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Ginny knew he was angry. She knew he was livid and he refused to look at her. They got him to the hospital wing and onto a bed and Madame Pomfrey began healing him, working on his bruises and cuts and broken ribs. He was badly bruised, with a busted lip and a pretty bad cut on his cheek but there wasn’t anything that couldn’t be healed pretty quickly. Ginny moved to the side of his bed and took his hand but he jerked it away.


“Don’t talk to me right now Ginny,” he said tightly, keeping his eyes shut.

Ginny bristled at his words, raising her chin. He would have done the same thing for her; he had no right to be angry. Ron and Hermione watched silently; confused by the exchange as Ginny put her hands on her hips. “I’m going to be in my room Harry,” she said tightly but he didn’t respond. “When you’re finished here, I think we need to have a talk don’t you?” He remained silent and still so she turned on her heal and stormed out of the hospital wing. Harry dragged his eyes open and watched her as she left, her hair streaming behind her.

There were a surprising number of students milling around outside the hospital wing, obviously trying to find out what was going on. Apparently someone had seen them bringing Harry in on a stretcher and word had spread like wildfire, prompting the older, more reckless students to sneak out and risk punishment. Ginny barked at them to get back to their common rooms, threatening detention for anyone who so much as hesitated. She passed a group of girls and heard Romilda’s voice whining about whether Harry was alight and she didn’t even look over. She just narrowed her eyes and the back of Romilda’s jumper somehow twisted itself up over her head and into her mouth, muffling her shocked screams until her friends finally had to lead her into the infirmary after no amount of tugging would make it come off.

Ginny couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that spread across her face for a second as she heard Ron and Hermione’s laughter echo out of the room and down the hall, following her as she walked.


Draco climbed through the trapdoor and into the divination room. He hadn’t been here in several years, having dropped divination as soon as he had the option to choose his own classes. But Hermione had told him that this was where Luna had gone, so here he was, turning in a circle, looking in the shadows until he found her.

She was sitting at a table, absently stroking one of the crystal balls as she looked out the window. He took a step toward her and she looked over at him.

She looked down at the ball as he continued to approach and shook her head sadly. “I think… that I don’t have the sight,” she said softly and he almost smiled.

“Why is that?”

She looked up at him and he reached down, taking her hand from the ball and pulling her up so that she was standing in front of him. “I… I kept seeing you die,” she breathed and her usually serene, light-hearted eyes filled with tears.

He shook his head and smiled at her. “Are you sad that you were wrong? Or that you don’t have the inner eye?”

She smiled and laughed even as a tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. He brought his hand up and wiped it away.

“You know, you really shouldn’t say things like ‘just in case’… it makes it seem like you might not come back,” she said.

“I’ll have to remember that next time,” he murmured softly with a smile.

“Is everyone ok?” she asked and he nodded.

“Everyone’s fine… can I tell you about it later?”

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head to the side and he brought his hand to her face, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear before cupping her neck.

“Because I don’t want to talk to you right now,” he said softly as he snaked his arm around her and pulled her up against him. He didn’t want to tell her yet that he had killed someone, no matter how much they had deserved it. He didn't want to deal with that now... he just wanted to be with her... wanted to get lost in her innocence like he always did and feel better.

He had done it for her. Not completely for her of course; he knew he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing, but mostly he knew that he would never be able to face her if he had let them die. He couldn’t claim to want to be good, to tell her that and allow her to believe it if he faltered at the first real test.

He kissed her softly, pressing his lips to hers. He drew back and kissed her again, a little firmer this time as he began to move his lips over hers. He felt her stiffen in his arms at first, not sure what to do before she began to tentatively press back.

He kept kissing her lips for a few moments before he began running his thumb back and forth on her jaw. He ran the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip and her eyes shot open. “Open you mouth,” he urged softly and after a second she parted her lips, but just barely and he smiled against them before he kissed her again. He kissed her, tilting her head to the side slightly and slowly slipped his tongue into her mouth, pushing it open. Desire shot through him like lightening as he tasted her – right before she shot away from him with a startled squeak.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she backed up, bringing a hand to her lips and he blinked. What?

“I was kissing you,” he said simply as he studied her reaction.

“But with your… do you… is that…” she stuttered as she took another step back and he almost laughed.

He had forgotten how completely innocent she was. This was Luna, who had never been kissed. He doubted anyone had really even considered kissing her before and he suddenly hated everyone who was too blind to see her. Really see her. She was beautiful. She was perfect. She was too good for him... and he knew he didn’t deserve to kiss her. He wasn’t good enough for her and he realized in the moment that he would never completely be good because it didn’t matter. He was going to kiss her anyway. He was going to kiss her and he was going to keep her as long as she let him; knowing full well that he wasn’t worthy.

He came back toward her slowly and settled his hands on her waist as she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded almost immediately and his chest tightened. She had always believed in him, always trusted him and he didn’t really even understand why. He wouldn’t have trusted him but she had. She had seen something in him that even he had sometimes doubted was there. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered and she nodded again. “I promise you’re going to like this, but I’ll stop whenever you say stop, ok?”

She hesitated and then nodded again. “Just feel it,” he said softly before dipping his head and catching her lips before she could respond or change her mind.

He kissed her slowly and when her lips parted again he slipped his tongue back in. She didn’t pull back as he caressed her tongue with his and after a second she opened her mouth wider as the pleasant tingling that his kisses had started erupted into a fire within her and intensified with every stroke. She whimpered into his mouth, her hands clinging to his shoulders and he kissed her harder.

“Kiss me back,” he murmured against her lips after a few seconds.

“What?” she managed in a shaky voice.

“Kiss me back,” he repeated softly before catching her lips again. He wasn’t sure she understood, but then, tentatively at first, she began to move her tongue with his. After a few seconds they were dancing together as the kiss became harder and more intense and when she slipped her tongue into his mouth he groaned aloud and pulled her closer… he was definitely keeping her.


Ginny sat on her bed, stewing for almost an hour before the door opened and Harry entered, looking relatively normal but tired... and angry.

He shut the door but stayed back as she stood up. She could tell he was still furious, she could feel his emotion and it was like the air shook a little as he finally walked toward her, his eyes flashing.

Her hands went to her hips automatically as he stopped in front of her, his eyes searching hers. When he spoke it was so soft Ginny could barely hear it.

“What did you think you were doing?”

“I can’t hear you Harry, if you have something to say then - ”

He cut her off as he grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

“WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?” He screamed at her as he shook her and she jerked back from him, out of his grip.

“Saving your life.”

He grabbed her arms and pulled her back to him until his face was inches from hers. “You don’t get to die for me Ginny.”


“You don’t get to die for me! I am not worth it… what were you thinking? God DAMN it Ginny what - ”

“I wasn’t going to let you die Harry!”

“By getting yourself killed? THAT DOESN'T SAVE ME! THAT KILLS ME TOO!”

“YOU WOULD HAVE DONE IT FOR ME!” She shot back and he shook her.




Ginny wrenched her arm free and slapped him across the face. “I DON’T NEED YOUR PERMISSION! OF COURSE YOU’RE WORTH THAT! WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO?!?”




Ginny gave a cry of frustration and Harry went flying backwards into the wall. She saw him wince and knew it had hurt him but she didn’t care as she advanced on him. “WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE HARRY?”

He didn’t answer, his eyes narrowed and flashing.

“WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?!” She demanded again. He tried to move away from the wall but her magic held him in place and her eyes glinted dangerously as she reached him. She kissed him hard and despite his anger he kissed her back, her nearness flooding his brain. She was alive. After a minute she pulled back, their breathing heavy. “You would have done exactly what I did you selfish ass,” she said lowly. “We protect each other… how could you expect me to do anything else?” she asked before she stormed away.

“Selfish!? SELFISH?!? Look who’s talking! You’re the selfish one!” he called after her and she stopped, spinning back around with a short laugh.

“Oh please explain that one… how am I selfish?”

He came toward her but she stood her ground. “You were going to leave me here! You would have ‘saved’ me and then you wouldn’t have had to deal with what happens after! WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO IF YOU DIED?! DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO ME THEN?” he yelled at her, coming to a stop when he was right in front of her. Her hands went to her hips and she scoffed at him.

“So I’m selfish because I would have saved you? Because I wouldn’t be alive to be sad? Oh that’s rich Harry… that doesn’t even make sense! YOU WANTED ME TO MOVE SO THAT YOU COULD LEAVE ME HERE!” she shot back. “YOU CAN’T BE WILLING TO DIE FOR ME AND NOT ALLOW ME TO DO THE SAME THING!”


“YOU CAN’T STOP ME HARRY!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms out in frustration. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU CAN’T DEMAND SOMETHING FROM ME THAT YOU WOULDN’T DO YOURSELF! YOU WOULDN’T HAVE MOVED! YOU WOULD HAVE DIED TO PROTECT ME… WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?!?” she screamed back as tears of frustration flooded her vision before she stormed away. Harry followed her, grabbing her arm and swinging her back around, catching her lips roughly with his, their tongues battling. Her arms went around his neck automatically and he pulled her against him as his hand went into her hair.

“I expect you to stay alive,” he said when he pulled back and Ginny jerked away.


“MAYBE WE SHOULDN’T!” He roared back and she slapped him again. His hands curled into fists as she stormed away. He followed her, narrowing his eyes and she flew onto the bed. She flipped over with a huff, wiping her hair out of her face and began to get up, her eyes flashing but he came down on top of her, forcing her back.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said as his lips met hers, moving over them forcefully, almost painfully as he shoved his tongue into her mouth but Ginny didn’t care. She kissed him back just as hard. He was alive and that was all that mattered and she would take him angry and out of control if that was what he needed.

Harry reached down and shoved her legs apart, pushing between them as she tugged his shirt up, pulling it out of his pants and he rose up for a second, ripping it over his head and coming back down on top of her.

Harry’s hands were on her shirt as their tongues battled and after a few seconds of trying to unbutton it he finally just ripped it open, sending buttons shooting everywhere as he moved his mouth down her neck and his hands moved over her skin and into her bra.

Ginny’s nails were digging into his back, trying to pull him closer when there was a pounding on the door and they heard Ron’s muffled voice. “Guys? Harry? Ginny?”

“Go away Ron,” Harry yelled gruffly, not even pausing as Ginny arched beneath him with a groan and he raked his teeth over her skin, pulling her knees up as their bodies moved with a desperate urgency, both of them on fire as need and emotion pulsed through them.

“Harry… please… I – I need… ” Ginny moaned against his mouth and he responded immediately, knowing what she needed because his heart and his body were begging for it too, and his hand moved between them to unbutton her pants.

Ron pounded again. “Open up!”

Hermione’s voice joined his. "You really need to - ”

Harry jerked his head up and glared at the door. “NOT NOW!” he yelled before Ginny tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his face back down, bringing their mouths back together to muffle her sounds.

There was a shuffling outside the door, muffled voices and another knock, but this time the voice outside was Mrs. Weasley’s. “Ginny? Are you in there?”

They stilled instantly and Harry dragged his mouth from hers, managing an exasperated groan into her neck, resting his head against her shoulder for a second before rolling off of her and sitting up. Ginny stayed on her back, her heart pounding and her chest heaving. She brought a shaking hand to her face as Harry pulled his shirt back on.

Ginny didn’t move and he grabbed his wand, flicking it at her and causing her shirt to fix itself, the buttons flying back into place. She met his eyes and her vision blurred as he turned away, resting his elbows on his knees and staring at the ground and she sat up.

She got up from the bed and waved her hand at the door, unlocking it as she headed toward the bathroom. Harry had lowered his face into his hands but he looked up as she disappeared inside and slammed the door. He lowered his head, closing his eyes and covering his face for a second before running his hands through his hair as the bedroom door opened and the Weasleys piled inside.

“Harry?” Mrs. Weasley ventured as she led the way, looking around for Ginny. “Are you ok dear?”

Harry almost laughed. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and shook his head slightly before running his hands through his hair again. He kept his head down, focusing on a crack in the floor. The Weasleys just stood in an unnatural silence for a second, not sure what to do. Mrs. Weasley was the first to take action when she walked to the bathroom door and knocked, calling Ginny’s name. Harry looked over at her, and when Ginny didn’t answer he stood up and approached the door, rubbing his hand on his neck.

“What’s wrong with her?” Mrs. Weasley asked, backing up a little when he got there and he tried to open it but it was locked.

“I was being an ass,” he said softly as he narrowed his eyes and the door swung open. Ginny was sitting on the floor crying, her back to him and her arms wrapped around her knees.

He moved to her and dropped down behind her, pulling her up onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. The Weasleys watched from the doorway as he rocked back and forth with her for a second.

“What do you always say?” she whispered.


“What do you always say Harry,” she repeated softly and he sighed into her hair as his vision blurred.

“I would die for you,” he murmured into her hair. He felt her begin to shake as she nodded her head and he pulled her closer.

“I would die for you Harry,” she breathed, her voice shaking. “You would have done exactly what I did,” she added and he moved her hair and kissed her neck, shifting her around so that she was facing him as he held her. He stroked her face with his hand, running his eyes over her features, taking in her tears, her beauty and her strength before kissing her softly and nodding.

“I know love.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her as she buried her face into his neck. She brought her hand to his neck, running her fingers into his hair, and pulled his head down as she shifted so that their cheeks were touching. “We protect each other,” she breathed into his skin and he let out a shuddering breath as he pulled her closer.

“I know… you just… you don’t understand… you died… I truly, completely thought you had died… you would be just as angry if it was reversed…”

She pulled him closer. “Probably,” she admitted into his skin as she began to kiss him and he smiled a little... right before he broke down, sobbing against her as he crushed her to him. He didn’t even care that people were watching, he didn’t care about anything except that he had almost lost her. He had heard her die, heard her hit the ground… and he told her about it through his tears. "I... I thought I lost you... I wanted to die... I couldn't hande... I can't handle... losing you... again," he sobbed and Ginny began to cry with him as he spoke to her. He didn’t think he would ever be able to fully erase that feeling of emptiness. What she had tried to do, trying to give her life for his was so humbling, so moving and it shook his soul… saying you would give your life for someone was one thing, but actually doing it was something completely different and he knew that he would have done the exact same thing for her without even thinking.

They stayed on the floor, holding each other and after a minute Mrs. Weasley backed her family out of the room and shut the door, leaving them alone until they were ready to come out.


Several years later Harry stood in front of the mirror, trying in vain to get his tie to work but it was determined to thwart him. It was some ridiculously complicated dress robe monstrosity and he finally gave up. It was no use, he was too jittery and Ron had abandoned him for some unknown reason. The prat is probably off stealing cake or something he thought as he walked to the door and threw it open, heading down the hall.

He got to the room he wanted and opened the door and walked in, only to be met by a scream and a flurry of white.

“HARRY POTTER GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!” Ginny screamed as she yanked a blanket off of the bed and held it out in front of her like a wall.

“Why?” Harry asked, looking at the blanket she was hiding behind.

“It is bad luck Harry! Don’t come over here… back up!”

“Gin,” he said smiling, but she cut him off.

“Back up… move your legs and back right out of this room before I get my wand Harry…”

“You’re serious?”


“Ok! But… but what if I shut my eyes and promise not to look, will that work?” he said shutting his eyes and folding his arms. Ginny paused and he knew he had won so he smiled.

“Are they closed?” she asked after a second. When he said yes she lowered the blanket, peering over it before dropping it back onto the bed and walking forward. “What are you doing in here?”

“Ron abandoned me,” he said with a shrug as she reached him. She looked him up and down and grabbed his hand, placing it over his eyes before moving her hands to his tie.

“One day Harry, I am going to teach you how to tie your own shoes too,” she said and he made a face at her before smiling.

“But then we couldn’t have these moments together love,” he said before puckering his lips. She laughed and saw his fingers beginning to inch apart on his face so she put her hand over his and kissed him. He sighed and pulled her to him with his free hand.

“You’re not going to be able to get rid of me after today,” he said softly after a minute.

“I know,” she said and he felt her smiling as she kissed him softly. He smiled too but became serious after a second.

“I love you so much Ginny,” he breathed. “I have always loved you… and I’ll love you until the day I die.” Ginny’s eyes filled with tears as he echoed the words she had said to him years ago by the lake. Ginny pulled his hand away from his face and looked at him.

“Open your eyes,” she said but he shook his head.

“It’s bad luck,” he said softly. “We don’t need anymore of that.”

She smiled and brought her hand to his face.

“Just don’t look down… Just look at my face,” she said and after a second he opened his eyes to see hers sparkling at him, full of tears. She took in a shaking breath as his eyes bore into hers, filled with the look she knew so well. “You are the love of my life Harry Potter,” she said, bringing her other hand up so that she was cupping his face in both of her hands. “I would be lost without you… so we are going to die together, old and wrinkled with a house full of grandchildren.” He laughed and wiped a tear from her face, looking into her eyes once more before he closed his and put his hand back over them.

“Deal,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

There was a scream behind them and Harry jumped back, dropping his hand and opening his eyes for a second before slapping his hand back over them and turning toward the sound. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HARRY?” Hermione was screaming at him and he felt her hand close around his arm and begin to pull him roughly away. “IT IS BAD LUCK! CLOSE YOUR EYES! DON”T LOOK AT HER!”

“I’m not! They’re closed woman! Good lord, what is wrong with you two?” he said as Hermione practically threw him out of the room and slammed the door on him.

“THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOUR HUSBAND HADN’T LEFT ME FOR FOOD!” he yelled at the door. It occurred to him that he still had his hand over his eyes and he dropped it and walked back to his own room where he found Ron sitting on the bed with a handful of party mints.

“Where did you go mate?” Ron asked, popping one into his mouth but Harry just glared at him. “Oh good you figured out your tie… mint?”

“I just got assaulted by your wife and sister and you offer me a mint? No thanks mate.”

“What happened, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, I just went to see Ginny since you abandoned me and -”

“You saw Ginny? Aw Harry, that’s bad luck, you aren’t supposed to see her… females are weird about that stuff.”

“Yeah, well I know that now don’t I,” Harry said, going to look in the mirror, admiring Ginny’s handy work.

Ron came up behind him and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry Harry, I’m sure she’ll still marry you,” he said with a smile and Harry smiled back at him. He was getting married. To Ginny. He didn’t think he had been happier in his entire life.

“Let’s go,” he said, striding to the door and throwing it open, walking out of it and into his future.


Several years after that, they were standing in Diagon Alley. Ginny has holding a fifteen month old Patience, bouncing her absently as she watched Harry. He was crouched down next to Jamie, pointing at the trainer broom in the window that he was still a little too young for but Jamie was clapping and laughing excitedly anyway.

“Your birthday’s coming,” Harry whispered loudly to him. “And if we are both very good, maybe we can talk mummy into getting it for you.” Both of them looked up at mummy, who just shook her head at her husband before moving her gaze to her son.

“We’ll see.”

Jamie clapped with glee, knowing the odds were pretty good that mummy was going to cave and allow daddy to buy it for him. Harry rose up, scooping his son up as he moved and settled him onto his hip so he could see into the store as he laughed. He slipped his hand into Ginny’s and brought it to his lips.

Ginny laughed at them and nodded when Jamie pointed at the window, yelling at her to look at the Chudley jerseys. She rolled her eyes when Harry began begging for one too and her gaze moved away from them as she laughed and she glanced across the street. Her eyes met Beth’s as she gazed at them, having come to a stop on the other side when she heard Harry laughing. Her eyes went back to Harry for a second when he laughed again, ruffling his son’s hair before she looked back to Ginny.

She could tell he was happy and she smiled. Ginny smiled back and watched as a man came up behind Beth, kissing her neck and handing her an ice-cream before running his hand over her bulging stomach. He followed her gaze to Ginny but didn’t show any signs of recognition.

“Someone you know?” he asked and Beth looked up at him and shook her head with a smile.

“Not really.”

“Well let’s go before you start complaining again about how I got you into this position,” he said giving her a kiss and she laughed, running a hand over her stomach.

“Well you did,” she said and he took her hand as they began to walk as he shook his head.

“You helped,” he murmured and she laughed at him, glancing back across the street once more to see Ginny watching them. Beth continued to watch for a second as Ginny’s focus was pulled back to Harry as he pulled her up against him…

“What are you looking at,” Harry asked, giving her a kiss on the neck.

“Nothing,” she said before pulling his head down into a much deeper kiss.

“Mmm… ready to go home love?” Harry asked when he pulled back, his eyes flashing at her and she nodded, biting her lip as her eyes sparkled at him and he grinned. “Let’s get little Chudders home then,” he said and she rolled her eyes.

“We are not calling him that,” she said as he sank down in front of her. “Harry, stop… we’re in public.”

“So?” he asked as he lifted her shirt and kissed her stomach, which was just beginning to show. “Come on Jamie, give your brother a kiss,” he urged and the squirming bundle in his arms leaned over, giving a wet smack of a kiss to his mum’s stomach. “And what’s your brother’s name James?”

“Chudders!” he yelled happily and Ginny rolled her eyes even as she laughed and turned to Patience. “We are not calling him that right?” she asked and Patience said “Bah!” – what she had been saying incessantly over the past week.

“No Patience! You want his name to be Chudders and you know it,” Harry cried dramatically as he stood up and snatched his daughter from Ginny so that he was holding both of his children. Patience squealed as he bounced her and buried her head in his shoulder. “See,” he smirked at Ginny and she gave an affronted look.

“Traitor!” she muttered but brightened as Jamie reached his arms out to her and leaned forward. She snatched him from Harry and settled him onto her hip.

“Traitor!” Harry said but Jamie just wrapped his arms around Ginny’s neck.

“Mummy’s going to buy me a broom!” he yelled, ducking his head into Ginny’s neck and Harry opened his mouth as Ginny laughed.

“That’s right Harry, mummy’s going to buy him a broom… and what’s your brother’s name love?”

“Benjamin!” Jamie yelled and Harry’s eyes narrowed as Ginny laughed in triumph.

“We’ll settle this at home,” he said, breaking into a grin and Ginny raised an eyebrow as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “First one to scream loses,” he breathed and she smiled.

“You are so going to lose, love.”

He kissed her neck. “Possibly, but it will sure be worth it to try.”



And that’s all she wrote. I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for everyone who has stuck with this story. I loved reading all of your entertaining and encouraging reviews along the way, and even those slightly threatening ones when submissions were closed for a week… ;) I’m glad we all made it… hehe… And thanks to everyone who just read along. I hope you liked it; I certainly enjoyed writing it for you. ~ Princess :)

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