A/N: Second fanfic so far. It's a oneshot with the possebility of being continued if you want. this is the only fanfic that I have written that does not include timetravel (though I have only published 1 so far...) It camt to me at the top of my head last week, but I was too busy to write it down, but here it is!

I am SO SO SORRY for getting Lily's name wrong in my other fanfic. I understand that it is annoying like I do when people write about Virginia (HER NAME IS GINEVRA!), but I had just read the books in Norwegian where Lily Evans is called Lilly Evings.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not a house-elf, so I can not possibly own him...

Harry woke with a start.

It took him a few seconds before he remembered where he was and what he was doing there, then only a split second for him to be filled with sickening sadness.

He bolted to the bathroom and regurgitated the bread and cheese he ate so many hours ago along with his sandwiches. He felt the guilt flood him and burst into tears. Lying on the bathroom floor in his clean pyjamas that Kreature had given him with the sandwiches, he kept seeing their faces. Tonks, Remus, Snape, Colin and so many more.

The bathroom door opened and closed. Harry turned to send Ron back to Hermione (who was obviously worried) and tell her that he needed some time alone. "Ron I-" he started. But it was not Ron.

"Hi Harry."

It was Ginny. She looked fragile, on the verge of tears, but still managed to look like the strongest being on earth. Through his embarrassment of her seeing him cry, and the pain inside his chest, he still couldn't help but noticing how beautiful she was.

They looked at each other. Ginny was badly bruised on the left side of her face. He hadn't noticed them in the great hall, they probably bloomed while he was asleep. He really wished he had told Ginny to go back and wait at her aunt Muriel's. The fact that she was hurt made Harry feel even more guilty.

As new guilt tears welled up in his eyes, Ginny made her way over to him. He really wished she could just leave him here, he wanted to be alone.

Ginny sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug. Once her arms were around him, Harry realised that this was just what he needed.

"Ron dear," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Do you know where Harry is? I Haven't seen him since the great hall."

The Hermione and Weasleys (minus Ginny, Charlie and Fred) were sitting around the fire in the common-room.

"Don't worry mum, he's in the dorm still, we were up for almost 48 hours." Mrs. Weasley looked shocked.

"You didn't sleep before Gringotts?"

Ron and Hermione looked away from her glare. Ron's eyes were flickering towards the staircase to the boy's dorms every ten seconds. The Weasleys thought he was waiting for Harry to come down, but they hadn't seen Ginny sneak up one hour before. Hermione knew that Ron was worried about what his little sister and his best friend were doing at the moment.

Ten more minutes went by before Ron straightened up and Mrs. Weasley let out a little yelp followed by "Harry! How are you feeling? You look starved. Do you-" Harry had walked down the stairs and enveloped Mrs. Weasley into a hug.

"Where is Ginny?" asked Ron, his eyes narrowed and jaw tense. Hermione slapped his arm and went over to get a hug from Harry too. "How would Harry know where Ginny is?" asked Bill, narrowing his eyes like Ron had. "Because she went upstairs about forty minutes ago." Ron answered, still looking at Harry.

"She was just going to go to the bathroom before she came down." Harry said sheepishly.

"Why does it matter that Ginny went to see Harry alone. He needed a friend and since Hermione was busy comforting you, Ginny went to comfort Harry. Right Harry?" asked Percy.

"Yeah, she really helped. Well, I better say this quick, because she said she would murder me if she ever heard me say it." Harry turned to George and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. "I am so sorry about... about Fr-Fred. It's my fau-"

"Nonsense Harry." Mr and Mrs Weasley said at once. Harry was still looking at George who whispered "I kn-knew we... we shouldn't have spl-split u-u-u-p. La-last time w-we sp-splt up, I lost m-my bloody ear! I kn- new we shou-ould've stayed to-together."

"S'not your fault." Harry snapped at George.

"Well, it ain't bloody yours either!" They stared at each other for a long time, before Ginny came downstairs. The moment she was in sight of Ron, he said "If you were fooling around upstairs then-"

"Ronald!" Hermione scolded him as Ginny walked up to the chair next to Harry and motioned for him to sit before she sat herself in his lap. Harry was fully aware of the fact that Ron, Bill and Percy were sending him glares, but he didn't care. He wrapped his arms around Ginny and rested his head on her shoulder. He needed this. To feel her safe in his arms although it had only been about 7 minutes since he last had held her. He closed his eyes and breathed in her flowery scent.

"So are you back together now?" Hermione asked.

"BACK together?" Bill looked angry, Percy shocked, George looked like he was almost laughing and Ron looked as though he knew this was going to happen once in the near future.

"Yes." Ginny replied and turned on Bill, Percy and Ron.

"I don't need anyone's 'permission', Harry is a good man, the only reason why he ended it was so that Voldemort wouldn't use me to get to him. We have both been through hell last year and I need him. So if you do anything, ANYTHING what so ever to ruin us, I will curse you to bloody Jupiter!" She then rested against Harry again.

Harry knew this discussion wasn't over and he would probably get the big-brother talk multiple times, but he didn't care. He would get to spend the rest of his life with Ginny, and nothing could stop them any more. George laughed and smiled. A genuine smile. It was sad hearing his laughter for the first time without it's echo, sad knowing Fred would never laugh with George again.

"I knew there was something going on." he stopped laughing and put on a pensive look. "Fred thought I was mental. He owes me 10 Galleons!" And then he burst into a mixture of hysteric laughters and tears.

A/N Read and Reaview.

Sorry if you thought it was a bit OOC.

George's reaction was the same as my stepfather's when he lost his brother. His first reaction was "He can't possibly be dead, He oves me five quids!"

Should I continue with this story?