the amount of time he'd spent studying for it. They left the classroom to complete their physical training. Harry was surprised when Noah didn't turn toward the front doors but instead, headed up the marble staircase.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked.

"I asked Headmistress McGonagall about somewhere warmer we could train now that the weather is as cold as it is. She seemed surprised that you hadn't suggested the Room of Requirement to me yourself," Noah said.

"I didn't think of it," Harry confessed. "It was burned with Fiendfyre during the battle and I didn't think it would still function."

"She didn't say anything about it being destroyed," Noah said with a shrug. "Let's go see."

They climbed several flights of stairs before arriving at the corridor the room resided in. Harry paced the blank stretch of wall three times while thinking, "We need somewhere to train." He was shocked when he turned and a door had appeared. Maybe the Fiendfyre only destroyed the form of the room in which people hid things. Harry followed Noah into the room and chuckled appreciatively. It was a cross between the room they had held their DA meetings in and a muggle gym. There were two treadmills, hand weights, fencing equipment, jump ropes, a rock climbing wall, stair stepping machines, a pool, and a shower and locker area.

"Well, this will work," Noah said. "Get changed."

Harry wondered how that would work when his Auror training gear was out in the locker room for the Quidditch Pitch. But when he opened the locker with his name on it, it was all there. Amazing, he loved magic.

"What first?" Harry asked when they were both changed.

"You know we always run first," Noah said as he headed toward the treadmills. While they looked like regular muggle treadmills they weren't. The most obvious difference was that they didn't run on electricity. Then, of course, there was the fact that with a flick of his wand, Noah could make Harry's treadmill do exactly what his did and, as far as Harry could tell, the program was designed as they ran and Noah just had to mutter instructions. By the end of their run, Harry rather wished they had been running outside in the cold after all. Noah was fond of throwing in steep inclines and rapid pace increases that didn't naturally happen outside.

"Let's do some weight lifting then we can either fence or climb the rock wall," Noah offered.

All during their weight lifting session, Harry contemplated the rock climbing wall but, in the end, decided on fencing. He'd been hoping to fence with Noah their last few lessons but Noah had other things planned.

Over the months of training since school started, Harry and Noah had become equally matched at fencing. They had started keeping track of how many times each had won. Right now Noah was up by one and Harry desperately wanted to take the lead.

Part of why they had become so equally matched was that they knew each others moves as well as they knew their own and it had become hard to surprise the other and easier to anticipate what was coming. Not that Harry had a lot of spare time but when he had a quiet moment, he often thought about their fencing and some different tactics he could try.

So far today, each had won a round. They were tied at fourteen touches in the final round. Harry desperately wanted to win that would put him one match over Noah. Harry was trying to come up with a move that would take Noah by surprise. Just as he thought that it was too bad that he couldn't just jump over him and hit him from behind, a spring board appeared and Harry did just that. He laughed with glee as he won the round and remembered that the Room of Requirement could always provide what one most needed.

"I'm pretty sure that was cheating," Noah accused.

"On what grounds," Harry challenged.

Noah ran his hand through his hair before asking, "Where did that even come from?"

"This is the Room of Requirement, that is how it works. Watch," Harry said. "Wow, am I thirsty." No sooner that the words left his lips, than a water cooler appeared near the lockers.

"I'll give it to you this time but next time you are not allowed to accept help from the room." Noah said.

"I didn't plan to do that. I had been thinking in my head that it was too bad I couldn't just jump over you and hit you from behind when it appeared," Harry said. "I had to do it."

"I would have done it too," Noah replied with a laugh. "Alright, hit the showers."

Harry showered and redressed in his school robes quickly. It was lunch time and he needed to find Ginny and apologize to her. He'd been pretty harsh with her earlier. As he walked quickly to the Great Hall, he realized that it was the first time since they'd gotten back together that he'd gotten really angry with her. She was bound to have realized it as well. He would have to find a way to make it up to her tonight; after all she had only been looking out for his best interests.

When he entered the Great Hall, he was glad to see her sitting next to Hermione. He'd been slightly worried that she would be upset enough to be up in her room. He dropped his bag on the floor and sank into the seat beside her. He could visibly see her tense up as she noticed his arrival. He placed a hand on the small of her back and quietly asked, "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure," She replied. Together they rose and walked out into the entrance hall where it was quieter.

"Gin, I'm so sorry for the way I reacted earlier," Harry said. "Can you forgive me?"

"Maybe," Ginny said. "Have you changed your mind?"

"Yes. I'll meet McGonagall with you and figure out what responsibilities I can give up. You're right. I'm not getting enough sleep or nourishment and its affecting everything. I'm spreading myself too thin and nothing is getting the focus it deserves," Harry said.

"I was never trying to make you feel…"

"Like a failure?" Harry supplied.

"I just hate to see you so worn out and miserable," Ginny said. "That's part of my job now, looking out for you."

"I do appreciate it," Harry said. "Even if I did a lousy job of showing it this morning."

"You were partially right though, part of my reasoning was selfish. I never get time alone with you to relax and just enjoy being together," Ginny said. "I see you everyday and I miss you."

"I know," Harry said. "I miss you too."

"We're okay then?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah," Harry said as he leaned in to kiss her. Quickly the kiss deepened as they enjoyed the contact they craved so much.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley," McGongall said in a warning tone as she walked past them into the Great Hall. Reluctantly they separated and headed back into the Hall.

As they walked back to their table Ginny asked, "What changed your mind?"

"I told Noah the whole story and he agreed with you. It really irritated me at first but then he told me that he'd been noticing the same thing for the last month and had been contemplating talking to McGongall himself. He said that, during the last month, I've been dragging during physical training. I need to start getting more rest and nourishment if I'm going to keep up and do the best I can in Auror training," Harry explained.

"So, Noah can say exactly the same thing to you as I did and you'll hear his logic but not mine?" Ginny asked.

"It's not like that. I thought a lot about what you said. I think it was more that I had to hear it from more than one person before I really believed it. I thought maybe, because of our relationship, you were coddling me," Harry said.

"I wouldn't do that," Ginny argued. "I know what you're capable of."

"I know and I won't forget it again," Harry said.

Later than afternoon, when they'd finished their Potions lesson, they headed up to Headmistress McGonagall's office together to discuss Harry's responsibilities. Once seated before her desk, she said, "I've considered everything you have on your plate and I have a few suggestions. First, let's take you off patrol duty at night. There are three other head students who can alternate. You will still be a head student but you could use that extra hour every evening for homework or planning your lessons. If we get into a bind as far a patrol duties are concerned, you can fill in but in no way do I want you patrolling on a regular basis. Second, I have decided that I will take on reading and grading the essays that your students write weekly. Ever since taking on the post of Headmistress I have missed that aspect of teaching. It will be quite a nice opportunity for me. If I get too busy to do it, I can ask the other professors to lend me a hand. I think those two changes should free up a fair amount of your time. But if you feel that won't be quite enough, I supposed you could step down from the Quidditch team…"

"What?" Harry and Ginny cried in unison.

To their surprise, she laughed and said, "I'm just joking of course; I just wanted to see your reaction." From behind her desk, they heard a chuckle out of Dumbledore's frame. Harry looked up at him and received a wink.

Late that afternoon, Ginny sat at Harry's desk doing her homework while he napped. They had talked for a while lying on his bed. Once he'd fallen asleep, she moved to his desk to get some of her work done, after all, she still had patrol duty later. She was just so relieved that he was finally going to have a little bit less to try keep up with and she sincerely hoped that the changes would afford her a little bit more time alone with him.

As dinner time approached, Ginny wondered if she should wake him. He looked so peaceful and he really needed the sleep but she didn't want him to miss dinner either. Luckily she didn't have to decide. At that moment, he woke up and asked her, "Care to have dinner with me?"

"Sure, let's go," Ginny said.

"Come here for a minute first," Harry said making room for her beside him on the bed. She climbed onto the bed and snuggled into his warmth. He pulled her on top of him and looked up into her eyes. "I'm so sorry about earlier today. You were absolutely right and I'm already feeling better. Thank you for looking out for me."

"You're welcome. I know how you can repay me," Ginny said. He nodded for her to continue and she said, "Kiss me."

Harry complied eagerly, pressing his lips to hers and letting everything but her fade into the background. As the kiss deepened, his hands found their way to the expanse of smooth thigh that was covered by neither her skirt nor her stockings. Her mouth moved to his collar bone as his hands slid up her smooth legs under her skirt to cup her bottom. A small gasp escaped her mouth as he squeezed her backside. Breaking their contact momentarily, he sat up and pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. Her mouth returned to his as her hands grasped the hem of his undershirt and began to pull it upward.

"Guys?" called Ron's voice through Harry's door as he knocked. "Hermione and I are going down for dinner, want to come?"

Taking a moment to regain his voice Harry yelled, "Go ahead, we've got our own plans."

"We do?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Yes, but do you want to get back to what we were doing?" Harry asked as he tried to recapture her lips with his own.

At that moment Ginny's stomach rumbled loudly and they both laughed. "Ron kind of ruined the mood anyway," she said.

Harry put his shirt, tie and robes back on before turning to Ginny and asking, "Ready?"

"Yes, where are we going?" Ginny asked.

"You'll see," Harry said with a grin.

They stopped outside the Room of Requirement where Harry paced the stretch of wall three times thinking, "I need somewhere romantic for a dinner for two." When the door appeared, it had ornate ironwork and a stained glass window. Harry pulled the door open and said, "Ladies first."

When he followed Ginny into the room, he couldn't believe his eyes. They appeared to be outside a small café in Paris at twilight. A table for two with a glowing candle and a rose in a vase was waiting for them. Harry pulled out a chair for Ginny then moved to the other. They looked over their menus and, like they did in the Great Hall for the Yuleball, simply told their plates what they wanted to eat and it appeared. As they ate and visited, the evening grew darker and the stars began to appear. In the distance, they could even see the Eiffel Tower's lights illuminate the night sky. When they had finished their meal and dessert, they rose from the table and magically, violin music began to play.

"May I have this dance?" Harry asked.

"Of course," she replied with a grin.

They danced in silence for awhile just enjoying being together. Finally Ginny asked, "I thought you said this room was destroyed during the battle."

"I thought it was," Harry said. "But McGonagall told Noah we could use it for training now that its too cold to train outdoors. I was shocked when we came up here and it opened for us. Maybe just the room that everyone used to hide things in was destroyed."

"Well, I'm glad its here, this is amazing," Ginny said. They danced in silence for a bit more before Ginny spoke again, "I need you to make me a promise."

"Okay," Harry said tentatively.

"In a month from now, we will be getting married," Ginny said. "I won't survive the first several months of our marriage if they're like the last two months of the school year have been. After the Halloween Ball, I vowed that we were going to be better about having time together and then you got even busier. That will not happen again. I know that our meeting with McGonagall today should help out your schedule a lot, but I need you to be aware of how it will affect us if things go back to how they were."

"I understand," Harry said. "And I'm sorry that things got worse after Halloween. I didn't intend for that to happen. I'm happy with how the meeting with McGonagall went today and I'm very relieved to have less to look after. If you even sense that things are starting to go back to how they were, talk to me about it. The last thing I want to do is make things harder for you. Okay?"

"Okay," Ginny agreed.

"You know? Even though there has been very little time for us, I think about you all the time," Harry said. "Sometimes, it was probably a good thing we didn't have all the time we wanted together, because the closer we get to the wedding, the harder it is to restrain myself."

"I know what you mean," Ginny said, "I go to bed at night and I dream of you. I relive all our steamiest moments in my head and anticipate what is still to come."

"One more month," Harry said.

"It is going to be the longest month ever," Ginny said.

"Maybe," Harry mused as he leaned down to capture her mouth with his own.

Author's Note: Hi All! Thanks for reading! I'm sorry for the delay. I got really good at posting very often for a while there. I went away on vacation and that has been the delay. But now I'm back home and hopefully I can get back on track with posting more regularly.

Big, Huge Thank you to Terra Ferme for betaing/editing this chapter for me. You rock and without you my story would have lots and lots of annoying mistakes. Thanks!

So this is the last chapter before I start writing about the wedding. If you have suggestions about the wedding, let me know. I always take suggestions into consideration.

I know some of you were hoping to see another Auror training session – hope this didn't disappoint. It was kind of a downer chapter because they were fighting…but no one's relationship is perfect all the time. Plus, I wanted to get the issue of Harry being too busy out of the way before they are married. Originally, I was going to have Harry go to McGonagall and ask to have some of his responsibility removed, but he isn't the type to give up and, in my opinion, he feels all of this is his duty. I think doing it this way was more realistic.

If you feel inclined, send me a review. I love to hear how I'm doing.

Thanks!

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