“No,” Ginny had said, arms crossed. Harry had looked up at her, stunned. “Get up, Harry,” she had told him, embarrassed for them both, and dragged him to his feet a moment later.
“Are you dumping me?”
“No, Harry.”
“Then why not?”
“Because I don’t want to get married.”
“You don’t?”
“No, Harry.”
“Never?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why?”
“Mum was
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