Chapter One

I sat there silently crying into my mums' shoulder. Crying? No, sobbing. Shouldn't I be happy? The Dark Lord, Voldemort, was gone! But, it had cost us. We lost our own. My brother was one. Oh how I'd miss Fred. I looked over at George, who was huddled over Fred's dead body. I looked around the Great Hall, if you could even call it that anymore, and saw so many weeping families. So many people had died yesterday and tonight. All of them had fought for one thing. I saw Tonks and Lupin, laying there. My mind wandered to Teddy. Poor Teddy, he would be an orphan, just like… then I thought of him. There was only one person I wanted to be with right now, Harry Potter.

The-Boy-Who-Lived, The-Chosen-One, The-One-Who-Vanquished-The-Dark-Lord, Harry. My Harry. I wondered where he had gone off to. I looked around the Great Hall.

I saw Neville, wow, he had proved himself tonight! He killed the bloody snake! I still didn't know why the snake mattered, but I'm sure it mattered. Anything belonging to Voldemort was evil. Right? I couldn't spot Harry, so I settled for the next best people.

I was sure Ron and Hermione would know where Harry was. I looked up at my mum. She forced me a smile.

"How are you?" She asked me.

"As good as I can be right now." I told her. She smiled at me. This time, it was genuine.

"Hon, go find him." She whispered in my ear. She didn't need to specify who. I knew who.

"Okay" I whispered back. I hugged my mum.

"I love you." She whispered, as she hugged me.

I slowly walked over to Ron and Hermione, who were talking to Neville and Luna, and they were… holding hands. Ron and Hermione! Now that there was nothing to be worried about, I felt happy. Happy that my best friend, and brother could be happy and in love. I felt not only happy, but also lonely. When would I be able to hold Harry's hand again? 'Hopefully soon' I told myself.

"Hey guys." I said

"Hey Ginny." They replied in unison.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked me.

"Okay…" I trailed off with a sigh.

"What's wrong?" Luna asked, "Besides… you know," she gestured around the Great Hall "all this."

I let out a small giggle. It felt good to laugh again.

"Well," I began "Do any of you know where Harry is?"

"I told you it wouldn't be long before she asked." Ron exclaimed. I looked over at my brother. Nothing he could say right now would bug me.

"Sorry I'm so predictable." I answered sarcastically.

"He told me that he wanted piece and quite." Luna said matter-of-factly.

'Hmmmm' I thought, 'what's that supposed to mean?' Hermione seemed to have read my mind.

"Ron, him and I, all went to talk to Dumbledore's portrait about an hour ago. After that, I think he went to sleep."

I contemplated what to do next. I needed to be with him, but would he want me there? One part of me said he would want me with him, but one part thought about our break-up. I decided to take a chance, and go to the one I loved. Wait 'the one I loved'. Yes! Most definitely the one I loved.

"I'll talk to you guys later." I said to my friends. Hermione gave me a knowing look, while Ron, Neville, and Luna just nodded. I waved, and started walking to the exit of the Great Hall.

My heart raced, I was going to see Harry! I half skipped/half ran to Gryffindor Tower. When I got to the entrance of Gryffindor Tower, the portrait of the fat lady, I noticed that the frame was abandoned. 'Good', I thought to myself, 'I didn't' know the password anyway.'

I walked inside the Gryffindor Common Room. It didn't have the warm and familiar feel that it usually did. The fire was out, and the room was completely empty. I had a feeling that no on was in any of the dormitories, except my Harry. I remembered where Harry's dormitory was. I remembered from my fifth year. Back when the world was still infested with evil. I walked up the staircase that led to the boy's dormitory. I then saw the door, the only thing standing between him and I. I slowly pushed the door open. The room was dark and I heard him breathing heavily. He was asleep. 'Should I wake him up?' I wondered.

I walked over to the bed, and pulled a chair over. I sat down. Just sitting and starring felt nice. With nothing to worry about, not a care in the world. Starring at him brought back many memories. Both happy and sad ones. His beautiful raven-black hair and his beautiful emerald-green eyes… that were starring at me. I blushed.

"Hi." I whispered sheepishly.

"Hey beautiful." He replied with a smile

I blushed once more. He sat up in his bed, and gestured for me to join him. I got onto the bed, and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Comfy?" He asked me.

"Of course." I replied, snuggling more and more with him.

"I'm sorry.'" He said. I looked into his eyes. There was so much sorrow, regret, plea, and above all, love.

"I was so worried. And when I saw Hagrid holding you…" It was a touchy subject. What can I say? I buried my head into his shoulder, and started crying.

"I know I know…" He comfortingly whispered in my ear, while gently rubbing my back. It felt so nice to finally be with him again. Everything was worth being with him.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." I told him between sobs.

"Me either. I barely got through the past nine months." He whispered in my ear. I decided there was only one thing I wanted… no needed to say. I took a deep breath…

"I love you" I whispered into his ear. I looked up into his eyes hopefully. Wow! There was so much love in those emerald eyes.

"I love you too." He whispered back.

He gently kissed me on the lips. It was a short, sweet kiss to start with. It soon turned into a very passionate snog. I knew I wanted to do this for the rest of my life. When we finally broke apart, we were both grasping for air.

"I love you." He whispered into my ear. It felt so good to hear those words. For the past nine months, that was all I wanted to hear. I had sat there wondering if he cared, like I did. I loved him, and now I knew that he loved me too!

I wondered what he'd been doing for the last nine months. I badly wanted to know, but didn't want to make him tell me just yet. I knew it was a touchy situation, and I didn't want to bring down our happy moods.

I looked back up into his eyes.

"Stay with me tonight?" He asked me. I knew my answer. After all that we'd been through we needed to be with each other. We had a complicated relationship.

"Of course." I whispered back. He kissed the top of my head.

"I know I need to tell you everything. I don't want there to be anymore secrets, but not tonight. It hurts too much." He told me and I understood.

"I understand. I know you'll tell me when you're ready. I love you." I gave him a warm hug, and a soft kiss.

"I love you." I said again. I felt like I couldn't stress this feeling enough.

"Thank you. And I love you too." He answered. He hugged me, and began to cry.

"Shouldn't I be happy?" He whispered to me. I had never seen Harry cry before. I gave him a big hug, hoping to comfort him.

"Oh Harry," I started "I feel the same way; I'm not sure what to feel. Sure, it's happy that Voldemort is gone, and that I have you, but, so many lost their lives." I hoped my words were comforting, or at least understanding.

"I feel like it's my entire fault that so many died…" His voice trailed away. I was hoping he didn't think this, but it was just like him.

"It is in no way, your fault." I strongly stated.

"You did what needed to be done to destroy Voldemort. All these people knew what they were getting themselves into. Even Fred…" I stopped, reality hit me. I began to cry. It was his turn to comfort.

"I'm sorry Gin." He whispered into my ear.

"And I do not blame you Harry." I told him.

"Others may, but I will never blame you, love." There was sorrow and strength in my voice.

"Thank you." He whispered in my ear. He then kissed my head. We silently sobbed into each others shoulders. Just being together was all we needed. After a while, there were no more tears to shed, and we fell asleep in each others arms, with tear stained faces, and puffy red eyes.