To say that Harry was worried about how Ginny was going to take the
news that they had to be married in twelve days was a definite
understatement. He was downright terrified.
Remus had left
Harry and returned to mingle with the partygoers, so Harry decided to
walk around to try to clear his mind. Maybe the cool dusk air would
somehow inspire him.
"Hello, Harry," said Luna, who was wearing a bright yellow set of robes with butterbeer corks sewn into the hem. "Lovely party."
"Thanks, Luna," said Harry with a small smile. "I'm glad you could make it."
well," she began, "it's not everyday that you get to spend an evening
in the company of a Weasley, now is it?" Ron had been manoeuvred into
dancing with Luna twice by Harry's count, and despite his own problems,
Harry had to grin.
"I suppose not," Harry said as Ginny walked behind her, catching Harry's eye for a second.
Luna sighed. "You pursue your Weasley and I'll pursue mine," she said airily and walked off.
"Wait a minute," said Harry to her retreating form. "I'm not – "
Harry held his arm out for a moment after she had disappeared, feeling foolish for yelling.
he lowered his arm and turned around, he almost ran into Ginny. She
wore a wry smile on her face and held two glasses in her hand. "Care
for some punch? Talking with Luna can dry the mouth out like nothing
else," she said, pushing one of the cups into Harry's hand.
thanks," he said, taking the drink and giving it an obligatory sip.
"You, uh...having a good time?" Harry felt stupid; he was acting as if
this were the first time he had ever met her, but thankfully, Ginny
didn't seem to notice.
Ginny smiled. "I am, actually. The
punch is good, the cake wasn't charmed to make us all sprout extra
heads, and even Mum seems to be handling all the guests well." Her
smile dimmed and she reached out a hand for Harry's shoulder. "But
there's something wrong with you, isn't there, Harry? I can tell. You
seem a little guarded."
Nervously looking to the ground, Harry said, "Do I? Um, well...yes, I suppose I am a little nervous."
"Care to talk about it?" Ginny asked.
looked back to her face and was grateful they had been friends the past
year, or their impending conversation would be even more unbearable.
Still, Harry wasn't quite ready to broach the subject with her.
actually like a chance to think about it some more, if that's all
right," Harry said. "For reasons that won't be clear until we talk,
you're the only one I can actually talk with about it."
Ginny's hand slipped off of his arm. "Well, just let me know," she said and walked past him.
drained his cup and located the punch bowl, looking for a refill.
Before long, he found himself back in the seat he'd been in when Remus
had unloaded the news in the first place.
After a few minutes
of quiet rumination, Ron plopped down across from him, in the seat
recently occupied by Remus. "You gonna just sit here for the rest of
the night," Ron began, "or are you going to have some fun?"
Harry blinked. "I think I will just sit here, Ron. In fact...that's a perfectly reasonable solution."
his friend a quizzical glance, Ron took Harry's glass from the small
table and sniffed at it. "Not spiked," he said to himself. "You feeling
all right, mate? You look well out of it to me."
to look at Ron, Harry shook his head. "I couldn't even begin to tell
you, Ron. Remus just dropped a very large..." Harry paused as he tried
to figure out how he was going to tell Ron without tripping the
punishment. "A very large problem in my lap just now and I'm having a
tough time sorting through it."
Ron placed Harry's drink on the table and leaned back into his chair. "You want to talk about it?"
With a sigh, Harry mimicked his friend, reclining in his chair. "I can't. It's part of the problem, actually."
"Well, is it about You-Know-Who?" Ron whispered, inching forward a bit.
said Harry with a wave of his hand. "It's much worse than that. But
don't try to figure it out." A musical laugh resonated across the field
and Harry's eyes instantly found Ginny's smiling face. "As soon as I
tell her, I can tell you."
Ron looked to where Harry's gaze
was fixed and back to Harry. "What's this got to do with my sister?" he
asked in a slightly colder voice. "She's not in trouble is she?"
Harry let out a hollow laugh and forced himself to look away from Ginny. "Actually, I'm the one that's going to be in trouble."
knocked back the rest of his punch with a loud swallow and set the mug
down on the table next to Harry's. "Personally, I think if it's not got
anything to do with Lord Nutters, then you'd better thank your lucky
stars." Ron rose and stretched, then jabbed a thumb in Ginny's
direction. "Oh, and Harry? Stop staring at my sister's bum."
Harry's face heated. "What are you on about?" he hollered. "I'm not staring at her. I'm not even thinking about her."
Harry. I'm off to find Hermione," he said with a significant look.
"Wish me luck." Ron walked back to the knots of people milling around
the food table, presumably to find their bushy-haired friend.
rose as well, but headed for the small hill that overlooked the
village, grateful he was of age now and could cast his own insect
repellent charms. The lights of the village were just now coming on as
the sun set on the horizon, already masked by the trees in the
distance. The air seemed sweeter here and the music from the party
filtered up to his ears.
Having only closed his eyes for a second, Harry was slightly startled when he heard someone say, "Mind if I sit here?"
his eyes open, Harry found Ginny sitting next to him, her back to the
same tree he was leaning against. "Of course you can sit here. It is
your house after all."
Ginny looked thoughtful and said,
"Well, it's yours now too, you know. Mum wouldn't have it any other way
and since you don't have to go back to your aunt's again, and since you
have to sleep somewhere...."
Pulling himself forward, Harry
broke off a few blades of grass from the ground and twirled them in his
hand. "I suppose you're right. Your family means the world to me, you
Her hand slipped into his and Harry's stomach seemed to
drop to the ground. "I know, Harry," Ginny said with a smile. "You mean
the world to us, too."
They looked into each other's eyes for
a moment before Harry's gaze fell to their hands. "There's something I
need to tell you, Ginny...something big and I don't know exactly how to
Ginny squeezed his hand and said, "Whatever it is, Harry, it sounds like it's got to be said. So just tell me."
looked up again and found her smirk entirely too cute for what was
about to happen. "All right. But you have to promise two things. First,
don't interrupt me until I've finished and second...no hexing me. It's
not my fault."
To Harry's consternation, her smile only
increased. "Well, that's a switch. Harry Potter admitting that
something isn't his fault."
"You're laughing now, but I guarantee you won't be in a few minutes," Harry said.
smile fell, and she gave him a penetrating stare. "What could possibly
be so terrible, Harry? Just tell me," she pleaded.
deep breath, Harry cleared his mind and began. "There's this ancient
Wizarding tradition that's apparently still legal, and our fathers,
yours and mine," he said, pointing a thumb at her, then him, "somehow
invoked it just before you were born. There's no way to get out of the
bargain once it's been made without activating this whopping bad hex.
I'm the only one that can tell you and no one can say anything about it
until I have, so we can't ask your father anything at all until I've
"Harry," Ginny interrupted. "You still haven't told me what it is."
"Right," Harry said. "You see.... We, um...have to get married."
joking, right?" she blurted. "This is a joke and you're really Fred or
George and you'll change back and yell 'GOTCHA!', right?" Ginny buried
her face in her hands and whispered, "Tell me you're joking."
A burning glob of bile swelled in Harry's throat. "I'm not that bad, am I? I mean, it's not like I planned this, you know."
"No, Harry. You don't understand," Ginny said shakily, still burying her head in her hands.
"Then explain it to me," Harry said, getting more and more aggravated by Ginny's reaction.
"I can't, Harry. It's not that simple, and I'm not sure I understand myself."
stood and started to pace in front of the tree. "Well, let me finish
telling you the rest of our situation. Not only do we have to get
married, but we have to do it by your birthday." Ginny was watching
Harry and he saw the colour drain from her face. "Oh, it gets better,"
Harry continued. "If we don't get married, or don't...how did Remus put
it? Consummate our marriage within thirty-six hours of the ceremony, or
don't follow a whole host of convoluted rules, your body's time clock
goes forward forty years and my...thing stops working. Forever."
birthday's in less than twelve days," Ginny exclaimed. She brought her
knees up and folded her arms across them, letting her head sink onto
her arms. "It's too fast," she muttered.
Ginny's head jerked up. "You know when my birthday is?"
"Of course I know," Harry said testily. "That's not the issue here."
"There's no need to get shirty with me, Harry," Ginny said calmly.
"Well, if you'd show a little bit of sympathy here, I might be calmer about it," he retorted.
Ginny stood, brushed her skirt off and pinned Harry with a steely gaze. Harry stopped pacing.
"Listen here, Mister
Potter. Neither of us asked for this. This isn't just about you
anymore, so I'd appreciate it if you'd consider someone other than
yourself for a minute."
Harry guffawed. "I would if you'd tell me what you have against being married to me!"
complicated!" she shot back. "I'm not even sixteen yet. Do you expect
me to just jump into your arms, smile, bat my eyelashes and fall in
love with you?"
"Well, no," Harry spluttered. "But you could at least not act like I'm half troll or you're about to hurl or something."
narrowed her eyes and stepped up to Harry. "With the way you've been
acting, it'd be no small surprise if we found out you were."
"Hey!" Harry said as Ginny walked past him. "At least I'm trying here."
stopped and turned around to face him. "You're right," she said with a
sigh. "I'm sorry. It's just that I can't wrap my mind around this whole
"Tell me about it," Harry replied.
right," Ginny said with a sudden grin. "I will. You know all about my
crush on you, so you know I've had...feelings for you since I was a
Harry nodded, not entirely sure where this conversation was going.
"Hermione told me she said I had given up on you. Is that right?"
Harry nodded again.
of Ginny's fingers found a piece of her long red hair and began to
twirl it absently. "When I said that, I had mostly reckoned that you
would never be attracted to me that way. So I started dating other
"Michael Corner, Dean Thomas, and Colin Creevey,"
Harry said, counting them off on his fingers, giving a small shudder at
the last name.
Ginny smiled. "That's right," she said. "You
and I had become pretty good friends, and when I was dating Dean, I
reckoned that it was better to be your friend than to not be anything
to you. When I dumped Colin, I realized something, though. I realized
that none of the boys I was dating were what I needed and that what I
needed, you had, Harry."
Looking at Ginny then, the rising
moon sending a pale glow around her face, Harry had to wonder why he
hadn't ever used the word 'pretty' to describe her. "I have something
you need?" he asked, his voice sounding strange to his ears.
"Yes, Harry. I realized that I'm still powerfully attracted to you."
Harry swallowed as she moved closer to him.
what you've just told me.... What we've got to do in twelve days. It's
just...it's just crazy, Harry." Ginny put her hands on his bare arms
and a shiver ran up his spine. "Do you see how crazy it is?"
mad," Harry said. "The whole concept. But you do understand the
consequences, don't you? What's going to happen if we don't get
Ginny's hands fell away from his arms and wound
around her chest. "Yes. Mum went through menopause a couple of years
ago. I'm all too familiar with the effects. Poor Dad, he really bore
the brunt of the changes, though."
Harry shrugged and said,
"Yeah, well, according to Remus, it's not just menopause, the urges
won't go away, either. So imagine being ravenously hungry, having piles
of food in front of you, smelling it, watching other people eating it,
but your mouth is sealed shut and you can't ever get it open to taste
Ginny made a face. "Talk about miserable," she said.
over Ginny's shoulder, Harry noticed the lights in the Burrow had come
on and people were filtering inside. "Listen, Ginny. I know this isn't
going to be easy, but let's at least think about it, all right?"
tell me one thing, Harry," Ginny said, pushing on his chin until he was
looking at her. "How do you feel about me? Could you...could you love
Harry fought off a flush of embarrassment. "Could I?
Well, of course I could," he said, looking back at the Burrow. "It's
not like you're ugly or anything."
"What?" she screeched. "So I'm just another pretty face to the great Harry Potter?"
"N-No," Harry stammered, back-pedalling. "I mean, you're my friend. I just haven't really ever looked at you that way before."
"No," Ginny repeated. "I suppose that's the problem, isn't it?"
Ginny turned to leave, but Harry caught her arm. "Hey! What did I say?" Harry asked, grasping for control of the conversation.
you've sorted out how you feel about me, then we'll talk about this,
okay? Until then, I'd suggest you leave me the hell alone."
struggled to release Harry's grasp, but he wasn't finished. "How I feel
about you? You've never told me how you feel about me! Why do I have to
be the one to sort things out first?"
A wicked grin flashed on
Ginny's face. "You don't get it, do you, Harry? You're the wizard, I'm
the witch. You have the obligation to initiate things. I don't even
have a ring yet."
She made another attempt to leave, but Harry
clamped down on her arm. Ginny grimaced and flung out her other hand. A
bolt of yellow light flew from her fingers and zapped Harry below the
"AHH!" yelled Harry, releasing Ginny and falling to the ground.
Then, without another glance at Harry, Ginny strode swiftly down the hill and into the Burrow.
"What just happened, here?" Harry asked himself, as he examined the smoking hole in his trousers.
the verge of both crying and screaming as many profanities as she could
recall, Ginny stormed down the hill and through the tight knots of
party guests. She ignored Hermione and Luna as they approached her from
different directions, concern on the former's face, airy indifference
on the latter's. Reaching the Burrow, Ginny flung open the kitchen door
and raced for her room, where she could finally allow her control to
Once the door was shut, she let out a feral cry and
grabbed the first thing that was within reach, and was sufficiently
heavy, her Charms textbook. It flew across the room and slammed into
the wall, leaving a sizeable dent in the plaster, then bounced onto her
It wasn't enough.
Ginny grabbed her book bag and
slung it around until the contents were strewn across the floor. Then
she kicked at her chair and winced at the stabbing pain in her toe.
"Sodding Harry Potter!" she yelled, balling her fists and sinking to the floor.
Her door sprung open and Ginny heard her mother suck in a breath. "What in the name of Merlin?"
didn't answer, too afraid of letting loose with the many epithets
swirling around in her head. Instead, she let her hair fall in front of
her face and vainly hoped that her mother would leave well enough alone.
her mum pushed the strewn quills and parchment out of the way and sat
awkwardly down on the floor in front of her. "Ginny? What's got you
upset, dear? Did I hear Harry's name?"
A twitch started in Ginny's eye at the mention of his name. Still, Ginny remained silent, though her breathing was now becoming more rapid with the effort to not scream.
"Come here, pumpkin," Molly's voice soothed and she took her daughter into her arms.
let her, not really caring at first, but as her mum's hands rubbed her
back, she found herself relaxing. Her fists unclenched and her emotions
rushed towards the opposite end of the spectrum. Tears blurred her
vision and Ginny gave a great shuddering sigh.
"I really do
love him," Ginny said into her mum's shoulder, not really talking to
anyone. "He's kind and caring and brave and..." She sighed again. "Such
a great, stupid, pillock."
Molly's hands stilled and she pushed Ginny away slowly, looking into her eyes. "What did Harry do, sweetheart?"
Ginny pushed her hair out of her face, wiped her eyes and said, "It's really not his fault. It's sort of Dad's fault."
"Arthur?" Molly said. "What does your father have to do with Harry?"
With a grimace, Ginny thought quickly. She didn't want her father to get into trouble with her mum, but all the same, he was
the one responsible for this mess. "Well, he sort of promised Harry's
father that we'd be married and that promise is kind of...binding."
colour drained from Molly's face. "You mean like an arranged marriage?"
she said, her voice rising in pitch at the last word.
nodded. "Exactly like that, except...there's all these rules and – and
punishments if we don't do things exactly right, and I don't think
there's a way out of it."
Molly's jaw was set and she was staring at a point somewhere over Ginny's shoulder.
Ginny asked quietly. "Don't hurt Dad too badly. I know this is all
really sudden, but the last part of the arrangement is that we have to
be married by my next birthday or..."
Molly's eyes were getting wider and wider as Ginny spoke and when she stopped, Molly said, "Yes? Or what?"
"Or," Ginny said tentatively, "or Harry and I both lose the ability to make babies."
had never seen her mother's face go from white to red so fast, nor had
she ever seen Molly move quite as quickly as she did just then. The
door to Ginny's bedroom was blasted open, leaving it dangling
precariously on one twisted hinge. Molly was at the bottom of the
stairs before Ginny could even get off the floor.
discharged his duty to inform Ginny of their mutual predicament, Harry
made a bee-line for Arthur. The eldest Weasley was fiddling with the
wireless receiver by the punch bowl, and as Harry approached, seemed to
find the station he was looking for. A slow parade of music came out of
the unit and the dancing resumed.
"Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked tentatively.
Turning around to face Harry, Arthur set his drink down and said, "Ah, Harry. How does it feel to be an adult?"
"Absolutely corking," Harry deadpanned. "Do you mind if Remus and I have a word with you?"
Remus had apparently spotted Harry and Arthur and was making his way over from where he had been dancing with Tonks.
"Well," Arthur started uncertainly, "of course, Harry. What can I do for you?"
arrived and gave Harry a significant glance. Harry nodded and said, "I
told her, Remus. She left a nice little something to remember her by,
When Harry pointed to the charred hole in his trousers
and the red mark on his leg, Remus bit his lips together and said,
"Yes, that can happen."
"Who did that?" asked Arthur. "It wasn't Ginny, was it?"
"Actually," Harry said, "that's precisely what I need to ask you about."
looked from Harry to Remus and back again. "We'd better get ourselves a
drink, then. This sounds too serious to be without some lubrication."
Remus raised his eyebrows but followed Arthur as they all re-filled their cups at the punch bowl.
Once they were settled in on some chairs, Harry started in. "What do you know about the Wizarding Decree of 1016?"
me get this straight," Arthur said ten minutes later. "Your father and
I made a binding, arranged, magical marriage. Now you've got to marry
my daughter by her next birthday, or you both become the equivalent of
an unwilling monk and nun?"
Harry's face was in his hands and Remus sighed. "That about sums it up," Lupin replied for Harry.
we'd like to know," Harry said, bringing his head back up, "is how on
earth did this all happen? Did you really pledge to marry your daughter
off to me?"
Arthur hesitated and opened his mouth, as if to
say something. Then he closed it again and let out a breath. This
repeated a few more times before he finally said, "I'm not entirely
sure. There was one time James and I were on an assignment for the
Order. He may have said something like, 'I'll marry my son to your
daughter if we get out of this alive' but...I didn't think it would be
of any significance. I mean, it's just one of those things you say in
moments like that."
Harry snorted and Remus leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and stretching out his legs. "Well, it seems that it was
a binding contract, Arthur. You and James made a pledge. You were both
Purebloods, you shook on it, and you both survived the ordeal, making
the contract binding."
When Remus finished, Arthur drained the rest of his drink and with one word, summed up how Harry felt, "Blimey."
say. So what do I do now?" asked Harry. "Ginny's mad at me for Merlin
knows what. She doesn't want anything to do with me, let alone get
married to me, and we've got twelve days to sort this out before I lose the ability to do something I haven't even had the chance to do yet!"
Arthur and Remus started chuckling, annoying Harry even more. "Ginny's
an emotional young lady, Harry," Arthur soothed. "Much like her mother,
if there's any doubt, but I...."
However, Arthur didn't get a
chance to finish, for out of the Burrow came the very person they were
discussing. Molly Weasley was walking as fast as Harry had ever seen
her move without running, and as she made her way to their location,
Harry could hear the same high-pitched, high-volume voice that made her
"Arthur Harold Weasley! What in the name of
Merlin were you thinking! How utterly careless and irresponsible could
one wizard be? Selling off his daughter's love to a family we hardly
As Molly approached, Arthur rose to his feet, hands
behind his back and head bowed. Remus and Harry rose also, in a show of
solidarity, though Harry thought that many of Molly's points quite
closely summed up his own feelings on the matter.
"Now, Molly, dear," Arthur began, when she had stopped in front of him.
you 'Molly, dear' me. I've half a mind to hex your bits so they don't
work properly, either." Arthur blanched, but Molly wasn't finished.
"And what's worse? We have twelve days to figure something out. Twelve days!"
"Yes, Molly, you see...."
don't want to hear one word of excuse from you. We need to go to the
Minister and have this whole affair overturned at once. It's the only
proper thing to do."
"W-Well," Arthur spluttered. "It's not that simple, I'm afraid."
apparently seeing that Molly was ready to have another go at Arthur,
stepped into the conversation. "As egregious as this is, he's right,
Molly. Dumbledore took a look at the rules and it's quite explicit that
any attempt to break the contract would result in the immediate
inflicting of the punishment. There's only two outcomes to this, I'm
Molly looked from Remus to a thoroughly dejected
Arthur, and finally, to Harry. "Oh, my dear boy," she said, and
enveloped him in a tight hug. "And you don't even have parents here to
demand explanations from."
Molly pulled away, but kept her
arms around his back. "We'll think of something, Harry. You and Ginny
will be all right, no matter what we have to do."
first time since Remus had appeared at his party, Harry felt a small
surge of hope that even if his and Ginny's friendship was currently
ruined, they would find a way to mend things and in time, hopefully, to
make the most of their situation.
"As for you, Arthur," Molly
said, releasing Harry and turning to face her husband. "I don't expect
to see you darken the doorway to our bedroom for at least a week."
turned on her heel and walked stiffly, slowly, proudly back to the
Burrow. Remus's eyes were dancing and Arthur was doing a reasonable
impression of a goldfish.
"Well, Harry," Remus said. "Do try to get some sleep tonight. I suspect that things will be much better after some rest."
the least bit convinced, Harry followed Mrs. Weasley and walked into
the Burrow. When he entered the kitchen, Ron and Hermione were waiting
"Quick, Harry," Hermione whispered, shooting a nervous glance at the stairs. "You better come with us to the living room."
"All right," Harry said, but was instantly quieted by Hermione's frantically waving arms.
"Shhh," she said. "Come on."
He followed them into the living room and sat on the sofa across from the loveseat they occupied. "What's going on?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't really know."
for the third time that evening, he related how his father had left him
an inheritance, but that the inheritance was neither wealth, nor
property, only an unending headache involving another redhead in the
life of a Potter.
When Harry had finished, Ron's jaw was
threatening to hit the table, Hermione was looking like someone who
would rather be eating glass and Harry just wanted to be asleep. Then,
without warning, Hermione rose and walked over to the fireplace.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked, now apparently capable of coherent speech.
Hermione grabbed a handful of Floo powder and, acting as if he hadn't said anything, said, "Light a fire for me, Ron."
"Tell me where you're going first," he demanded, but took out his wand just the same.
"To the Ministry, Ron. We've got to do something."
something?" he replied. "What could we possibly do? Harry's in a mess
bigger than anything we've ever dealt with before and you charging into
an empty Ministry building isn't going to help."
Hermione set her jaw and said, "You light that fire and I'll worry about what's useless and what's not, Ron."
With a flick of his wand, a cheery fire burned in the grate and Hermione was gone in a flash of green flames.
"Completely mad, she is," Ron said, returning to his spot on the sofa.
"Yeah," agreed Harry. "But you have to love her."
Ron crooked an eyebrow and said, "Is that why you're upset with this whole marriage thing? Because you love Hermione?"
had been a source of endless amusement for Harry and Ron to tease each
other about the other one being in love with Hermione. "Nah," said
Harry with the wave of a hand. "She's too bossy for me. You, on the
other hand, need a girl like that in your life to keep you humble."
"Me?" Ron said with feigned shock. "I like my girls curvy and quiet."
"Yeah, right," Harry said noncommittally. "You and Victor Krum."
"What's Vicky got to do with anything?" Ron retorted, though Harry thought he could see the humour leave his eyes.
"I'm just saying that you both have similar taste in women, and they don't involve major curves or quiet." Harry smirked at his friend's silence, but was instantly regretful when Ron turned the tables.
you must be right happy with this whole thing with Ginny." The smug
look on Ron's face made him sick. "I mean, you've been pining over her
for at least a year and now you've got your chance to ask her properly."
"Since when does the idea of me boinking your sister appeal to you so much?" Harry asked to deflect the attack.
Ron's smile, if it were possible, widened. "So you admit it? You do fancy her?"
"Even if I did," Harry temporized, "she's not exactly tripping over herself to get to me, now is she?"
sat back in his seat and his grin changed from sadistic pleasure to a
grimace. "No, I suppose not. One thing about Weasley women you've got
to learn is how to distract them from what they think they want with
what they really want."
"Huh?" Harry asked, thoroughly confused.
you know what a girl wants," Ron started explaining more slowly, "but
she's upset at you for something stupid, say...you said she looked fat
– then all you have to do is give her what she wants in the first
"Ron," Harry said, shaking his head. "You aren't making a bit of sense."
I'm saying is, you know she wants you – you know she wants you to sweep
her off her feet and do things properly. Make the best of the situation
and she'll forget all about how much she hates you right now."
rubbed at his temples with his middle fingers and pushed his headache
out his nostrils. "So how do I know this? What makes you so sure that
she wants me in the first place?"
The smug look returned to
Ron's face and he tapped his head. "I'm her brother, I understand how a
Weasley thinks; I live above her, I hear almost everything that's said
in her room. I've got inside information."
Ron rose and walked
into the kitchen and as Harry sat in his chair, he couldn't help but
wonder why in the world Ginny would want anything to do with him.
Especially now that he'd messed things up so badly.
A/N: I've been pleasantly shocked at the sheer volume of reviews and positive remarks sent my way.Thank you every so humbly for your support.It makes the writing process even more meaningful. *Hugs*