"I don't think I will ever recover."

Ron was lying on his bed, face buried in his pillow as he mumbled the various - copious - unfortunate events that occurred during his meeting with Hermione's parents. Hermione herself was sitting at Ron's feet with a light smile on her face as she patted his leg pitifully.

Ginny and Harry simply stood in the doorway, smirks plastered on their faces.

"How can one man stuff up so badly?" He groaned, "they were only her parents! Bloody hell."

Hermione had long since found her parents again in Australia and after a lengthy reunion, the Grangers settling into their old home again, Hermione agreed to have them meet Ron. She came home stifling a bright smile - he came home mortified.

"I just don't understand how I could- ugh..." he sighed, "they're muggles and I asked- HOW?"

"Honey, it's fine," Hermione soothed trying her hardest not to laugh, "I could tell they loved you."

"You're saying it went well?" He asked desperately, sitting up from his pillow, "did it actually go well?"

"Well, Ron," Ginny interjected, "I wasn't there, but considering what I've managed to collect from your moaning, you asked your muggle in-laws if they were for the Cannons-"

"He did," Hermione confirmed.

She sneaked a glance at Harry slyly before smirking again at Ron, "so... they're not for the Cannons?"

She and Harry burst out into laughter and closed the door to Ron's room as he collapsed back onto his pillow.

"I'm going to grab some biscuits," Ginny managed through the pains in her back from laughing, "want some?"

"I'm fine, Gin," he replied politely.

She narrowed her eyes at him, suddenly sober from her laughing fit. "No your not," she stated after evaluating him for a moment.

As they were walking down the stairs into the kitchen, Ginny flicked her wand. Music began to play from a small muggle radio her father enchanted for her as a present. She usually kept it in her bedroom for "leisurely purposes," but it had sat in the dining room as a table centrepiece for weeks now since Harry's arrival. It started to play an upbeat, blues tune, popping every now and again.

Bouncing her head lightly to beat, Ginny strolled over to an overhead cupboard and swished it open. "Plain, pumpkin or sesame?" Reaching up to the top shelf, she felt a hand snake around her waist and twist her around. Her vision was now consumed by the culprit - Harry.

"Let's dance." He hoisted her onto the counter and smiled, stepping between her legs.

Ginny's eyes widened at him but she smiled regardless, "what?"

"Let's dance," he repeated, offering not further information as he kissed her and pulled her off the counter into a spin.

She started laughing again as they bounced around the kitchen island to the tune. Ginny made the assessment that they looked ridiculous but couldn't seem to find a reason to loose sleep. Harry held her hands firmly as they twisted and turned, both losing breath quickly but continuing to dance to the song. Stepping forwards and backwards and clicking to the beat, Ginny swiftly forgot about the biscuits.

As the song began to slow, Harry finally pulled her close to him and smiled down at her, standing in a loose waltz pose.

"You are so stupid," Ginny puffed, feelings his heartbeat in his chest from the movement.

"You love it," he chuckled as she cupped his face and kissed him.

Neither knew how long they stood there, smiling into the kiss before someone cleared their throat from the door of the kitchen. Ginny quickly opened her eyes and pushed Harry off her sending him to the floor, grabbing at the island hopelessly.

Her face went red as she made eye contact with her mother, father and George.

Next to her, Harry stood from the floor and looked at her, "Ginny, what-?" He looked in the direction of her gaze and almost fell again but that time on his own account. "Hey," he dragged on the sound. "Hey, Mrs Weasley... Mr Weasley..." he paused and slowly nodded, "George..."

There was silence as the five stared each other down until Molly broke apart from her husband and threw her arms out at Harry.

"Oh my dear, I have been waiting for this day!" The stout lady grabbed him with surprising strength and hugged him tightly as Ginny watched in amazement. "I knew it! I knew it all along!" She jabbered before turning to her husband, "didn't I, Dear?"

"I do believe I have heard you say it a good hundred times, Sweetest." Arthur confirmed.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Ginny past Mrs Weasley's shoulder but she could only smile.

Following his wife into the kitchen, Arthur shook Harry's hand to his surprise. "Good luck, son."

Harry's brow furrowed, "I'm sorry, sir?"

"Please, Harry, call me Arthur, and..." he gazed unsurely over to his daughter, hesitantly saying, "you might need that luck."

George's eyes narrowed at Ginny, "what did you do to him? What made him get with you? You didn't steal a love potion, did you-?"

"Dammit George," Ginny walked over to him and punched his shoulder as he retreated - not quite quickly enough.

Walking back through the door she smiled at Harry and ran to him, grabbing his hand and gazing into his green eyes happily.

Mrs Weasley looked as if she were already planning their wedding, "oh, I'm going to make a special dinner tonight!" She clapped her hands together and began to usher everyone out of the kitchen.

"Oh, Mrs Weasley," Harry began.

"Please call me Molly, deary."

He hesitated, "Molly... would you mind if I helped? I used to cook all the time at the Dursley's - I would hate for you to cook something special on my account with my assistance..."

Molly looked on the verge of tears before nodding, "Yes. Yes, of course, Harry." She smiled before hugging him once again, much to Ginny's amusement.

She turned and found Hermione following a distrught-looking Ron down the stairs. Dinner was going to be fun.

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She ran.

She ran but she couldn't move.

She gasped but couldn't breathe.

She turned but could only see endless black. No walls, no floor, no roof.

But there was an echo.

A cry.

She couldn't reach the child. Where ever they were. She couldn't get there.

But it wasn't loud. It was quieter than the whisper of a summer breeze.

But not insignificant.

Just...

Inescapable.

A/N

Yeah sorry about the ending but I'm not really sorry at all lmao. I actually wanted to add that because I felt this chapter was kinda a filler, yknow? Get some things out of the way like Hermione's parents' memories and such.

As always, thanks for taking the time to read my fic!