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Chapter Ten

The lunch event had been perfectly...perfect. Ginny, Luna and Holly helped Mrs. Weasley prepare a simple and nutritious lunch for them all while Mr. Weasley had disappeared into his shed. Just as lunch was prepared and, both Ginny and Luna began to set the table, Hermione and Lavender had arrived. They brought with them a couple of board games each. Hermione held Monopoly and Scrabble, while Lavender held Clue and The Game of Life.

Once it was readily made known that they were all muggle board games Mr. Weasley seemed to have appeared out of no where. For a moment there Holly was pretty sure he apparated from the garage to the house. It made them all snicker and Mrs. Weasley gave her husband a very fond, but exasperated look.

It seemed that The Game of Life was much too boring, while Scrabble and Clue were hits. Monopoly was much too complicated, especially after trying and failing to explain the monetary system of the game to Mr. Weasley. With Scrabble they decided to include words out of the Magical encyclopedia, which seemed to almost irk Hermione to the extreme. She flinched every time a word like "cruciate" and "hippogriff" were put in. Holly supposed the reason that Hermione was losing because she refused to use any other words but muggle words.

"Calm yourself, Miss Granger," Holly playfully teased as she bumped the other girl's shoulder. "It's just a game!"

"Does no one care about being loyal to the original rules of the game!" Hermione hissed angrily as everyone looked at her with mirth filled eyes. "Sanctity is all that I ask for! Sanctity!"

Holly sighed. That was Hermione for you; neurotic about rules to the end.

But Hermione was not the only one who was becoming increasingly miffed about the games' rules. Every time Mr. Weasley would throw out a question in relation towards muggles (and not in relation to the game that they were playing) or in any other topic, her ears would turn red. The angry blush would slowly make it's way to her chest.

"Your holding up the game, Dad!" Ginny said angrily.

"I just want to understand why muggles -"

"No, Dad! Take your turn or we boot you back to the shed!"

In all, the games were a success. It was decided that they would continue to have these kind of days so that they would be able to enjoy the company of their family. That was a decision that made Mrs. Weasley very happy. The look of pure bliss on her face was nice to see. You could really tell that Mrs. Weasley really enjoyed when her home was full of company because she looked to be enjoying her role as hostess.

By the time Mrs. Weasley began to prepare dinner, everyone began to really help out. They had taken out the Wizarding Wireless radio and were listening to Celestina Warbeck belt out her new hit single "You Stole My Cauldron, But You Won't Steal My Heart"(1). This time, Mr. Weasley had really been booted to his shed so that the women could have their girl time.

"When is Draco going to arrive, dear?" Mrs. Weasley had asked Hermione.

"He should be arriving soon actually," Hermione said as she looked down at the watch on her wrist. "He had a double potions class this morning and then he was supposed to go and have afternoon tea with his parents. What about Ron, Lavender?"

Lavender looked up from the potatoes that she was peeling and smiled. "Ron? He said he would be here. George said that he was going to close the store an hour early for Sunday dinner. They are both looking forward for Sunday roast."

"That's wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley beamed. "I always tell that boy he should have the store closed for Sundays. George works much too hard. Ron said that George often does many things at once for the store."

"You can't really blame George for wanting to put his whole self into the store though, Mum," Ginny said quietly as she petted Errol. "It was his and Fred's dream. George would kill himself running that store to keep it alive."

It was quiet after that. Ginny cringed and swore slightly at herself. Holly looked at her pointedly and shook her head. The younger girl should have known better. These days, speaking Fred Weasley's name was enough to silence anyone of the Weasleys. And now there was no movement, no more sounds of knives slicing vegetables at the kitchen table. They all had frozen as soon as Ginny had began to mention Fred. They all looked to the matriarch in concern. Mrs. Weasley stood like a statue over the stove. She watched silently as the water of a large pot began to boil before she turned and wiped her hands on apron.

"Ginny, dear," she said quietly with a hesitant smile. "Will you make sure the vegetables get into the pot for a moment?"

Ginny nodded, immediately. "Sure, Mum."

"Thank you, dear. I'm just going to..." Mrs. Weasley's voice trailed off as she walked out of the kitchen and into the garden.

All the girls rushed to the stove to look out the window that was over the stove. They watched as Mrs. Weasley stopped at the edge of garden, right at the picket fence gate. Her head was bowed slightly and her back was to them.

"That's the field," Ginny whispered. "That's where we would play quidditch. We would take turns riding the old brooms because there weren't enough for everyone. Every Summer, the grass would go so high that you could hide if you sat down in it..."

They all watched as Ginny wiped at her eyes. Luna wrapped an arm around Ginny's waist and the ginger haired girl laid her head upon the taller girl's shoulder.

"It was where Fred and George liked to hide out in every Summer. They would disappear every lunch time and when Mum would yell out the door for them, they would suddenly appear out of the grass, Fred always bringing up the rear."

They watched a little longer, the mood somber. The shed's aluminum door opened suddenly to show Mr. Weasley, who did a double take at the sight of his wife at the other end of the garden. The girls all watched as he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

The spread upon the kitchen table was immense. There was almost no room for them to put their dinner plates. Holly was pretty sure that this was the first time she had seen a spread like this outside the Dursley household. And this time she was actually going to partake in this. She was so excited.

In all honestly, the whole day she had been quite nervous about the arrival of Sirius. But as soon as everyone started to arrive she realized something. She wasn't going to be alone. She had friends and family that were going to be right by her side.

Almost as soon as Mrs. Weasley had come back to the kitchen, Draco had arrived. He had floo-ed straight from Malfoy manor with a bottle of Ogden's finest in hand as a present for the patriarch of the family. It was a pure blood tradition to present the host with a gift, Hermione had whispered to them.

Right after Draco, Ron and George showed up. By this time the vegetables were done. The only food they had waited for had been the roast. Lavender had beamed at the arrival of Ron, and at the sight of Lavender, Ron's entire demeanor had relaxed. It was not hard to see that Lavender genuinely made the young man happy. Holly wasn't the only one to notice, it seemed. The smile on George's face was there for a moment and then gone a second later.

George was greeted by his mother, father and friends. Holly watched as he gave them all a smile that was nowhere near as genuine as the one he had flashed at the sight at the besotted twosome. This new smile lacked the warmth that had been there before. His eyes were now dull and betrayed no emotion whatsoever.

"Hullo, Holly," George greeted, with a wave.

"Hi, George," Holly returned the greeting. "How's business?"

George shrugged. "Same old. Busy. Thriving."

"Just as I thought it would be," Holly said with a nod. "I knew it was right thing to invest in you. And Fred."

At the mention of his brother's name, the pain flashed through his eyes. Just like his short-lived happiness, Holly saw the pain for one second and then it was gone in the next. For a very long time, Holly could remember that the mention of Fred would bring George into a catatonic state. Gradually that had changed but it was a slow one. Not that they expected him to ever get over his twin brother's death. No, they were sure that it would affect him for the rest of his life.

"You'll get better, you know."

George looked at her with surprise and confusion. "Better at what?"

"Better at dealing with the pain," Holly said quietly. "Believe me when I say from experience that the pain will never go away and never become any less painful. But you will get better at dealing with it as time goes by."

The man was speechless and wide-eyed as he looked down at her. His mouth opened as if he was about to say something in response, but he was interrupted by his mother as she began to clap her hands.

"Okay everyone!" Mrs. Weasley beamed. "Lets get to the kitchen table, dinner is ready!"

Everyone (except Draco) cheered and made their way to the kitchen table. Holly had cheered with them, her smile so wide that her cheeks felt like they would split. It was more on her thought on the Malfoys' more than Mrs. Weasley's lovely cooking. The Weasleys and the Malfoys were two very different families. Holly couldn't imagine the Malfoys giving out a hearty 'huzzah' each and every time the house elves announced a particular part of the food was ready. It was almost a comical thought.

No, wait a moment... Did she forget something again? Someone? Just as they were sitting down and she was mulling over that thought, the fire roared in the living room behind her.

"Sirius!" Arthur crowed from his seat at the head of the table before he stood and greeted the man with a hearty handshake.

Oh. Yes. It seemed she had in fact forgotten about something. Someone in particular, really. Was it bad that she had hoped he would have skipped out on the dinner? Because she had hoped he would have opted out. Of course Holly knew that they had to talk, but she had hoped that she would have a few more days to her thoughts.

She watched as Sirius greeted everyone around the table. Draco and Sirius nodded to each other before Hermione grabbed Draco by the arm and made him move to a seat on her other side, thus leaving a seat open right next to Holly. Holly glared at Hermione who avoided her gaze. She then stiffened as Sirius placed a hand on the back of her chair to squeeze in and sit down beside her. His robes and hand brushed up against her arm and she couldn't hold back the flinch at the contact.

"Here's the roast!" Mr. Weasley announced as he brought the platter over to the table.

Everyone (except Draco) 'oooh'-ed and 'ahh'-ed as he set the roast down and then began to carve into it. With a flick of her wand, Mrs. Weasley levitated platters of different vegetables, mashed potatoes, gravy, and a large pitchers of ice-cold pumpkin juice and butter beer. As soon as the platters met the table, Ron dove right in.

"It's beautiful," Ron announced as he filled his plate.

Draco leaned away from Ron, who was shoveling food into his mouth at an amazing speed and grimaced. "It's horrifying."

Ron glared with a full mouth.

Holly chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Sirius' husky voice asked in her ear.

Holly stiffened. His warm breath tickled her ear and goose bumps rose on her flesh sending shivers down her spine, and she hated to say it but the feeling went straight to her warm nether regions. Damn this man. Even when she was cross with him, he still managed to arouse and attract her body's attention. She gulped and leaned away as far as she could without looking like a weirdo.

"Just Ronald being Ronald," Mrs. Weasley answered the question with a quick glance at Holly, who gave her a relieved look.

The last thing she wanted to do was talk to Sirius, too. Holly was afraid the wrong words would come out. With the way her hormones were she was afraid that she would say something along the line of "how could you?!" and "you bastard!" Holly was pretty sure it was the last one she wanted to yell out at him... And then she wanted to grab him by the hair and smash his face into Mrs. Weasley's perfectly buttered mashed potatoes... She really must get the exact recipe.

Ahh, there were the hormones again.

And with that, she started to serve herself in a way that would have made Ron proud. And in fact it did. Ron gave her a look of approval as she tasted her food and moaned in ecstasy.

"Yes," Ron said aloud as he cut and tasted the roast beef. "Yes, Potter, it's that good. Better than sex."

"Really?" Lavender asked her boyfriend, looking quite amused as she glared at him sideways. "Tell me how that roast beef can be better than the sex we have, Ronald!"

Ron froze in horror, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Everyone chortled, even Mr. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley on the other hand looked a little worriedly at them both. Holly certainly doubted that Molly Weasley wanted the dirty details on her youngest son's sex life. She was pretty sure Mrs. Weasley would be perfectly content with being in denial about it at all.

"Please, don't, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, now frowning. She confirmed Holly's suspicions. "That's too much information that I'm not ready for."

"Yes," Ginny agreed as she wrinkled her nose down at her dinner plate. "Please don't. The last thing I want to have is a mental image."

"Someone is a mite jealous," Ron muttered.

Ginny's eyes flashed with anger. "Jealous?! Why the hell would I be jealous? And certainly not of you!"

"Jealous that I'm in a wonderful relationship!" Ron countered and than added, "with a wonderful person! All your relationships had been dismal, short-lived and with flighty men!"

"How dare you!"

Everyone looked back and forth from Ginny to Ron as they traded insults. It was like a disastrous tennis match that no would could look away from. Mrs. Weasley was waving her hands in the air angrily and tried to get them to stop arguing, but so far she was ignored.

Draco whispered to Hermione, his eyes still on the arguing brother and sister.

"Thank you."

Hermione and Holly gave the young man a puzzled look.

"Er, your welcome," Hermione answered back before asking, "What are you thankful for?"

Draco continued to eat and watch Ginny and Ron argue. "You didn't tell me there was going to be dinner and a show. Quite frankly, I was thinking this was going to an insanely boring evening."

Both Holly and Hermione rolled their eyes.

"I will have you know, Ronald," Ginny raised her voice, "that I am now in a wonderful and stable relationship with the most wonderful person in my life!"

Ron rolled his eyes and gestured his fork around. "And where is he, hmm? Is he too embarrassed to come 'round the Burrow?"

Ginny's eyes glinted again. "He?"

Oh no, Holly thought. Did Ginny not yet tell anyone that she was dating her female friend?

"Who said anything about a he?"

Everyone froze and looked to the girl with wide eyes. Ginny threw her cloth napkin down and stood from her seat. She looked toward her mother and father, who looked toward her with curious wide eyes.

"Mum, Dad," she addressed them. "For a couple of weeks now, I've been dating the most wonderful person."

Ginny reached over to Luna, who stood and took her hand proudly. Everyone except Holly, gasped. Ron dropped his knife and fork, his mouth gaping in astonishment. Draco grinned, digging into his food enthusiastically as he watched the drama increase.

"Luna and I are dating," Ginny said with her chin jutted out in defiance.

"Wha-?!" almost everyone in the room said in surprise.

Everyone then started talking at once. Lavender began to berate Ron, who was still in the belief that he had done nothing wrong. Draco began to guffaw loudly and nearly choked on the food that was still in his mouth. Hermione slapped him on the back none too gently. George was the first to stand from his chair and congratulate his sister, which kick-started their parents to react. They too stood and began to congratulate both Ginny and Luna.

Holly wiped her mouth and then stood from her seat. She quickly escaped the drama that was finally coming to an end in the kitchen. She shut herself in the bathroom and ran some cool water over her face. Why was it that all the drama in a family would always become an explosive time bomb doomed to explode only during family dinners?

Of course, this was not the first time she had attended a dinner where it come to an explosive end. She recalled the dinner at the Dursley's before her third year of schooling at Hogwarts. Now, that dinner had not really been all that enjoyable until the end of the night when Marge had decided to drunkenly insult Holly's mother by calling her a bitch and effectively comparing her to a female dog. Needless to say, Holly had not taken that well and proceeded to inflate Marge like a blimp. And it had been all through accidental magic, of course.

"She got what she deserved," Holly muttered aloud as she dried her face.

She made sure her face and hair were presentable before she began to exit the bathroom and back to the (hopefully) calmed dinner party. Unfortunately, it seemed the night was sure not going to her plans.

She squeaked in surprise at the sight of Sirius towering over her at the door and then gasped in outrage as he pushed her back into the bathroom none too gently. She stumbled back and Sirius caught her before she could fall. He held her close, his hands going around her waist tightly.

"How dare you - Merff!"

His lips covered hers swiftly. And all Holly saw was red. Her arm reared back and then her hand came forward fast, catching him on the cheek with a loud smack. It was enough to surprise him and he stumbled back himself, losing his grip on her.

"What the bloody hell was that for?!" They both shouted at each other angrily.

"You deserved it!" Holly yelled, feeling the anger bubble up in her stomach. "How dare you kiss me!"

"I was trying to apologize!" said Sirius, trying and failing to defend himself.

Holly fisted her hands at her side and stamped a foot. "I would have rather heard an apology from you than have you completely attack me!"

"I'm sorry!" he shouted, fisting his hands in his hair. "I'm sorry, alright?! Is that better?"

She gasped in outrage again, lifted her fist and hit him in the gut. "Is that better?! Did you really just say, 'is that better?!'"

Sirius hunched forward and tried to block his gut from a few more hits she tried to give him. Holly took a step forward with each hit she delivered to him, completely forgetting that she had a wand. Even though she was putting in all of her energy and body weight into the hits it seemed as if they were not effecting him at all. He chuckled and it only made her even angrier, and she tried to hit him harder.

"All of this aggression," Sirius grunted out, still trying to block her hits. "Is probably not good for the baby! Ouch!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" Holly growled as she backed him out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

A bark of laughter choked out of his throat when Holly decided to aim lower for his family jewels. Sirius, finally having enough reached forward and took hold of both of her elbows. He used gentle strength to stop her hits and pulled her into his chest. Holly frowned up at him, still angry. Her eyes conveyed her angry, but at the same time they began to water uncontrollably. She cursed her emotions.

"Don't cry," Sirius begged, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm sorry. And I really do mean it."

She allowed him to hold her close and even allowed herself to wrap her arms around his waist. Holly sniffed and wiped her tears off on his robes.

"I'm not crying!" Holly denied indignantly. "It's just pregnancy hormones, is all! I'm pretty sure S.P.E.W. would make me cry right now, so don't you dare go assuming that these tears are for you, Sirius Black!"

Sirius nodded, though now he had a relieved grin on his face.

"Okay, sweetheart. Okay.. I love you, Holly."

"I-I love you, too, you arsehole."

"Erm...*hem* *hem*."

The sound of someone clearing their throat surprised them both that they nearly jumped out of their skins. The fact that it was extremely reminiscent of Delores Umbridge nearly had her hormone enslaved emotions in an enraged tizzy. Oh, if only that pink toad were here! Holly would use her as target practice!

Standing in the hallway was George Weasley. His eyes were sparkling and merry looking as he gazed upon them. He also had a fist nearly shoved into his mouth that seemed to be blocking the snickers that were helplessly escaping. On any other occasion, Holly would have loved to see this expression on the only living Weasley twin's face, but at this moment it was certainly not appreciated.

"Exciting dinner, isn't it?" George asked from around his fist.

Holly frowned deeply at him. Nope, not appreciated at all. Sirius, always the drama loving marauder, beamed.

"Next time you two decide to go off and have a 'private' conversation... I would recommend keeping it in the bathroom and using a silencing charm. Food for thought."

They watched him pass them by and enter the bathroom that they had been occupying before they turned back to each other. Sirius grimaced down at her and Holly knew exactly what he was thinking. He did not want to go back into the kitchen as much as she did, because if they were really as loud as Holly reckoned they were, then everyone in Burrow heard their entire conversation.

Holly sucked in a breath, grabbed Sirius collar and dragged him into the kitchen. He was protesting slightly but Sirius still allowed her to drag him along. His protests died as soon as they both entered and noticed that every one of the family were now back in their seats and as quiet as death.

Draco was still eating with a gusto while Hermione looked uncomfortable. The same could be said for Lavender and Ron, except Ron was still eating normally. It was quite a combination of emotions on Ron's face that was confusing. Ginny and her father, though, looked quite shocked.

It was only Mrs. Weasley and Luna who looked somewhat as if they had not heard any sort of argument that had transpired in the hallway just a few short feet away. No doubt Mrs. Weasley was trying to save face since this was her home and she was the hostess. Luna, thank goodness, was just being Luna.

"Congratulations!" Luna greeted to them. "I knew the moment I saw you! There had to be no explanation for such a glowing nargle infestation."

"Are you really pregnant?!" Ginny asked, trying and failing to not look distraught.(2)

"Yes," Sirius answered for Holly, looking quite pleased. "We're pregnant, everyone!"

At once, everyone began to congratulate the couple. No one, except Holly and Luna noticed how Ginny left the room quickly and dashed up the stairs. Luna gave Holly a congratulatory kiss on the cheek before she followed after her red-haired lover. Holly had no idea what that was about, but she hoped that whatever it was Luna would be able to help Ginny to the fullest.

After the commotion died down, they were actually able to finish their dinner without anymore disturbances. George had come back from the bathroom and he still had the twinkle in his eye that had Mr. and Mrs. Weasley beaming. Luna had been able to coax a red-eyed Ginny down as well, but she was certainly a bit more somber than she had previously been.

For dessert they had went into the back garden. It was a cold night, yet not too cold. With the help of Draco, Sirius and Ron, the kitchen chairs were levitated out to the garden where they talked in soft tones and looked up at the stars in the night sky. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were sitting close together, their voices whispers to everyone else. It was much the same for Lavender and Ron. Luna seemed to still be comforting Ginny, but Holly wasn't really paying any attention to that to give the couple some privacy. George had opted to sit with Hermione and Draco. Surprisingly, both George and Draco got along splendidly and were talking business. Holly had a feeling that Weasley's Wizard Wheezes would soon have another financial invester.

Sirius and Holly however, were quiet. They shared a large, warm blanket between them, their chairs so close their bodies were pressed against each other. Sirius was slowly eating a large slice of warm apple pie, while Holly was making her way through a large piece of treacle tart she had stolen from Ron's dessert plate. The red-haired fiend had thought he would make away with the tasty dessert.

"Your quite bipolar, aren't you?" Holly asked him quietly. "You've certainly made a complete one-eighty from last night."

He raised an eyebrow in her direction before he sighed. "I had a lot of time to think and berate myself. I won't deny that last night I panicked, but when I realized what I had done this morning I was angry at myself, again. And then I was - am still, immensely happy about this...about our baby.

"And why the hell wouldn't I be?" he continued on. "We made something, you and I. Our love literally combined into one being while we were making love to each other. Was it planned? No, of course not. But was it deliberate? I would think so, yes. We were deliberately showing each other and giving each other so much love that it manifested into the ultimate creation. A beautiful creation that is half you and right now is nestled inside your beautiful body."

Holly covered her mouth with a shaky palm to hold in an extremely emotional sob. She was trying so hard to hold in the tears of absolute love that wanted so bad to fall. When she looked into his eyes and saw that they were just as tear filled as her own, they met half way in a searing and lingering kiss. Sirius rested his forehead against her own and let his own tears fall.

"Our baby is half you and half me," he whispered against her lips. "How can I not love our baby."

She covered his lip with her own again, tasting the sweet taste of apple pie before pressing her face into his neck and embracing him. With one strong arm he moved her onto his lap and wrapped the blanket tighter around themselves. They basked in their closeness before the sound of a knife against glassware brought their attention to Ron and Lavender.

"Everyone," Ron said gruffly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I know there has been a lot of excitement tonight... But Lav and I couldn't hold it back any longer.. Er..Ehh.."

Ron stalled for a moment before Lavender, whom was still seated, reached over and slapped the back of Ron's thigh. He yelped in surprise.

"Er, yes! I asked Lavender to marry me, and she said yes."

Once again there were gasps among the dinner party before they all surged forward and began congratulating Lavender and Ron. Mrs. Weasley was sniffing as she held her youngest son in her arms.

"Wait!" Ron grunted, trying to paw his way out of his mother's clutches. "I'm not done!"

"What else, Ron?" Mr. Weasley beamed. "I think we could take anything after all the surprises tonight has brought."

Even in the dark everyone could see the famous Weasley blush climbing up Ron's neck and to his ears. He cleared his throat and held Lavender's hand to his chest.

"We just found out that," Ron took another breath and said, "Lavender is pregnant."

Everyone surged forward again, mobbing the couple in well wishes and hugs. Mrs. Weasley was full on sobbing, this time holding Lavender in her arms and kissing her brow every so often. Holly was sobbing too, hugging her friend from behind.

"Oh, Arthur," Molly sobbed to her husband. "More grandbabies! We're having more grandbabies to run around our burrow!"

Mr. Weasley couldn't hide the sheen in his eyes. "I know, Mollywobbles, I know."

George suddenly rushed inside and then came back out with many glasses and two jugs floating behind him. One was filled with fire whiskey and the other with pumpkin juice.

"I would like to propose a toast!" he said, as the glasses began to fill themselves and hand themselves out. "To all the happy couples! To Ron and Lavender! To Ginny and Luna! To Holly and Sirius! To me and Draco! -"

George gave a wink in Draco's direction who lifted his fire whiskey high with a smirk, one arm wrapped around Hermione's waist. Hermione scoffed and gave a look of mock anger at George, who grinned back.

"To his lovely girl, Hermione! To Mum and Dad!-"

His face suddenly turned serious as he looked up at the star filled sky and said, "and to Fred!

"May we all live in this point on with no regrets and with as much love as possible!"

A/N: (1): For those of you who have yet to sign up for pottermore, this is actually a real song and it's bandstand. It's pretty darn good if you compare it to other bandstand, but "Egyptian Ella" will always be my favorite.

(2): Obviously Ginny still has some feelings for Holly. While my Muse!Ginny is dating Luna (who understands that Ginny may still be in love with Holly), she is still harboring the hope that she may have a chance with being with Holly. She is distraught because her foolish dream has been crushed with the sudden announcement of Holly's pregnancy. While I was actually writing the conversation from Chapter Nine between Holly and Ginny, where Holly forgives Ginny's transgressions, I realized that even though my Muse!Holly was explaining to my Muse!Ginny that she could never be with her, Muse!Ginny was not listening! In some ways this Ginny is still that little girl who begs mummy and daddy to tell her more stories about the famous Girl-Who-Lived. Muse!Ginny is this story sees Holly as her fairytale princess come to sweep her off her feet. When Holly forgives her and tells her that she loves Ginny (as a sister, not a lover), this Ginny actually falls a little more in love with her.