Harrys P.O.V

It is a week after the wizard's war. A week after I killed Voldemort, broke the Elder Wand in half and went on a mission to find those darned horcruxes. Yet, there is only one thought, well most likely one name in my mind. It rings like the clamoring of bells. I can't stop thinking about her… "Ginny".

I broke up with her because of my mission to kill Voldemort that I might actually die in the process. But… Voldemort is dead… gone… I actually have a chance to be with her.

Gosh, I love her red hair, her soft brown eyes.

If only Ron wouldn't kill me if I try to make a move on her or "get back together" as muggles say.

Oh well. I could try right?

Thoughts enter my mind "she wouldn't want you back, after you hurt her? You could try, but it wouldn't work" "she kissed me on my birthday remember?" the other side of my mind argues "she was probably feeling…" the "evil" side of my mind falters.

What did Ginny feel when she kissed me? For me it was and I quote "better than fire whiskey" how does she feel about the kiss? I walk down the hallway of 12 Grimmauld Place muttering to myself.

I am looking darkly at my feet when I feel like I hit something, wait, no, someone. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry" I exclaim and offer my hand to "Ginny, what are you doing here" I ask, surprised, while trying to look calm and collected, or "chill" as muggles say. (I failed epically).

"I just want to see how you are doing, after the war you haven't really talked that much. Can't I just visit my boyfriend…? Ummm… I mean friend once in a while?' she says, a blush tinting her face. "Sure you ca- "wait, did she just call me her boyfriend? Whoa there harry… calm down… breathe… in…out…in

Ginny's P.O.V

Why am I at Harry's place you ask? Well… once upon a time I was at The Burrow, alone with Hermione and Ron

(Mom, dad, Percy, Charlie, Bill and George went out). Then, it happened, with no regard for me being in the same room as them whatsoever, the couple started making out.

As grossed out and repulsed I was (still am), that got me thinking about Harry and our "little" kiss on his birthday. (I refuse to share any details) and now I am sitting on his floor blushing like mad (I apparated if you are wondering how I got to Grimmauld) because I accidentally called Harry my boyfriend.

I looked up to see his reaction to what I said. He is breathing hard, as if processing what I just said.

He looks so hot.

Wait… did I just…no… I cannot have feelings for him, I cannot have feelings for him he is just my friend… right? Right? Right? Arghhh! I don't know anymore!

Why do I still have feelings for him? HE broke up with ME. "He only broke up with you so that you wouldn't get hurt" my conscience tells me. I am lifted from my thoughts when Harry says "Ginny get up" he tries not to laugh and holds his hand out.

I take it and he pulls me up. "Thanks" I mutter, careful not to make eye contact. He studies me, after what seems like eternity, he finally speaks "Ginny I-"I crash my lips into his. He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. Butterflies flutter around my stomach as I put my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

When we pull apart, gasping for breath like fish out of water, he looks me in the eyes "you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that" "I do actually" I say, grinning from ear to ear.

"9 months?" "9 months" he confirms.

We lean in for another kiss…