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     When Harry, Ron, and Hermione had finished lunch, they headed upstairs to do some much-needed practicing


with their Feindfyre, (although they still dared not use actual Feindfyre at such an early stage, or in the house). As


the trio passed Ginny’s room, however, Harry stopped.  


     “You two go ahead,” he told them. “I’ll see you in a minute.” He saw Ron and Hermione exchange knowing


looks before Ron gave him a wink and Hermione wished him good luck as they left him alone on the landing. Harry 


took a deep breath, before knocking on Ginny’s closed door. She had to know it was him. She would have heard


them coming up the stairs and what they had said.


     “Come in,” came Ginny’s voice from inside. Harry took another deep breath. He wondered how many deep


breaths he had taken in the last ten minutes since he had decided that this was the best time to do what he had


known all along was right. 


     His heart raced as he opened the door and stepped inside. Ginny’s room was a bright and cheery place, with


large green posters flashing the Holyhead Harpies logo, team members’ pictures and names, a photos of their


stadium, and season schedules at him form every direction. It was a green and white version of Ron’s room.


     Ginny was sitting with her back to Harry at a desk that stood next to the window. Harry couldn’t see her face but


he could tell that she was probably staring vacantly out the window. He gave a small cough to announce his


presence, Ginny did not turn around.


   “Ginny, it’s me,” he said softly. He heard her give a small gasp, and then she turned around so fast that her read


hair whipped her face and she winced as she had cricked her neck.


     “Harry! I’m so sorry. I thought it was Mum or Fleur again,” she said. Harry’s heart raced even faster. He had


planned all during lunch what he was going to day and how he was going to reconcile with her, but now he found


that he couldn’t speak, he was so taken, as ever, by her beauty.


    “Hi,” Harry said with an effort. He cringed at how weak it sounded. Pull yourself together, Harry, he thought.


This is Ginny, YOUR Ginny. She’s not going to laugh at you. 


    “Hi, yourself,” she said. She was looking at him expectantly. Harry tried to clear his throat, but failed, resulting


in his voice sounding terribly raspy when he spoke. “I was wondering,” he said. He tried again to clear his throat,


successfully, this time. “I was wondering,” he began again, “whether you would...” his voice caught in his throat 


again. How many times would he have to restart what he was saying. He was embarrassing himself and making it


clear to see just how nervous he was. Somthing that Ginny did not miss. “I was wondering,” he began a third time,


“Whether you would like to be my date for the wedding?”


     “Really,” Ginny said, eyes wide, clearly trying hard not to look to hopeful. “But I thought you said we were


safer away from each other?”


     “I don’t think it makes a difference for me,” Harry said trying and failing to grin at his joke. Ginny smiled


weakly. “But, well, lets just say Ron and Hermione talked some sense into me,” He finished really smiling this


time. “The truth is, that I made a mistake breaking up with you, your whole family is in just as much danger just


from associating with me as you would be if we were together. And also, Malfoy and Snape have both had plenty of


time to tell the Death Eaters about us and they weren’t even around when I broke up with you. In fact, I don’t think


anyone even knows we broke up accept Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna, so what good did breaking up do




     Again Harry cleared his throat. “So I guess what I’m trying to say is, will you forgive me and take me


back, because I miss you just as much as you miss me.” Ginny stared at him for a moment, then a smile grew on


her lips and eventually she threw herself into his arms.


     “Of course I will, Harry,” she almost shouted. “How could I not. Not being able to spend time around you was


Destroying  me. I Love you and I want to stand by you when you bring down Voldemort .” It was the first time she


had said Voldemort’s name.


     “Thank you, Ginny. Being apart was hurting me just as much. So I’m guessing that’s a yes to being my date at


the wedding?” Harry asked.


     “Most definitely,” Ginny replied grinning, before giving him a passionate kiss that was most definitely a long


time coming.


     “I better head upstairs,” he said after they broke apart. “Ron and Hermione will be wondering what on earth


we’re doing down here.” Ginny smiled at him for what felt like the hundredth time in the last two minutes. She


really couldn’t get enough of those sparkling Emerald Green eyes that she used to get lost in so easily.


     “Harry,” she said as he was about to leave the room. “Happy birthday.”


     “Thanks,” Harry replied. “For everything.”


     As he climbed the stairs to Ron’s attic bedroom, Harry reflected that for all his hardships, he really was the


luckiest man alive to have a girl like Ginny.

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