Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of J.K.R. and I’m not J.K.R., but if I were I wouldn’t have let Dumbledore die… That caused my other ff to become an AU. Damn it!

A/N: Okay, you know what’s annoying me? The fact that I think that this chapter, with Ginny and Harry, came out more nicely than the other one, with Ron and Hermione! I seriously can’t stand Harry and Ginny together, but I love this chapter/one-shot. Maybe it’s just because it’s terribly sad, and I love writing sad things… By the way, this is the last chapter and I wanted to thank all the people that read this story, reviewed those one-shots and put the fiction in their Alert/Fav lists. Leave a review if you feel to even if it’s year 2854, I’ll try to answer you. Enjoy it!

To Danii: Thanks so much sweetheart, and sorry if this chapter made you cry! You’ve been a wonderful beta-reader.

Harry & Ginny

Ginny walked down the path that led to the pond behind the Burrow, and her suspicious were confirmed. Harry was there, her back to her, probably staring in front of him, with his arms wrapped around his knees.

She cleared her throat loudly and approached him. “I think it’s going to rain,” she said slowly.

Harry raised his eyes to Ginny, surprised to find her there. “Why?” he asked softly.

“Oh my gosh, Harry! Ron and Hermione are dancing together. A slow dance,” she exclaimed.

Harry grinned slightly. “Really?”

Ginny nodded, and collapsed onto the grass next to him. Harry glanced at her, but looked away immediately when she turned towards him. “Are you enjoying the wedding?” she asked.

Harry nodded. “Very much. I’ve never been to a wedding in the wizarding world.” He looked away thoughtfully. “I’ve never been to a wedding at all.” He looked at her. “Have you?”

“Once,” she said, tearing up some grass. “It was one of my mum’s cousins, but I can’t remember very well. I was only five.”

Harry nodded. “Percy didn’t show up today, right?” he asked, without knowing why he did so.

“No, and mum was sure he would come. She’s devastated. I know dad also asked Penelope to try to convince him to come, but she couldn’t,” said Ginny, sighing. “Percy’s a git.”

Harry nodded in agreement, then a comfortable silence fell between them, and for a moment, they both wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.

“Are you still determined to leave after the wedding?” Ginny’s voice broke the peace that had fallen between them.

Harry picked up a pebble and threw it in the pond. “Yes,” he answered, looking at the little ripples that spread over the surface.

“With Ron and Hermione?”

“Yes.”

“And without me.”

Her last sentence wasn’t a question, but Harry felt the urge to answer her, to make it clear that she couldn’t come.

“Yes,” he murmured.

Ginny took a deep breath and leaned back on her elbows, staring at the light green ribbons on her chest.

“I like your dress,” said Harry, smiling.

“Very funny,” she muttered darkly.

“No, it’s true, I love it,” he said, casting her a glance. “The green is nice with your hair.”

“Oh, ‘Arry, you are the only one that understands all the efforts that poor Fleur does,” she said, imitating Fleur’s voice.

Harry laughed.

“I think she chose this colour because I hate it,” sighed Ginny.

“Well, I think she chose it because both you and Gabrielle look nice in it,” answered Harry, as his laughter faded away.

“Gabrielle looks nice in everything she wears. Just like her sister,” muttered Ginny. “While I look like a big zucchini that’s been fertilised too much.”

“I like zucchinis,” said Harry, grinning.

“And I like carrots, but I don’t go out with them.”

“Oh, so I’m going out with a zucchini?” asked Harry, amused.

“Oh, so you are going out with me?” asked Ginny sarcastically.

Harry looked at her, taken aback. He bit his bottom lip without answering. How could he be so stupid?

“You know that I’m better than Ron with hexes and counter curses, right?” asked Ginny, playing distractedly with one of her ribbons.

“You are better than him at lots of things,” conceded Harry.

“Kissing?”

“Oh, yes, much better. Ron doesn’t use his tongue enough,” said Harry calmly.

Ginny sat up at once, and looked at him, disturbed. “You didn’t kiss him, did you?”

Harry grinned. “You asked, and I-”

“Just tell me that you didn’t kiss him,” pleaded Ginny.

Harry shook his head, still grinning. “No.” Ginny sighed in relief. “Not yet,” he added with a mischievous smile.

She slapped his arm playfully. “Don’t joke about that, you’re giving me bad images,” she said.

Harry smiled, and then he slowly lay down on his back, with his hands under his head. He felt, rather than saw, Ginny lying down next to him, and sensed her hand on his chest, playing slowly with his tie.

“I like your outfit,” she murmured. “You are elegant.”

“Well, that was my aim, being elegant,” he confirmed. “Fleur suggested I should wear something green to match your dress, but I would rather die than wear something green.”

“You’re not funny,” said Ginny, trying not to laugh.

Harry didn’t reply. He just lay there, smiling, and as he felt Ginny’s body cuddling up next to his own, he felt like he could have stayed there forever. But the sun was already setting and the air that blew was extremely cold, with a vague smell of rain.

“I think it’s really going to rain,” said Ginny.

Harry nodded.

“Shall we go back to the Burrow?”

“I don’t really mind staying here in the rain, but you don’t want to ruin your dress, do you?” he asked teasingly.

Ginny came closer to him and buried her head in his neck cavity. “Okay, I’ll stay here with you, in the rain, until my dress falls to pieces.” She grinned mischievously. “Fleur will have a heart attack.”

“You are evil,” said Harry, smiling.

“Ron’s told me that since I was two and broke all his toys,” she answered. “But I didn’t do that on purpose.”

“Yeah, I bet,” said Harry sarcastically.

Ginny bit his neck and Harry jumped. “I’m a good sister,” she said against his skin. “And a good friend.”

“And a good girlfriend,” added Harry in a whisper. “The best I’ve ever had.”

She started to giggle. “Aren’t I the only one, too?”

Harry thought of Cho. “Yeah, the only one. The only one who meant anything to me,” he answered.

A big drop of rain fell on Harry’s forehead, and another one on Ginny’s exposed neck. Then the storm began in earnest. They heard the screams of the people that were trying to bring everything inside the Burrow, and of the girls that were running frantically towards shelter.

Ginny tightened her arm around Harry, and he turned to cover as much of her as he could with his body.

“They’ll be looking for us sooner or later,” murmured Ginny.

“Let them find us,” Harry murmured back.

“We’ll catch a cold.”

“Your mother’s soup can cure anything,” said Harry reassuringly.

Harry heard her sigh. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her face and hair were wet, and the make-up on her face was already ruined. He smiled at her frailty. No, she wasn’t delicate, but at that very moment, she seemed like a porcelain doll.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and met his. She raised her head a bit, and their lips crashed together. Harry looked at her, and he felt surprise, sadness and pleasure so quickly that, for a moment, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling.

Ginny’s hand passed behind his neck and pulled him closer to her. Their lips explored with hunger, as if they needed each other’s contact to live. Harry’s hand sneaked up her back, and he closed the distance until there was no space between them.

When they finally parted, they lay there, holding tight to each other. Harry’s face under Ginny’s, his chin on her shoulder, his nose buried in her hair, which was falling down from her hairdo. Ginny had her lips on his neck and was brushing it slightly.

Suddenly, Harry heard a sob. He tried to withdraw to look at her, but she tightened her grip on him.

“I just want you to know that I care so much about you,” she whispered, her voice broken with sobs.

Harry placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair. “I know,” he whispered back in her ear. “And I care for you, too.”

“Even if you won’t let me come with you, I’ll always be with you,” she continued.

“I know.”

“I’ll miss you so much,” she said, sobbing, and her tears mixed with the raindrops hitting her face.

“I’ll be missing you too, even if there’ll be Ron and Hermione. I’ll have to do my best not to think of you,” he murmured.

“No,” she said frantically. “No, think of me. It would drive me crazy if you came back and you’d forgotten me.”

“That will never happen,” he promised her.

Ginny nodded and pressed her body against his, burying her face even more deeply in his neck. “I love you,” she murmured, kissing his skin.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I love you, too.”

- The End -