It was over, thank God all was over. The war had been won, and there was nothing standing in our way, except grief, sorrow, regret and death. I walked up to the Gryffindor tower, which was somehow unharmed. Everything was dark and dusty with the residue of blown up walls and corridors. My feet navigated me to the portrait hole a comfort I had known for so many years to be my second home, but now it was unfamiliar and strange. The fat lady was somehow still there, her canvas had a few scratches but no harm done.
“Um….I don’t know the password,” I said to her, but the portrait swung open anyway without a word from The Fat Lady. I climbed into the deserted room, but it was obviously occupied because of the faint sound of sobbing. I followed the noise up to the 7th year boy’s dormitory. There I found a heart aching sight, how could someone so brave look so weak. I crept up to the weeping person, he was asleep. His messy black hair was to his shoulders, a short unshaven beard covered his face, along with blood, burns, and wounds. He was shaking even though under the covers of the small bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed and cupped his face with my hand. His shaking subsided but the tears running down his face continued.
“Gin……” he said in his sleep, “no, no! Ginny!” he yelled. Tears formed in my eyes. I put his head on my lap and stroked his hair.
“I’m here Harry, you are okay, I’m here,” I whispered to him. His eyes fluttered open at my touch.
“G-ginny!” He cried, looking around for a moment to register the room, and began to remember the events of the previous night. He suddenly hugged me like a small child, pulling me down so my head was against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. I could feel him breathing, his heart thumping, the movement of his chest.
“How could you do that?” I asked him as tears began to fall from my eyes to his chest. “How could you leave me? How could you die without saying anything? I felt so lost! I’m always left behind, I get it, I’m the annoying younger sister, but you could have told what you were doing, maybe where you were going……I love you Harry, and at the moment I don’t think you feel the same way.” I was now really crying, “When Hagrid brought you out, when you were dead, I thought I was going to die, Percy had to grab me before I ran at you. I was screaming your name, ‘cause I thought you might come back if-I don’t know.” Harry held me against him, like I could slip away at any moment.
“Ginny, when I went to the forest, I knew I had a chance of surviving. It was the hardest thing I had ever done, on my way I walked past you, and, a-and I r-really w-wanted to s-s-say something. Th-the l-l-last thing I-I th-thought of w-was you k-kissing me.” Harry cried, more like sobbed, I sat up, bring him with me and hugged him, his head on my shoulder, I felt his tears soak through my shirt, and I cried to. I cried with him, sobbed.
“I love you Ginny, you are the reason I’m sitting here right now. You were the reason I kept going.” He told me, I felt him take his head off my shoulder and lift up my chin with his hand, so I could stare into his brilliant green eyes, and he could into mine. Then he kissed me, and I kissed him, tasting his salty tears, or my own, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing that mattered in that moment was that Harry Potter loved me, Ginny Weasley. We broke apart for air at that moment.
“So I’m guessing you’ll be my famous boyfriend again?” I asked him, feeling that wonderful feeling that happens right after you sob your heart out. He rested his forehead on mine.
“That is a ridiculous question,” he smiled a watery smile. “I’m still sorry though,” he said seriously.
“Leaving you, Fred, Tonks, Lupin, you almost dying,” he choked again.
“Harry! That was not your bloody fault!” I told him desperately. “Get that out of your head, nobody was fighting for you, we were fighting for ourselves, for our freedom, peace of mind.”
“For what?” I laughed. He shook his head.
“Being here, being you, loving me, being beautiful,” I blushed and I could feel the warmth of my cheeks travel up to the roots of my hair.
“Well then thank you too, for being alive, loving me, being gorgeous and basically saving us all.” Harry smiled at me. I gestured toward the door. “Should we go to the great hall? Eat maybe?” I suggested.
“The prophet will be there, and everyone else…..” he trailed off.
“Well if it makes you feel any better I’ll be holding your hand the entire time.” I stuck out my hand and he grabbed and brought it to his mouth to kiss it softly.