After Hogwarts: The Life of Ginny Weasley

PART ONE

In my third year at Hogwarts, I learned something about myself. It was late one night, long after I should have been in bed asleep, I was thirteen years old and had yet to kiss a boy. I was in love with Harry Potter, who had still not noticed that I was a girl. It was only two nights after Harry had faced the Hungarian Horntail. I was still terrified for him, and I hadn't slept in days. I had snuck out of the Gryffindor Common room and was walking the corridors of Hogwarts. Somehow, in my wanderings, I found the Ravenclaw Common room. I had never been there before, and would never have known it was there if, at that moment, a Ravenclaw had been sneaking back into her Common Room. Her name was Luna Lovegood, although everyone called her Loony Lovegood, I always thought she was kind of strange myself, though.

She seemed very upset about something, and I was still upset, and lacking in sleep. I don't really know how it happened, but the two of us ended up outside on the Quidditch Pitch in the middle of the night, talking. I remember crying, I was so scared, someone wanted to kill Harry, again. And Luna was upset because some of the students were very mean to her. We tried to comfort one another and ended up kissing. But the kissing progressed, and before I really knew what had happened, the two of us were naked and touching each other on the Quidditch Pitch. Three hours later, the sky began to lighten, and I had felt things I had never felt before, and never expected to feel again. We talked about it as we dressed and decided that while it had been really, really, nice, we shouldn't meet like that again. And that is how it was.

In my fifth year at Hogwarts, the boy of my dreams, Harry Potter, finally fell in love with me. I have never been happier. The very first time we made love was two days before Easter during my sixth year. It was spectacular and I remember every second of that moonlit night. We were walking on the grounds at midnight and passed the Whomping Willow. Harry recounted the night that he learned that Sirius was his Godfather. Then he smiled teasingly and asked me if I would like to see the Shreiking Shack from the inside. I did, he picked up a stick and prodded the knot on the trunk and we slipped inside. He gave me the tour of the Shrieking Shack which ended in the bedroom where Peter Pettigrew was revealed. We talked for a little while and then, realizing that we were completely alone for the very first time, we began to kiss. He put his hand on my cheek and began to kiss my throat. And I began to feel the same physical wants I felt that night with Luna. I felt the familiar warm wetness between my thighs and I wanted him to do as Luna had done and kiss me there. Oh the things I didn't know then. He opened my robes and looked at my body, clad only in my undergarmets.

"Touch me," I told him, and he did. Smiling as he saw how well I responded to it, moaning his name.

"What else will make you feel this way?" he asked me. So I told him. He looked a little nervous at first but, he pulled off his robes and underwear, giving me a long moment to look at him, and slid down following my directions. He stayed down there until I finished. Just like Luna had done, only better. My legs were like rubber, and that was when I felt him against my leg, throbbing. Before long our bodies were moving in a rhythm together. It felt so wonderful, I was screaming his name in a very hoarse voice. We laid together, whispering 'I love you' to each other. Finally, we fell asleep in each others arms.

Sunlight streaming in through the boarded up windows eventually woke us. But it was Saturday and there weren't any classes or a match that day. We made love again, even better than the night before. Finally, we dressed and went back to the school. We had to sneak out of the Shreiking Shack and into the store room at Honeyduke's. Harry led me down the dark corridor and out of the statue. We each managed to get into bathrooms and bathe before we ran into any of the other students.

But, in the end... it's still so hard to talk about. At the end of my sixth year, Harry Potter died, ridding the world of Lord Voldemort. I can't talk about that. It happened only a few months later, I had discovered I was pregnant three days before Harry died. I didn't even get a chance to tell him.

I didn't go back to school for my seventh year. I went to work with Fred and George at their shop and I had a little girl. I named her Fiona Harriet Potter. She loves all of her Aunts and Uncles. And she has a cousin now, Ron and Hermione finally got married, and I have a nephew, Polonius. It's been two and a half years since Harry died. Hermione still tears up everytime anyone says 'Harry'. Ron has finally gotten to the point where he isn't as angry anymore. He has gone to work for the Ministry, in the Werewolf Registry Office. Ron has been working very hard to change the legislation concerning the regulation of werewolves. Ron has made it his personal duty to help out Remus Lupin. Hermione is in the Muggle Liasion Office, she works directly with the muggle Prime Minister.

The other day, I was in the shop and I had an unexpected customer. It was Luna, she had changed quite a bit since the last time I had seen her at school, after Harry died. Luna had suffered quite a bit in the aftermath of the fall of Voldemort. Her father had been murdered by Lucius Malfoy, who, by the way, is still at large. Luna was now running the Quibbler, it was no longer the tabloid rag it had been in years past. Now the Quibbler is the most respected paper in the Wizarding world. Luna hasn't married, and she has never had a boyfriend, although she has had several girlfriends. It seems I was the first of several, and as it turns out, I may also be the last. We went to dinner together and then she took me to the newspaper office to show me around. Before long, well, my parents and brothers are all a little confused, but supportive, except for Percy, but I don't really count him among my brothers anymore. Luna and I are a couple.

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