The following few weeks were the best ones in Harry's and Ginny's lives. Filled with getting to know each other, laughter, their own silliness and teasing. And Snogging of course. While at Hogwarts, Ginny never understood what all of these couples saw in snogging; for her, it looked disgusting. Or at least until she tried this on her second date with Harry. Her whole life's view on snogging was turned entirely and utterly upside down. And Harry was more than happy to help her with his persuading skills and tongue.

Their second date went almost perfectly. They went to the nearby beach and enjoyed a slow, late afternoon stroll. After a few kilometres, their walk was unfortunately interrupted by a sudden downpour. Well, it wasn't necessarily unfortunate as long as Ginny was concerned seeing as they got wet and ran back to Harry's car. They went to Harry's flat to dry themselves and take a hot shower. Afterwards, she begged Harry to cook something and tasted a few of his dishes and hot chocolate. To tell the truth, Harry was her mother's male impersonation as far as cooking skills were concerned, which was very impressive in itself.

After the feast, as it was the only way to describe it, with full bellies they lay on Harry's bed. It was blissfully comfortable (especially after a long stroll), more than her bed at Burrow and flat combined. Bloody unfair it was! She would have to come up with some sneaky excuses to lie more often in his bed.

Their little lie-in quickly developed in a full-time snogging session. She still didn't know how fast it could go from one to the other, not that she was complaining.

Around 9 PM she had to go back to her own flat. Harry gave her a lift, of course, as a good boyfriend (boyfriend!) he was. They parted ways with a goodbye snog, which took her breath away again, quite literally, and made her knees feel weak. She stepped into her flat wearing Harry's clothes, as hers were utterly drenched. She had no intention of giving them back, though. She had every right to steal her boyfriend's clothes, after all.

They spent a great time talking about their past, their insecurities and their worries. Ginny told Harry about being bullied in school because of her being poor, Harry told her about his upbringing in isolation. As their relationship blossomed, they even talked about their hopes, and how they imagined their future. They talked about marriage and children, not committedly of course, as they both were still very young and their relationship just started. It was for both of them to know what the other wants from life and the future.

A month into their relationship they had their first fight. It was really for some stupid, unimportant reason caused by the frustration they felt from work and life in general. They quickly made up and made out.

In mid-October, Harry took Ginny for the first time to a pub, as she never was in one. For the first time, she watched a football match, after explaining the rules by Harry (she still couldn't understand what the offside was) she tried a beer for the first time and got a little tipsy. All right, she got really pissed. So pissed that she caused a fight. And poor Harry had to defend her as she couldn't even stand straight. But she managed to kick some arsehole in the balls, mind her. The following day she decided that it was really fun. Everything but a hungover.

On 31st October she went to Harry's place unannounced. She planned to surprise her boyfriend and spend some quality time snogging. She never expected to find her boyfriend looking so depressed.

"What happened Harry?" Ginny asked gently.

Harry sighed, "Today's the day my parents died," He told her sadly, "I know that I always say that I didn't even know them, but it still hurts. I can't help but wonder what would happen if they were around."

Ginny brushed his hair out of his eyes, "I know for certain, that they couldn't be more proud of who you had become."

Harry doubted that but still didn't mention it.

"Sorry that I came today. I didn't know about that," Ginny apologised after a while.

"Nah, it's good that you came here. You don't let me wallow in self-misery, as my godfather likes to describe it."

"You know, the more I hear about your godfather, I start thinking that he is a really wise man," Ginny teased.

Harry laughed, which made Ginny's heart lighter, "Yeah, him and being wise are two complete opposites."

"Now Harry, I'm going to the kitchen and when I'm back I want to see you in your bed all cosy and relaxed. I may not be the best cook out there," Harry snorted at her words, "Okay, I'm a terrible cook, but I do the second-best hot chocolate in all of Britain."

They spent the rest of the day talking and imagining what Harry's life would look like if his parents were alive and cuddling.

In November Ginny had to go to the Weasley family dinner. It was taking place every week or two, although Ginny wasn't present for quite some time. She suspected that if she didn't go today, her mother would appear from thin air and drag her lazy arse all the way to the Burrow. She took a train so as not to look too suspicious to Harry.

After leaving the train she apparated at the edge of the Burrow. Walking all the way to her family home, she couldn't help but smile at the familiar sights that brought up many happy memories from her early childhood.

She knocked on the front door, and not even a minute later her mother wearing a smeared with flour apron rushed to open the door.

"Ginny!" She cried catching her daughter in one of her infamous bone-crushing hugs, "Oh, my baby girl! I missed you so, so much!"

"Me too mum, me too," Ginny answered reciprocating the hug.

"Oh, let me look at you! So beautiful!" She complimented making Ginny roll her eyes, but she still smiled nonetheless, "Wait a second. You are practically glowing! Something happened that I should know about?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Of course not. You know that if something important happened, then you would be first to know that," Ginny answered with pretended innocence. If having six brothers was good for something, it was teaching her acting skills.

"If you say so," Molly seemed to accept her explanation but still didn't look convinced. "Now, dear, come inside and say hello to the others." She quickly dipped into the house surely to continue her famous cooking.

Stepping into her family home she heard voices of all people gathered. The problem was, there were too many voices. At that moment she knew that her brothers invited their friends. Friends they were constantly trying to set up with. Bloody hypocrites who didn't want her dating, but at the same time trying to set her up with their friends so if she had to date someone, it would be their friend. Sighing dejectedly she went further into the Burrow to face her family and impostors they invited.

"Ginny!" She greeted Bill as she stepped into the living room, drawing the attention of the other inhabitants of the room to her. She hugged her oldest and most favourite brother tightly. Letting him go she greeted Ron by patting his shoulder. One of Ron's friends from Hogwarts – Seamus Finnegan tried to hug her as she was passing beside him, but she purposedly ignored him. As the greetings were by, Ginny noticed a few of her brother's friends beside Seamus. There were Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom – other friends of Ron's and a friend of Charlie's who introduced himself as Daryl. Really, couldn't they have informed her about additional guests so she could simply not come? Too hard that was, apparently. At least there was also Hermione Granger, with whom Ginny developed a friendship, invited by her mother.

After a few forced conversations with them and a couple of bat boogey hexes, the Weasley family and their guests sat for dinner.

"So, Ginny dear, something you want to share with us?" Molly asked hopefully.

"Like I said earlier Mum, everything's as old."

"Oh, is it really our dearest little Gin-Gin?" Started Fred with a suspicious glim in his eyes.

"How you explain this interesting love bite on your pretty neck then?" Finished George grinning as if Christmas came early.

Everyone's attention turned to Ginny, who looked like she wanted to crawl under the table from embarrassment. Some of them gasped and her brothers choked on the food they were actually eating like pigs. Her mother got up and rushed to her side to examine her next. Seeing that the twins weren't lying, she gasped. Was this because Ginny seemed to finally got herself a boyfriend or disapproval of this mark of inappropriate behaviour, she didn't know. But she knew that the hell would break out.

"Oh my," Said her mum gently touching the mark on her neck, "I knew it! I knew that you were hiding something! What's his name? Do we know him?"

"Is... is that true? No… no, of course not… right? Right? Please, Ginny, tell me I'm right," Choked Bill with his hand over his heart, desperately hoping against hope that his little sister was still little and not interested in such things as boyfriends and whatnot.

Ginny sighed defeatedly, "Yes Bill it's true," She admitted reluctantly. It's not that she was ashamed of Harry when it comes to her family. In fact, it was quite the opposite, actually. She would most gladly shout to the whole world that he was her boyfriend. She just didn't want her brothers and their friends to harass him and her mother to gush over her and her boyfriend.

Her admission caused multiple gasps from most of her brothers. The twins were laughing at the mayhem they caused, actually. Gits. Her brother's friends weren't very happy either; Seamus and Dean whined pathetically and Daryl gave out an animal-like growl. Charlie cried out loud 'No!', and Ron looked like he might throw up. Percy was just looking at her clearly disorientated. Her father seemed to be collected and calculative. Fleur and her future sisters-in-law looked happy for her.

After a few minutes of tense silence, Molly's voice resonated, "So what's his name?" She asked hopefully.

Ginny threw an uncertain glance at Fred and George as she knew they would take a mickey out of her.

"Harry," She said lowly, and as she predicted, the twins burst out laughing.

"When you were leaving we told you that you might find your own Harry Potter,"

"And apparently you have put your heart into it!"

"Oh, really, shut it you two! He's not Harry Potter, obviously."

"Is he a muggle?" Her father asked excitedly, which Ginny confirmed. Arthur just got up from the table and rushed to hug his daughter grinning. "I can't wait to meet him! He can teach me so many things!"

"How you can be with some unknown to us git?" Shouted angry Ron, "I can't count how many times my mates asked you out and you always hexed them rejecting their offers, and now you are dating some arsehole?"

"Because he is not a git like your bloody friends. And that goes for Daryl too, Charlie," She added when Charlie wanted to say something, much to Daryl's discard.

"How did the two of you meet?" Asked Molly trying to realise some tension.

"Well, err, you see… well, that doesn't matter, does it? It's only important that we hit it right off," Ginny replied, "quite literally." She muttered quietly.

The rest of the dinner was spent in a rather dead mood. After that, her brother's friends left, which delighted Ginny endlessly. Her mother, Fleur, Hermione and future sisters-in-law took her on a girl's talk in which she told them more things about Harry. Every now and then, Ginny could see that her mother looked quite distressed.

Near midnight, Ginny walked down to the kitchen to sneakily steal some treats, like she had been doing when she still was a Hogwarts student. She was surprised to find her mother there waiting for her.

"Oh, please Ginny, don't look so surprised. Of course, I knew about your midnight snacks! How could I not, when half of the sweets always went missing after the night?"

"You never suspected Ron?"

"Of course I suspected him! But then I thought better of it, and realised that the boy would never stay awake this long." Molly chuckled and Ginny quickly followed her.

"I just wanted to talk about this boyfriend of yours, dear." She said placing a mug of hot chocolate before her daughter.

"Don't you think, I'm a little bit too old for 'the Talk'?" Ginny asked sarcastically, making a quote sign in the air with her fingers.

"No, it's not about this. Actually," Molly added after a while of thinking, "looking at how you were talking about this boy with so much passion, The Talk wouldn't do any harm to you, I suppose."

"Mum!" Ginny cried indignantly.

"Anyway," Molly continued, "I just want you to be careful. I'm happy for you, I really am, but you should never put your guard down."

"Why?"

"Well, as you said, he's a muggle."

Ginny narrowed her eyes, "When did you start being anti-muggle?" She asked suspiciously.

"I'm not anti-muggle. I just want you to be happy, not heartbroken. Believe me, relationships with muggles can be hard. Especially when you have to confess to him about our kind. And I'm sure this boyfriend of yours is a wonderful young man, but sometimes our feelings can deceive us, and people we love can act differently than we thought. So please, think hard about your relationship and if this is what you want from life before you get too attached to him. Remember, people we love can hurt us the most."

"Are you telling me to not love anyone?" Ginny accused.

"No! Of course not! I just meant that you should be cautious before you make any hasty decisions."

Ginny groaned. "Okay, I guess it makes sense. Thanks, Mum."

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