Meant To Be

36. I will take care of you

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The room was filled with the sound of cheers and applause as Harry and Ginny shared a tender moment. The Weasleys, Ron, Harry's Grandma Mrs. Tucker, and even Mrs. Figg joined in, beaming with joy.

Dudley, disguised as Timothy, clapped along, his face hiding his true thoughts. At just 12 years old, he was still at an age where girls were more of a nuisance than a source of interest.

"How did Harry get a girlfriend?" Dudley wondered, his mind baffled. "He's younger than me, and I'm still trying to figure out this whole girl thing."

Dudley's thoughts swirled with confusion. "Harry was only 11 when we last met, and now he's got a girlfriend? It just doesn't make sense."

As he applauded, Dudley's thoughts turned to his own relationship with Harry. "Maybe if I'm nicer to him, he'll tell me his secrets," Dudley thought.

"Congratulations, Harry!" Dudley exclaimed, trying to sound genuine. "You two make a great couple!"

Ginny smiled warmly at Dudley. "Thanks, Timothy. That means a lot coming from you."

Dudley smiled back, his thoughts still whirling. He couldn't wait to get Harry alone and ask him how he managed to snag such an amazing girlfriend. Maybe then he'd understand how someone younger than him could be so mature.

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at Timothy, a nagging feeling that he knew him from somewhere lingering in the back of his mind. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he kept his thoughts to himself.

Just then, Healer Pyre Jones swept into the room, her eyes scanning the scene before her. "Harry Potter, what are you doing out of bed?" she exclaimed, her voice stern and authoritative. "You're still recovering from your injuries, and yet you're gallivanting around like nothing's wrong!"

Despite her scolding, Healer Jones' eyes softened as she took in the scene before her. "Ah, I see congratulations are in order," she said, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Congratulations, Harry and Ginny! May your love continue to flourish! But, Harry, you really must take care of yourself."

"I will, Healer Jones," Harry replied, his eyes never leaving Ginny's face. "I promise." Ginny smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. "We'll make sure he takes it easy, Healer," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ginny gently tucked Harry back into his bed, her hands tenderly arranging the blankets around him. She sat beside him, her face flushing with a soft pink hue as she eyed the room.

The Weasleys, including all six brothers, Molly, Arthur, and Grandma, began to stir, understanding the need for the new couple to have some privacy. Healer Pyre Jones and Timothy, accompanied by Mrs. Figg, also made their way towards the door. "We'll leave you two alone now," Molly Weasley said with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with happiness. "You've had a big day."

"Get well soon, Harry," Arthur Weasley added, his voice filled with affection. The room emptied quickly, the group filing out into the hallway. Ginny's blush deepened as she watched them go, her eyes finally meeting Harry's.

"I'm so happy for us," Ginny whispered, her voice barely audible. "Me too," Harry replied, his eyes shining with adoration. "I feel like the luckiest person alive." Though they hadn't yet confessed their love, the air was thick with unspoken emotions, their hearts beating as one.

Ginny's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer to Harry. "Was this the birthday gift you were planning to give me before the Blasting Curse petals incident?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.