The Potter Surprise

1. Musings

Ginny's P.O.V.

He let something slip. Oh fucking Merlin, what am I going to do? The light of my heart, my brother and best friend what the hell are they doing. It's not like I didn't expect it to be something like this I even said something like that at Dumbledore's funeral but to hear conformation from my boyfriend… no ex-boyfriends mouth it paled me.

'Harry James Potter what are you doing?' I asked the posters The Harpies smiled cockily. If I get onto the team I will not become cocky like Morgan I promised myself, trying to distract myself. So the man, boy, man tomorrow I love is going to try and defeat You-Know-Who.

Would he come home? Would he die?

There it was I thought it. Had I accepted it? Fuck no! Well I want something to remember him by and if You-Know-Who gets him… no hell survive he's the bloody boy who lived after all. But if we don't see him for years at least I'll know the last memory he has of us will be my body. I don't think I'm cocky or anything but with by gorgeous copper hair and smouldering chocolate eyes finished off with my curves well there's a reason Potters like red heads.

Falling to sleep with plans of seduction in her mind Ginerva Molly Weasley relaxed for the first time since the break up.

Harry's P.O.V.

Harry lay on his bed listening to Ron's breathings. Ron was always such a deep sleeper lucky really with all the nightmares Harry had had whether it be his mother and father, Cedric, Sirius, Dumbledore, Voldemort or the connection. Voldemort. Who was Gorgorovitch? What was his connection with Quidditch? Why did Voldemort want him? What had happened with their wands? Brothers? Where were the other horcruxes? What were they?

But the question that burned on his mind was Ginny? Did she love him? Did he do the right thing not telling her anything? Oh Ginny, my Gin. All he wanted was her love. Grow up, getting married, having children. It was times like this that he felt most embittered toward Voldemort and even a bit to Dumbledore. He thought of cherry taste of her lips on his. The way her eyes blazed deep brown with a fire that held his never wanting to let her go. The curves on her that he wanted to hold forever. The way their bodies moulded together when they snogged… snogged such an ugly word for something so passionate. Cho was nothing to Ginny. He hoped they would end up together after? Would there be a after? But if not he hoped she would find a good man no matter how good he was he would never be good enough for his Gin.

Two days till he would leave and maybe never come back: one way or another it would be over. Ginny was the only reason to live more than Hermione more than Ron. Three words that kept his hope alive: Ginerva Molly Weasley.