You Left Me a Mixed Up Girl

This part is told from Ginny's point of view.

So, Harry and I were married that night. I never thought that I would have ended up with him again. Sometimes, when I'm lying next to him at night, I still think it's something I imagined. It seems so unreal even now as I think about it. Harry can sense that feeling in me and will wrap his arms around me tighter in his sleep. Even in his slumber, he wants me close to him and his heart.

Colin still isn't speaking to me or any members of my family. I guess that's what I deserve. I feel awful for having led him on, but I really thought I could go through with it and marry him. Guilt plagues me at times when I am happiest with Harry about this. Harry has tried explaining to me that we deserve happiness too, after all that we had been through. I know in my heart that he's right. But doesn't Colin deserve to be happy too? It's a question I can't answer.

Tonight I had the great joy of informing Harry that we are going to be parents. He was overjoyed. He kept thanking me over and over again, for being his wife, for having his child. It was never ending. I just kept laughing because I am so happy myself. Now that Voldemort is gone, Harry can finally have the family he was robbed of years ago. It'll be my joy to be a part of that.

Sometimes I think about Draco. I wonder where he is now and what he’s doing. I now he was a thoroughly selfish man and awful for me. Bue we had a chemistry that was unmistakeable. What would have happened if he hadn’t left? Could I have given him up for Harry? The sad fact is that I don’t know. Draco’s part in my recooperation from Harry’s betrayal cannot be denied. I never loved him, but I was very fond of Draco. Harry never speaks of him to me and I wonder if the aurors have any idea of his whereabouts. Sometimes I dream that he has come back into my life and wants me to return to him to Bulgaria. Harry and Draco play tug-of-war with me. Sometimes I stay with Harry. Other times I go with Draco. I suppose it’s the dark and light sides of me battling for dominance. Once again, Tom Riddle’s affect on my life can still be felt. I know who I should chose and whom I truly love. Harry Potter has been saving me from myself since I was twelve years old. He deserves my love and whatever else I can give him. We both deserve the happiness we were denied for so long.

So tonight, after I run my fingers through his messy black hair, I'll fall asleep and dream of babies with red hair and beautiful green eyes. Scarlett will curl up at our feet and our family will be ready for what may come.