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A week had passed since they started their new routine, and Harry had made the most of it. As a fast reader, he had devoured numerous books on the wizarding world, expanding his knowledge beyond Ginny's.

"I've read so much, Ginny! I feel like I know more about magic than you now," Harry said, grinning mischievously.

Ginny laughed. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying your reading, but I doubt you know more than me yet!"

However, Harry's extensive reading had indeed broadened his understanding of magic. They were now able to practice spells and charms without worrying about the Ministry detecting them, thanks to the protective wards around the manor.

"This is amazing! I can finally try out some of the spells I've read about," Harry exclaimed.

Ginny smiled. "Just be careful, okay? We don't want to accidentally set off any alarms."

With their newfound freedom to practice magic, they spent hours in the garden, casting spells and experimenting with new charms. Their laughter and shouts of excitement filled the air as they explored the wonders of the wizarding world together.

"This is incredible! I feel like I'm really getting the hang of it," Harry said, beaming with pride.

Ginny smiled, impressed. "You're a natural, Harry. I'm so proud of you!"

It was on August 8 when Harry woke up in Ginny's arms, feeling grateful for another day together. But as he snuggled closer, he noticed that Ginny's body felt unusually warm.

"Ginny, are you okay?" Harry asked, concern etched in his voice.

Ginny moaned softly, her eyes fluttering open. "I...I don't feel well, Harry."

Harry's instincts kicked in as he realized Ginny had a fever. Forgetting their morning routine, he immediately started caring for her.

"I'll get you some water and a cold compress," Harry said, jumping out of bed.

Ginny nodded weakly, her face flushed with heat. "Thanks, Harry..."

Harry rushed to the kitchen, fetching a glass of water and a cold cloth. He returned to Ginny's side, gently placing the compress on her forehead.

"Does that feel better?" Harry asked, stroking her hair.

Ginny smiled faintly. "Yeah...thanks, Harry. I'm sorry to ruin our day."

Harry smiled back, his eyes filled with worry. "Don't apologize, Ginny. Taking care of you is all that matters."

Harry tended to Ginny's needs with the care and attention of a professional. He monitored her temperature, administered medication, and kept her hydrated. He even managed to coax her into eating some soup, despite her lack of appetite. But what really surprised Ginny was when Harry started singing to her in his smooth, melodious voice.

"You have a great voice, Harry!" Ginny exclaimed. "I had no idea you could sing like that!"

Harry smiled, looking pleased with himself. "I've been practicing in the shower," he said with a grin. "I'm glad you like it."

As Harry continued to sing, Ginny's eyes grew heavy, and she felt herself drifting off to sleep. "Keep singing, Harry," she murmured. "Your voice is soothing."

Harry obliged, singing softly until Ginny fell asleep. He then sat beside her, watching her sleep with a look of concern and care.

"I love you, Ginny," he whispered. "You're going to be okay."

As Ginny slept, Harry opened his potion book, determined to brew a Fever Potion to help her recover. He had never made a potion before, but he was willing to try anything to help Ginny feel better. He made his way to his personal lab, a small room filled with shelves of dusty jars, strange equipment, and a large wooden workbench.

Harry carefully measured out the ingredients, his hands shaking slightly as he poured the powders and liquids into the cauldron. He added a pinch of moonstone, a vial of sparkling silver water, and a drop of honey, just as the recipe instructed.

As he stirred the potion, the mixture began to bubble and emit a soft, golden glow. The air was filled with the sweet scent of honey and the earthy smell of moonstone. Harry watched anxiously as the potion simmered, his heart racing with excitement and a touch of fear.

"What if I've made a mistake?" he thought, but he pushed the doubt aside and continued to stir the potion with confidence.

Finally, the potion had finished brewing, and Harry carefully poured it into a small vial. He held it up to the light, admiring the shimmering liquid within.

"It's perfect," he whispered, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

He made his way back to Ginny's side, vial in hand, ready to administer the potion and help her recover from her fever.

Harry's mind was filled with doubts as he held the vial of potion. What if he had made a mistake? What if the potion was wrong? He couldn't bear the thought of harming Ginny.

"I have to make sure it's safe," Harry thought to himself.

So, he decided to drink the potion himself first. He uncorked the vial and hesitated for a moment before downing the contents in one swift motion.

At first, he felt a slight tingling sensation, but then nothing. No burning, no dizziness, no pain.

"See, I told you it was fine," Harry said to himself, relieved.

Ginny stirred, waking up from her sleep. "Harry, what are you doing?" she asked, noticing the empty vial in his hand.

"I was just testing the potion," Harry replied. "I wanted to make sure it was safe for you."

Ginny's eyes widened in concern. "Harry, you shouldn't have done that! What if it was poison?"

Harry smiled, feeling a bit silly. "I know, I know. But I had to make sure. And it's fine, really. See?" He held out his arms, showing her he was unharmed.

Ginny sighed, shaking her head. "You're crazy, Harry. But I suppose I should thank you."

Harry gently handed Ginny the vial of potion, smiling reassuringly. "Here, drink this. It will help you feel better."

Ginny took the vial, her eyes locked on Harry's. "You're sure it's safe?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm positive," Harry replied. "I drank some myself, remember? It's fine."

Ginny nodded, trusting Harry implicitly. She downed the potion in one swift motion, then lay back on the bed.

"Thank you, Harry," she whispered, her eyes already drooping.

"You're welcome, Ginny," Harry said, smiling. "Just sleep now. You'll feel better in the morning."

As Ginny drifted off to sleep, Harry sat beside her, watching her peaceful face. He stroked her hair, feeling a deep sense of love and care for her.

"I'm glad I could help," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Ginny murmured something incoherent, already lost in sleep. Harry smiled, knowing she was on the mend. He sat with her for a while longer, cherishing the quiet moment together.

Harry walked into the hall, his eyes fixed on the crackling fireplace. He spotted Twinky, the house-elf, busy dusting the mantelpiece.

"Twinky, I need your help," Harry said, approaching the elf.

"Of course, Master Harry!" Twinky replied, eyes shining with eagerness.

"I want to Floo to the Burrow," Harry explained. "But I've only made Floo calls before. I've never actually Flooed."

Twinky nodded, understanding. "Flooing is quite simple, Master Harry. You just step into the fire, focus on the Burrow, and say 'Burrow' clearly."

"Got it," Harry said, taking a deep breath. "But what if I mess up?"

"You won't, Master Harry!" Twinky reassured him. "Just remember to speak confidently and think of the Burrow's fireplace. You'll be there in no time!"

Harry nodded, feeling a bit more confident. "Alright, here goes nothing!"

"Good luck, Master Harry!" Twinky called out as Harry stepped into the fireplace.

"Burrow!" Harry declared, his voice firm and clear. The flames engulfed him, and he disappeared with a soft whoosh.

Mrs. Weasley was mildly surprised to see Harry coming through the fireplace on that Sunday afternoon. The warm glow of the fire illuminated his tired face as he emerged into the cozy living room. Ron and the twins were serving out their punishment in their room, while Percy was diligently working on his homework in his own room, oblivious to the sudden arrival.

Arthur Weasley, hearing the commotion from the fireplace, came into the living room, a curious expression on his face. "Ah, Harry! What brings you here today?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with warmth.

"I'm so sorry to intrude, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, his eyes darting between them, "but I really wanted to talk to you both about something."

"Of course, dear Harry!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, "Would you like some lunch first? I've made some delicious roast beef and Yorkshire pudding."

"No, thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied politely, "I'm not really hungry. I just needed to speak with you both about something important."

Arthur's expression turned serious, his eyes locked onto Harry's. "Very well, let's hear it then," he said, gesturing to the armchairs by the fire.

And with that, Harry took a deep breath, ready to embark on the conversation that had brought him to the Burrow on that Sunday afternoon...

Mrs. Weasley was mildly surprised to see Harry coming through the fireplace on that Sunday afternoon. The warm glow of the fire illuminated his tired face as he emerged into the cozy living room. Ron and the twins were serving out their punishment in their room, while Percy was diligently working on his homework in his own room, oblivious to the sudden arrival.

Arthur Weasley, hearing the commotion from the fireplace, came into the living room, a curious expression on his face. "Ah, Harry! What brings you here today?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with warmth.

"I'm so sorry to intrude, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, his eyes darting between them, "but I really wanted to talk to you both about something."

"Of course, dear Harry!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, "Would you like some lunch first? I've made some delicious roast beef and Yorkshire pudding."

"No, thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied politely, "I'm not really hungry. I just needed to speak with you both about something important."

Arthur's expression turned serious, his eyes locked onto Harry's. "Very well, let's hear it then," he said, gesturing to the armchairs by the fire.

And with that, Harry took a deep breath, ready to embark on the conversation that had brought him to the Burrow on that Sunday afternoon...

Harry's face was etched with worry as he informed the Weasleys about Ginny's condition. "Ginny's got a fever," he said, his voice tinged with concern.

Mrs. Weasley's expression immediately turned sympathetic. "Oh no, poor dear! How high is her temperature?" she asked, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"It's pretty high," Harry replied. "I was wondering if you both could come with me to the manor? I don't want to face this alone."

Arthur nodded without hesitation. "Of course, Harry! We'll come straight away."

Mrs. Weasley stood up, her mind already racing with ways to help Ginny. "Let's leave a note for Ron and the others, and we'll be off."

Within minutes, they had left a note on the kitchen table and were standing in front of the fireplace. "Hold on to us, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley called out as they stepped into the flames.

"Here we go!" Arthur exclaimed, his voice muffled by the roaring fire.

And with that, the three of them vanished into the green flames, leaving the Burrow behind.

As they emerged from the green flames in the hall of Fawcett Manor, Harry guided the Weasleys to his room, his pace quick with concern. He pushed open the door and led them inside, but his face suddenly flushed with embarrassment as they saw Ginny lying in his bed.

Ginny was fast asleep, looking peaceful and serene, not at all like someone who was ill. Her chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths, and her face was calm and relaxed.

"Ah, Ginny's... uh... been feeling really unwell," Harry stammered, his eyes darting to the bed, trying to explain the situation.

Mrs. Weasley's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze flicking from Ginny to Harry. "She looks perfectly fine to me, Harry," she said, her voice tinged with amusement.

Arthur chuckled. "Indeed she does, Harry! You're not trying to get out of doing your homework, are you?"

Ginny stirred, still fast asleep, and snuggled deeper into the blankets. Harry's blush deepened as he realized how the situation must look. "No, no, it's just... she was really cold and... and... I didn't mean to..." he trailed off, looking sheepish.

As Harry looked at Ginny, he suddenly realized that his potion must have worked, and she was actually recovering. But he didn't say a word, keeping the secret to himself.

Just then, Twinky burst into the room with Dimpy, the manor's housekeeper, in tow. Dimpy was carrying a small vial of potion and looked concerned. "I brought the fever potion, just in case," she said.

But Twinky spoke up, "No need, Dimpy, Master Harry already gave it to her." Dimpy's eyes widened in surprise. "That's not possible, the potion needs to be made fresh, it can't be stored for later use."

Harry's face turned bright red as he tried to maintain his secret. Mrs. Weasley's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Harry. "Is it true, Twinky, that Harry already gave Ginny the fever potion?" she asked, her voice firm but curious.

And with that, the room fell silent, waiting for Twinky's response...

Twinky nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, Master Harry himself made the potion for Miss Ginny. He was very determined to help her."

Harry's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he looked down, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Mrs. Weasley's expression changed from curiosity to concern, "But how did Harry manage to make the potion? He's not even a qualified potioneer!"

Twinky smiled proudly, "Master Harry was very determined, ma'am. He spent hours in the library, researching and experimenting. And to make sure the potion was safe, he even drank it himself first!"

Arthur's eyes widened in surprise, "Blimey, Harry! You're a regular little potioneer!"

Mrs. Weasley's eyes sparkled with a mix of concern and pride, "Harry, you shouldn't have taken such a risk! But I suppose it's good to know you're so dedicated to helping Ginny..."

Harry looked up, his face still flushed, and said, "It was worth it... I couldn't just rest while Ginny was suffering."

Mrs. Weasley's expression softened, and she smiled warmly at Harry. "Thank you, Harry. That means a lot to us," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Arthur nodded in agreement, "Yes, thank you, Harry. You're a true friend to Ginny."

In their minds, the Weasleys realized that Harry's actions went beyond friendship. He genuinely cared for their daughter, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth towards him.

Mrs. Weasley's eyes sparkled with tears as she said, "We're glad Ginny has you looking out for her, Harry."

Arthur added, "Yes, you're like a part of the family, Harry."

Harry's blush deepened, but he smiled, feeling happy and relieved that the Weasleys understood his intentions...

Dimpy, the other house elf, spoke up, "If I may say so, Master and Mistress Weasley, Master Harry took care of Miss Ginny the whole day. He made her drink soup and medicine, and even massaged her head until she fell asleep."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened in surprise, "Oh, Harry, you didn't even take a break to eat your own lunch, did you?"

Dimpy nodded, "No, Master Harry didn't eat his own lunch, Mistress Weasley. He was too busy taking care of Miss Ginny."

Arthur's face lit up with a warm smile, "That's our Harry, always putting others before himself."

Mrs. Weasley's voice was filled with emotion, "We're so grateful to have you, Harry. You're an amazing young man."

Harry looked down, his face flushing again, but a small smile played on his lips, happy to have been able to help Ginny...

As the conversation continued, Ginny stirred in her sleep, murmuring something incoherent. She reached out with her hand, her eyes still closed, and grasped Harry's arm, pulling him closer.

Harry's face immediately flushed with embarrassment as Ginny snuggled into his side, her head resting on his shoulder. "Ginny, you're... uh... you're awake," Harry stammered, trying to play it cool.

Mrs. Weasley smiled knowingly, "I think she's still asleep, Harry. She's just seeking comfort."

Arthur chuckled, "Well, she's certainly found a good source of comfort there."

Dimpy and Twinky exchanged a sly glance, both of them grinning mischievously. "Master Harry is very good at taking care of Miss Ginny," Dimpy said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry's blush deepened as he tried to extricate himself from Ginny's grasp, but she only held on tighter, her grip surprisingly strong...

As they left the room and made their way to the Hall, Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry and said, "I'm afraid Luna has declined Ginny's birthday invitation again. She's been acting strangely lately."

Harry's face fell, disappointment etched on his features. "Oh, no... I was really hoping she'd come this year."

But then, a sly grin spread across his face as a plan began to form in his mind. "Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley. I'll take care of it."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What are you thinking, Harry?"

Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'll just have to find a way to make Luna's absence a little more... interesting."

Mrs. Weasley chuckled, knowing that look all too well. "I have a feeling this is going to be a very interesting birthday party..."

Harry gathered his courage and approached Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, his heart racing with anticipation. He blushed and stammered, but determination shone in his eyes. "P-please, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley... may I have your permission to... to date your daughter?"

Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened in surprise, but a warm smile spread across her face. "Oh, Harry, dear, we're flattered by your politeness."

Mr. Weasley chuckled, "Well, I think we can safely say yes. But what's behind this sudden request, Harry? What's on your mind?"

Harry took a deep breath, his excitement building. "I want to surprise Ginny on her birthday... I want to officially ask her to be my girlfriend."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes sparkled with delight. "That's so sweet, Harry! We're happy to give you our blessing."

Mr. Weasley nodded, a grin still plastered on his face. "Just be sure to make it special, Harry. Ginny deserves it."

Harry beamed, feeling elated and relieved. "I will, I promise. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley!"

As they sat in the cozy living room, sipping their evening tea, Ginny suddenly appeared, running downstairs with a big smile on her face. Oblivious to the presence of her parents, she immediately jumped into Harry's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you so much, Harry! I'm feeling so much better now!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with gratitude.

Harry's face turned a deep shade of red as he hugged her back, trying to play it cool despite the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were watching them with knowing smiles.

"I'm still getting some headaches, but I'm sure it'll go away soon," Ginny continued, still clinging to Harry.

As she leaned in, her lips brushed against Harry's cheek in a soft, gentle kiss. "Thanks again, Harry. You're the best!"

Harry's blush deepened to an almost purple hue as he struggled to maintain his composure. Mrs. Weasley's eyes sparkled with amusement, while Mr. Weasley chuckled quietly.

Ginny, still oblivious to her parents' presence, pulled back and smiled at Harry. "I'm so lucky to have you, Harry."

Harry's voice barely above a whisper, "I'm lucky to have you too, Ginny."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley continued to watch the scene unfold, still smiling at the tender moment between Harry and Ginny. Ginny playfully teased Harry, "You know, we haven't kissed properly since last week. I think we need to make up for lost time."

Harry's face flushed again, and he looked down, trying to hide his embarrassment. But Ginny just laughed and leaned in closer, her lips inches from his. As she kissed him, Harry closed his eyes, forgetting everything else around him.

The room around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their hearts beating as one. But it was only when Molly cleared her throat that they broke apart, gasping for air. "Ah, sorry to interrupt, but I think that's enough for now," she said with a chuckle.

Harry's eyes locked onto Ginny's, his gaze burning with intensity. Ginny's cheeks were flushed, but she smiled up at Harry, her eyes shining with happiness. Mr. Weasley grinned, "I think we can safely say that's settled then. You two are definitely meant to be."

Ginny's eyes finally landed on her parents, who were sitting on the couch, trying to stifle their grins. She looked at them with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, her face flushing even deeper.

"Mum! Dad!" she exclaimed, trying to sound stern but unable to hide her smile. "What are you doing here?"

Mrs. Weasley chuckled, "We were just enjoying the show, dear. You and Harry are quite the pair."

Ginny rolled her eyes, laughing, "You're embarrassing me!"

Mr. Weasley added, "We're just happy to see you happy, Ginny. Harry's a good lad."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with happiness as she looked at Harry, who was still standing beside her, his eyes shining with adoration. "I know, Dad. I'm happy too."

Just as the Weasleys were enjoying the warm moment, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of Grandma Tucker. Mrs. Weasley got up to answer the door, and soon the room was filled with the sound of laughter and chatter as Grandma Tucker joined the group.

Grandma Tucker's eyes twinkled with delight as she took in the scene before her. "Ah, young love! It's so wonderful to see you two together," she said, beaming at Harry and Ginny.

The group chatted for a while, catching up on each other's news and sharing stories. Grandma Tucker regaled them with tales of her latest adventures, leaving them all in stitches.

As the evening wore on, the conversation flowed easily, filled with warmth and laughter. It was clear that this was a moment they would all treasure, a moment of joy and love that would stay with them forever.

As the evening wore on, Ginny's eyelids began to droop, but she stubbornly refused to sleep. "I'm fine, I'm fine," she insisted, despite her yawning and struggling to keep her eyes open.

But Harry was having none of it. "Ginny, you need to rest," he said firmly. "You're still recovering, and you can't push yourself too hard."

Ginny tried to protest, but her words were slurred and her head nodded forward. Before Harry could even finish scolding her, she was fast asleep.

Harry's face turned bright red as he realized he had to carry her to his room - in front of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. "Oh, blast," he muttered to himself.

"Ah, don't worry, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said with a chuckle. "We trust you completely."

Mr. Weasley added, "Just take care of her, lad."

Harry nodded, still blushing, and gently scooped Ginny up in his arms. He carried her to his room, trying to play it cool despite the awkwardness.

As he laid her down on the bed, Ginny stirred slightly, murmuring,

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Love you , Ginny," he whispered back, smiling tenderly.

Next Chapter is Mission Luna.

A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. I know they are already a couple , but I think for Harry it is agreat deal to name their relationship, something of his own . Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!