And Finally the Happily Ever After

You hadn't spoken in days. It had been a huge fight – perhaps a relationship damaging one. You didn't know what to do.

You had wanted to spend the day with her, she had wanted to spend the day with her family (which you weren't welcome in) and you fought over it. She had gotten mad, and then she had Disapparated out of the flat you shared.

That was three days ago now. She had never returned.

Sitting down on the sole couch in the flat, you stare at the photograph that is sitting on the coffee table. You can't help but smile at it. You're both so happy there. She has her arms around your neck, her cheek pressed to yours, and you're both waving at the camera.

That had been a good day, yet so long ago. That had been when you were both head-over-heels for each other, careless and free.

So much had changed since then. Her family had found out, your family had found out. Neither had been overly accepting.

"What do you mean she?" your father had asked, a glass of Firewhisky in his hand.

"I have a girlfriend," you tried to explain, knowing it was no use. "Her name's Ginny… Ginny Weasley."

That had been a frightful day as you were forced to endure your father's yelling and shouting, and the odd object exploding in the house as he directed his anger at the replaceable possessions. You weren't overly frightened, because you had expected it, but it had still been awful.

They were never going to be happy for you.

Ginny's family hadn't been much better, but at least they hadn't shouted, or told her to get out of their house. No, they had shown their displeasure in other ways. More subtly.

Maybe that was worse.

"It's okay," she had soothed as you cried on her shoulder one day, not long after you had publically announced your relationship. "We don't need them."

And, for a long time, you hadn't. She missed her family, you knew that. You saw the pain in her eyes every day she was away from them, but she had suffered a year with only speaking to them on occasions.

Then, three days ago, she had snapped. And you had caused it.

You were an idiot.

Just as you set the frame down on the table again, there was a pop. You looked up, searching for the source of the noise, and your heart is overwhelmed by the sight of red hair striding towards you. You get to your feet, a stupid grin on your face, and she takes you into her arms.

"I'm sorry," she whispers.

"For what?" you ask, confused. She did nothing wrong. It was all you.

"For being unreasonable," she whispers, her lips pressed into your hair. "I'm sorry."

In that moment, you don't care for an apology. You're just glad to be holding her in your arms again. Maybe she had been a little unreasonable, but she had you, and for that, you could forgive her.

You pull away from her embrace and look her up and down. She's so beautiful; how was it that you only came to love her a few years ago?

"As long as you forgive me too," you whisper.

She smiles and then nods. "Always," she assures you.

You smile back, and then close the gap between your mouths. You've never kissed her like that before, and it feels so good. It's a kiss filled with passion and love, and in that moment you realise that she loves you just as much as you love her.

Nothing could make you happier.

This is probably my favourite of all four. And, apparently Pansy only likes to be written in second person. This is not my doing. I hope you like!