Made For Each Other

Made For Each Other

29^th August

"Are you sure you want to do this?" A woman asked that question for the tenth time to the boy who was standing near the window, staring outside, lost in thoughts. He sighed and turned to the woman who sat on a big, comfortable chair.

"Yes! I want to marry Ginny, I have been waiting for so long and this is the time," he said determinedly.

"Ok! Then I will talk to her parents." She nodded her head in agreement, and then she smiled at the boy.

"You are in love with her, aren't you? Isn't it amazing that it was she; not any girl could have done this to you. Although I met Ginny during the war, which was not a very comfortable time for any of us, still I noticed that her confidence makes her beautiful and she has many qualities, that makes her perfect for you. I like her very much."

The boy smiled at the woman. "I am glad you like her. That means a lot to me; thank you." He didn't say any more than that.

"What about the pendant she is wearing around her neck?" She came up to the boy, who stood near the window.

"You don't have to worry. I'll take care of that, Mother, now I have to go. There is some business that has to be done, I'll see you at dinner," he said, kissed her on the cheek, and left the room.

"What are your worries?" A man stepped out in the dark corner of the room.

"I am worried about him, don't you think it would be difficult for him to handle the situation when she finds out who he really is?"

"Hmmm," the man in black robes sighed deeply, "Well, he knows what is he doing, and, what can we do more about it when he already has made up his mind? Frankly, she is the only one who can handle him, and he is the only one who can handle her; they are made for each other."

"Yeah, I guess you are right," the woman breathed, and they both stood in silence and looked out the window at the ground below.

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The alarm rang on her bed table; Ginny's hand crawled out from under the comforter and stopped the alarm. A frustrated groan could be heard from beneath the covers. "Why does the morning have to come so soon? The night should be 24 hours long!"

Ginny threw the covers off and went for her gown; noticing that Hermione had already woken up.

That means Mum is going to call me soon to leave for Diagon Alley, she thought, and hurried to the bathroom. When she came downstairs, it was pretty noisy and chaotic.

George and Fred were showing their new inventions to Ron and Harry and feeding them with details, which horrified Hermione out of her wits. She went to the kitchen and helped her mum fix breakfast.

It was 29th of August, which meant tomorrow they had to go to Hogwarts. Harry, Hermione and Ron were going to be in seventh year, while Ginny was going to be in sixth year at Hogwarts.

Harry lived with Remus at Number 12 Grimmauld Place now. After the death of Sirius, Harry was so depressed, but still he was willing to live with the Dursleys. He didn't want to live the same place where he wanted to live with his godfather. Since his third year at Hogwatrs, when he had met Sirius the first time and he offered that Harry could live with him, Harry had always wanted to live there. Now, since Sirius had gone, he didn't want to live there anymore. It was too much for him, guilt, pain and loneliness. It was first time in his life when he was happy to live with the Dursleys. When the war was over he started living at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, with Remus. Now, it was the week when Harry and Hermione came to spend their last week of vacations at the Burrow, as they always do. Today, they had to go to Diagon Alley to buy their supplies. Fred and George were staying there because they had to buy supplies for their new joke shop.

Percy was living in London, and sometimes came and spent weekends at the Burrow, but now this particular time he was at the Burrow because of Ginny. He came to meet Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione to say good-bye, but especially to Ginny.

Ginny was the youngest and the only daughter of her parents and only sister of her brothers, and the favorite of all of them. She was what her parents called her, " "sunshine", yes, their sunshine and the heartbeat of her brothers. Ron always called her spoiler, because of Charlie, Bill, George and Fred. Not that he doesn't love Ginny, but because of all of their attention and favors they gave her, according to Ron, they were spoiling her. He was almost right. She had her own mind, she was confident, and always independent, which was absolutely because of her brothers and her parents who gave her that confidence and their faith in her. Privately in her heart, she was grateful for that so-called spoiling.

Her father was reading The Daily Prophet. A smile stretched across her dad's face when he saw her. He put his paper down while she came near and gave her father a kiss on cheek.

"How is my angel?" her father asked her sweetly.

"Perfectly fine, and how is the old man doing?" she asked in the same sweet tone and her father laughed.

"As long as all you are fine I am fine," he replied.

She smiled and sat down beside her father. "Dad, would you drop me at the hospital? I have to meet Professor Snape there."

"Aren't you going to Diagon Alley?" Her father asked her while putting a hand around her shoulders.

"Yes; he will drop me there. It's not going to be a long trip. I have some potion samples for him to check out before I go to school. Then he will drop me in Diagon Alley. I will be back with all of them. " She leaned in to her father's shoulder.

"Is something new in there?" She took the paper and read the headlines while she told the details of her activities of the day.

"Nothing important, just Aurors have been looking for the remaining Death Eaters, that's all," Arthur replied. "Sure, I will drop you there; let's eat because we have to leave early so I won't be late for work," he added.

Ginny was the youngest child of the Weasley's and being a girl after seven boys, in the family and in the magical world, a girl usually is given some powerful magical gifts. In Ginny's case, she was gifted with potions-making abilities and the ability to communicate with magical creatures. She can tell by simply smelling any potion, which ingredients had been used, and she can talk to magical creatures.

It has been three months since Ginny started volunteering at St. Mungo's Hospital. It all started when Professor Snape took her some potion samples to test at the hospital lab. Snape worked for the hospital during vacations and helped the medi-witches and wizards with potions.

She was on a stage where she was creating new potions by herself and with Snape's help and guidance, of course. She had been making some new potions and Snape tested them, so they both worked in the hospital during school vacations. Sometimes Hermione helped Ginny with research.

These days Ginny was working on a special assignment. All summer she was researching different ingredients and was busy in her dad's shed, which she was using as a lab.

He found her potions very powerful and useful, so Snape took them to the hospital lab. The doctors of St. Mungo's and the Ministry of Health and Medicine approved them for use for the patients of the hospital.

Ginny was very happy .

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In the kitchen, Hermione, Harry, Ron, George and Fred were all ready and sat there around the table reading their lists of supplies and talking loudly. Ron and Harry's heads were hanging around Hermione's list to take a look at what extra subjects she was taking this year. She gave them a death glare to stop them from breathing down her neck. George and Fred were watching them with sympathy. After leaving the school, in their sixth year, their business grew very quickly. Now, they were very excited because they were soon opening a new shop in Hogsmeade. They watched them making a fuss over subjects, and who was going to teach which ones.

Hermione gave Ginny's letter to her; she opened her letter while she sat between George and Fred. Both leaned in to her to read her letter; a badge slipped out in the letter and landed in Ginny's lap.

"Oh my God, Ginny, you are a prefect!'' Fred shouted in her ear.

Ginny, who was watching with surprise, flinched. "Oh, Fred, I'm sitting just beside you, do you really have to yell in my ear?"

"Well, she is a pretty good student. I was expecting that Ginny was going to be a prefect this year," Hermione told them and congratulated Ginny with a hug. "And no doubt she is the favorite student of Professor Snape, not to mention that she is a Gryffindor." In fact, she was the one of the top students in her year.

Ginny thanked her friend. "Now I am embarrassed."

"Way to go, Gin!" said Ron excitedly. Harry and her parents congratulated her with hugs.

"Percy is going to be too proud," said George, and made a face.

"Ginny, this is wonderful. I am so proud of you. I knew you are going to be a prefect too! Every child of mine has been a prefect and so are you!" her mum replied with excitement.

"Who are we? Next door neighbors." Fred made a face and pointed to him and his twin, and everyone laughed at his outburst. Mr. Weasley ignored both of them and ordered them to finish their breakfast, so they could leave for Diagon Alley and buy their supplies.

Obviously, Hermione was the Head Girl.

"I wonder who will be Head Boy this year?" Ron asked Hermione while eating his breakfast.

"I can guess that it must be Malfoy," Harry told Ron with a frown, and Ron groaned loudly.

"Yeah, probably."

Ginny groaned and made a face, and stopped the urge to pull the chain off around her neck.

"Now, now, Ginny, he is a good boy, now, isn't he?" her father said upon seeing her face.

"Yeah, Dad, easy for you to say, you didn't spend five or six years with him," Ginny said pompously, and everyone shook his or her heads in agreement.

"Jealous, aren't we?" Fred taunted Ron.

"No, I am not, I am a prefect," Ron protested with a glare.

"Its 8'o clock in the morning, Gin, you got ready too early; we have decided to leave at 10'o clock", George told her.

"No, I am not going to Diagon Alley with you; Dad will drop me at the hospital. I have to meet Professor Snape there. He will drop me back in the Diagon Alley, so you guys go without me and I'll meet you there. After that we'll buy our books and then I'll go with you two," she told to both twins while telling her schedule of the day.

"Well, it's so scary to think that he liked one of the Gryffindors, which also happened to be a Weasley. You aren't dating him, are you? Tell me you aren't!" Fred threw his hands over his heart like his going to have a heart attack.

"Well, he is awfully sexy, isn't he, Ginny?" Hermione smiled mischievously.

Harry choked on his juice; Ron looked like he just ate slugs. He turned a repulsive shade of green; the twins were gagging. Hermione, Ginny, and her parents were laughing at the looks on their faces.

"Better than a Potter, right, mate?"

"Yeah," Harry shook his head gravely and looked suspiciously at Hermione.

"Let's go, Ginny, we are getting late," Hermione quickly said.

"What's your plan? Where you will meet me, guys?" she asked.

"I have promised Narcissa I'll meet her in the bank AND after that we'll go together to buy your robes AND I don't want any arguing about that," Mrs. Weasley finished before Ginny could protest.

"Tell me! You will be there, Hermione?" she pleaded to Hermione. The twins, Ron, and Harry smiled at her discomfort; all of them knew she could not bear to have Draco around. In fact, both of them didn't get along very well, although they all knew she had liked him once.

It's hard to tell according to their behavior, which doesn't indicate any kind of emotions or feelings now. At least not from her behavior.

"Yes, I'll be there," Hermione smiled at Ginny.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, you are a sweetheart."

"Now, Ginny, I am warning you, behave yourself around Draco. You always act so rude with him."

"I am.... I am rude with him? You didn't even see him; anyway, who is talking about him? I didn't say anything about Malfoy!" Ginny huffed.

'You don't have to say any thing. I know already," her mother said calmly.

''Ginny's mouth opened for a protesting scream but no voice came out, so she huffed and muttered under her breath, "Git, idiot, prat," while she proceeded to the fireplace, and glared all of the boys who were laughing at her.

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"Draco, are you ready?"

"Yes, Mum, I'll be down in a minute." Draco took one last look in the mirror and dashed downstairs.

"It is getting late I have to meet Molly in the bank and then we also have to go to buy your supplies and your robes, AND behave yourself AND not a word out of your mouth," his mother warned him while eating their breakfast. Draco stopped in the middle, his mouth opened in protest.

"She is the one who should behave, not me!"

His mother smiled mischievously, "What are you talking about, Draco? Did I say something about Ginny, or that she would be there?"

Draco's hands froze for a moment and he kicked himself mentally for his impatience.

"This is not fair, Mum," he protested when he saw his mother smiling as she got up to put on her robes. As they were leaving for Diagon Alley, he smiled upon the mental picture of an annoyed Ginny, when he teased her and she finally lost her control.