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There’s a theory – this applies to detective novels, and then Harry, which is not really a detective novel, but it feels like one sometimes – that you should not have romantic intrigue in a detective book. Dorothy L. Sayers, who is queen of the genre said – and then broke her own rule – but said that there is no place for romance in a detective story except that it can be useful to camouflage other people’s motives. That’s true; it is a very useful trick. I’ve used that on Percy and I’ve used that to a degree on Tonks in [‘Half-Blood Prince’], as a red herring. But having said that, I disagree inasmuch as mine are very character-driven books, and it’s so important, therefore, that we see these characters fall in love, which is a necessary part of life.” – J.K. Rowling
After the wedding, the couple reside at Shell Cottage on the outskirts of Cornwall. Bill and Fleur together offer asylum to Harry, Ron, and Hermione (along with Griphook and Ollivander) as they plot out their next move after just escaping from Malfoy Manor, so close to Voldemort’s grasp.
Bill and Fleur fight side-by-side in the Second Wizarding War ultimately defeating the Dark Lord and his miscreants. Their love for family and friends continued to prevail as they added on to the Weasley family in the years following the war with their children Victoire, Dominique, and Louis.
“Fleur Delacour, Harry noticed, was eyeing Bill with great interest over her mother’s shoulder. Harry could tell she had no objection whatsoever to long hair or earrings with fangs on them.” (GoF, p. 616)
“The entrance to the marquee revealed rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet. The supporting poles were entwined with white and gold flowers. Fred and George had fastened an enormous bunch of golden balloons over the exact point where Bill and Fleur would shortly become husband and wife. Outside, butterflies and bees were hovering lazily over the grass and hedgerow…” (DH, p. 138)
“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls…” (DH, p. 145)
The plan was, which I really hope I fulfilled, is that the reader, like Harry, would gradually discover Ginny as pretty much the ideal girl for Harry. She’s tough, not in an unpleasant way, but she’s gutsy. He needs to be with someone who can stand the demands of being with Harry Potter, because he’s a scary boyfriend in a lot of ways. He’s a marked man. I think she’s funny, and I think that she’s very warm and compassionate. These are all things that Harry requires in his ideal woman. Harry and Ginny are real soul mates. They’re both very strong and very passionate. That’s their connection, and they’re remarkable together.” – J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter first crossed paths with Ginny Weasley as he was boarding the Hogwarts Express on his first year to Hogwarts. Though they did not speak to each other, Ginny was immediately in awe of having met the infamous “Boy Who Lived.”
In the summer preceding Harry’s second year at Hogwarts, he stayed for a short while at the Weasley home, where he formally met Ginny for the first time. Around Harry, Ginny became suddenly and increasingly shy, for she had quickly become enamored with him. At the end of the school year, Harry saved Ginny in the nick of time from Tom Riddle’s diary, a cursed book which contained a piece of Lord Voldemort’s soul. Ginny admired Harry now more than ever, though he remained fairly oblivious to her feelings. In the following years, Harry and Ginny remain acquaintances, mostly because of Harry’s close friendship with her brother, Ron. Unbeknownst to Harry, Ginny continued to love him from afar, following the advice of their mutual friend, Hermione. She resolved to relax and act more like herself around Harry, in the hopes that she would one day capture his heart. It didn’t take long for this to occur.
In Harry’s 6th year (and Ginny’s 5th), Harry began to have feelings for Ginny. He grew jealous of her then-boyfriend, Dean Thomas, and urged himself to get over Ginny, as to not harm his friendship with Ron. He was not able to hold out for very long, however, for after a victorious Quidditch match, Harry finally expressed his true feelings for Ginny by kissing her in front of a room full of people – including Ron. They dated happily for a few months, their only regret having not done so sooner. However, after the murder of headmaster Albus Dumbledore towards the end of the school year, Harry broke things off with Ginny in order to keep her out of harms way, for Lord Voldemort would go at any length to destroy anything that Harry held dear.
After Harry finally conquered Voldemort once and for all, he and Ginny happily rejoined, and were eventually married. Together, they have three children: James Sirius, Albus Severus, and Lily Luna. Despite the hardships that they had struggled over the years, the family has a happy ending – for after the demise of Voldemort, truly…
…”all was well.”
“There he is, Mom, there he is, look!” It was Ginny Weasley, Ron’s younger sister, but she wasn’t pointing at Ron. “Harry Potter!” she squealed. “Look, Mom! I can see —” “Be quiet, Ginny, and it’s rude to point.” (SS, p. 308)
On the third landing, a door stood ajar. Harry just caught sight of a pair of bright brown eyes staring at him before it closed with a snap. “Ginny,” said Ron. “You don’t know how weird it is for her to be this shy. She never shuts up normally.” (CoS, p. 40)
The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. (CoS, p. 43)
“Right,” said Ron, who looked extremely put out, “this is getting stupid. Ginny, you can go with Harry, and I’ll just —” “I can’t,” said Ginny, and she went scarlet too. “I’m going with — with Neville. He asked me when Hermione said no, and I thought . . . well . . . I’m not going to be able to go otherwise, I’m not in fourth year.” She looked extremely miserable. “I think I’ll go and have dinner,” she said, and she got up and walked off to the portrait hole, her head bowed. (GoF, p. 401)
Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. After several long moments — or it might have been half an hour — or possibly several sunlit days — they broke apart. (HBP, p. 533)
The fact that Harry Potter was going out with Ginny Weasley seemed to interest a great number of people, most of them girls, yet Harry found himself newly and happily impervious to gossip over the next few weeks. After all, it made a very nice change to be talked about because of something that was making him happier than he could remember being for a very long time, rather than because he had been involved in horrific scenes of Dark Magic. (HBP, p. 535)
“I never really gave up on you,” she said. “Not really. I always hoped…. Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more — myself.” “Smart girl, that Hermione,” said Harry, trying to smile. “I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages…months…years maybe.” “But you’ve been too busy saving the Wizarding world,” said Ginny, half laughing. “Well…I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that’s why I like you so much.” (HBP, p. 647)
And then she was kissing him as she never had before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair… (DH, p. 116)
Ron and Hermione, however, are drawn to each other because they balance each other out. Hermione’s got the sensitivity and maturity that’s been left out of Ron, and Ron loosens up Hermione a bit, gets her to have some fun. They love each other and they bicker a bit, but they enjoy bickering, so we shouldn’t worry about it.” – J.K. Rowling
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had been, perhaps, one of the most anticipated couples present within the Harry Potter series. From the moment they met, the two had an undeniable rapport – and as they grew older, so did the chemistry between them. Ron and Hermione first met aboard the Hogwarts Express on their very first journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They didn’t get along well at first – Ron found Hermione to be too bossy, and Hermione found Ron to be a bit foolish. All of this changed, however, after Harry and Ron rescued Hermione from a troll attack.
In their second year at Hogwarts, the early buds of affection were beginning to form between them. Ron grew increasingly defensive of Draco Malfoy’s insults towards Hermione – and even attempted to curse Malfoy after he called Hermione a Mudblood. After Hermione was petrified – an attack among many that had begun to occur during that school year – Ron did everything he could to help Harry discover what was behind the attacks, to ensure Hermione’s safety.
In their fourth year at Hogwarts, it became apparent that Ron had feelings for Hermione that were beyond those of a mere friend. He grew increasingly jealous of Hermione’s budding relationship with Viktor Krum, though he wouldn’t openly admit it. It was in their sixth year, however, that Ron and Hermione truly began to be receptive of their feelings for each other. The romantic tension between them was undeniable. It was Hermione’s turn to be jealous as Ron began to date Lavender Brown – a short lived relationship that Ron only seemed to pursue in order to get back at Hermione.
In the trio’s journey to destroy Voldemort’s Horcruxes the following year, there was little time for Ron and Hermione to act upon their feelings for each other. It was only towards the very end – in the midst of the Battle at Hogwarts – that the tension between them finally erupted and they shared their first kiss. After the war was finally over, Ron and Hermione were finally together. They married and had two children together: Rose and Hugo.
“Yeah, it will,” said Ron fiercely. “You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.” “Oh, Ron!” Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.” (PoA, p. 292)
But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light. “Hermione, Neville’s right — you are a girl. . . .” “Oh well spotted,” she said acidly. “Well — you can come with one of us!” “No, I can’t,” snapped Hermione. “Oh come on,” he said impatiently, “we need partners, we’re going to look really stupid if we haven’t got any, everyone else has . . .” “I can’t come with you,” said Hermione, now blushing, “because I’m already going with someone.” “No, you’re not!” said Ron. “You just said that to get rid of Neville!” “Oh did I?” said Hermione, and her eyes flashed dangerously. “Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!” Ron stared at her. Then he grinned again. “Okay, okay, we know you’re a girl,” he said. “That do? Will you come now?” “I’ve already told you!” Hermione said very angrily. “I’m going with someone else!” And she stormed off toward the girls’ dormitories again. (GoF, p. 400)
Harry climbed into the common room and found Ron and Hermione having a blazing row. Standing ten feet apart, they were bellowing at each other, each scarlet in the face. “Well, if you don’t like it, you know what the solution is, don’t you?” yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger. “Oh yeah?” Ron yelled back. “What’s that?” “Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!” Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls’ staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry. “Well,” he sputtered, looking thunderstruck, “well — that just proves — completely missed the point —” Harry didn’t say anything. He liked being back on speaking terms with Ron too much to speak his mind right now — but he somehow thought that Hermione had gotten the point much better than Ron had. (GoF, p. 432)
“Good luck, Ron,” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. “And you, Harry.” Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened. (OotP, p. 404)
“You did brilliantly, Ron!” This time it really was Hermione running toward them from the stands; Harry saw Lavender walking off the pitch, arm in arm with Parvati, a rather grumpy expression on her face. Ron looked extremely pleased with himself and even taller than usual as he grinned at the team and at Hermione. (HBP, p. 226)
“We’re allowed to bring guests,” said Hermione, who for some reason had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, “and I was going to ask you to come, but if you think it’s that stupid then I won’t bother!” “You were going to ask me?” asked Ron, in a completely different voice. “Yes,” said Hermione angrily. “But obviously if you’d rather I hooked up with McLaggen . . .” There was a pause while Harry continued to pound the resilient pod with a trowel. “No, I wouldn’t,” said Ron, in a very quiet voice. (HBP, p. 282)
It was not as though he was really surprised, thought Harry, as he wrestled with a thorny vine intent upon throttling him; he had had an inkling that this might happen sooner or later. But he was not sure how he felt about it. . . . He and Cho were now too embarrassed to look at each other, let alone talk to each other; what if Ron and Hermione started going out together, then split up? Could their friendship survive it? Harry remembered the few weeks when they had not been talking to each other in the third year; he had not enjoyed trying to bridge the distance between them. And then, what if they didn’t split up? What if they became like Bill and Fleur, and it became excruciatingly embarrassing to be in their presence, so that he was shut out for good? (HBP, p. 283)
Hermione gave an almost inaudible sniff. She had been exceptionally quiet all day. Having hurtled, white-faced, up to Harry outside the hospital wing and demanded to know what had happened, she had taken almost no part in Harry and Ginny’s obsessive discussion about how Ron had been poisoned, but merely stood beside them, clench-jawed and frightened-looking, until at last they had been allowed in to see him. (HBP, p. 400)
“I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.” (HBP, p. 449)
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. “Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “OI! There’s a war going on here!” Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. “I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it’s now or never, isn’t it?” (DH, p. 625)
Unfortunately, this is where our happy couple’s tale comes to an end – for only one year after the birth of their son, Lily and James are viciously murdered by Lord Voldemort.
… she was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes – her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green — exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harry’s did.” (SS, p. 208)
“All right, Evans?” said James, and the tone of his voice was suddenly pleasant, deeper, more mature. “You think you’re funny,” she said coldly. “But you’re just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone.” “I will if you go out with me, Evans,” said James quickly. “Go on — Go out with me, and I’ll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again.” “I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” said Lily. “Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you’ve just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can — I’m surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.” (OotP, p. 647)
“Oh, well, James always made a fool of himself whenever Lily was around,” said Sirius, shrugging. “He couldn’t stop himself showing off whenever he got near her.” “How come she married him?” Harry asked miserably. “She hated him!” “Nah, she didn’t,” said Sirius. “She started going out with him in seventh year,” said Lupin. “Once James had deflated his head a bit,” said Sirius. “And stopped hexing people just for the fun of it,” said Lupin. (OotP, p. 671)
As the war continued, Lupin grew increasingly protective of Tonks, and it was soon learned that his precaution was for a good reason: Tonks was pregnant. Worrying about Tonks and his unborn child caused Lupin to be in almost constant distress – he even temporarily considered leaving her to join the trio, in an effort to relieve her of the stigma surrounding his condition. Harry convinced him to remain with her, however, and months afterwards, Lupin became the proud and happy father of Teddy Remus Tonks – of whom he named Harry godfather to. However, much like the tragic tale of Lily and James Potter, Lupin and Tonks were only able to enjoy their family for a short while – for the two were cruelly murdered during the Battle of Hogwarts, leaving their son Teddy to be raised by his grandmother.
“You see!” said a strained voice. Tonks was glaring at Lupin. “She still wants to marry him, even though he’s been bitten! She doesn’t care!” “It’s different,” said Lupin, barely moving his lips and looking suddenly tense. “Bill will not be a full werewolf. The cases are completely —” “But I don’t care either, I don’t care!” said Tonks, seizing the front of Lupin’s robes and shaking them. “I’ve told you a million times….” And the meaning of Tonks’s patronus and her mouse-colored hair, and the reason she had come running to find Dumbledore when she had heard a rumor someone had been attacked by Greyback, all suddenly became clear to Harry; it had not been Sirius that Tonks had fallen in love with after all. “And I’ve told you a million times,” said Lupin, refusing to meet her eyes, staring at the floor, “that I am too old for you, too poor…too dangerous…” “I’ve said all along you’re taking a ridiculous line on this, Remus,” said Mrs. Weasley over Fleur’s shoulder as she patted her on the back. “I am not being ridiculous,” said Lupin steadily. “Tonks deserves somebody young and whole.” “But she wants you,” said Mr. Weasley, with a small smile. “And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so.” He gestured sadly at his son, lying between them. “This is — not the moment to discuss it,” said Lupin, avoiding everybody’s eyes as he looked around distractedly. “Dumbledore is dead —” “Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world,” said Professor McGonagall curtly. (HBP, p. 623 – 624)
Lupin fell over the threshold. He was white-faced, wrapped in a traveling cloak, his graying hair windswept. He straightened up, looked around the room, making sure of who was there, then cried aloud, “It’s a boy! We’ve named him Ted, after Dora’s father!” Hermione shrieked. “Wha —? Tonks — Tonks has had the baby?” “Yes, yes, she’s had the baby!” shouted Lupin. All around the table came cries of delight, sighs of relief: Hermione and Fleur both squealed, “Congratulations!” and Ron said, “Blimey, a baby!” as if he had never heard of such a thing before. “Yes — yes — a boy,” said Lupin again, who seemed dazed by his own happiness. “I can’t stay long, I must get back,” he said, beaming around at them all: He looked years younger than Harry had ever seen him. “Thank you, thank you, Bill.” Bill had soon filled all of their goblets, they stood and raised them high in a toast. “To Teddy Remus Lupin,” said Lupin, “a great wizard in the making!” (DH, p. 514-515)