A/N: This is another that is getting re-done and read through etc :) Yes, this is yet another After the Battle of Hogwarts Story. I found a couple that I liked, but there are never enough!! So I thought I'd have a go, review and tell me if I should carry on =] enjoy xx

Disclaimer: I don't own hp yada yada yada, I swear these were just made up to make me feel bad. So JK owns everything except the plot =] I own that, me, it's mine, ALL MINE!!!!!....er anyway.....

Love

Harry had been sure of one thing, he couldn't go back to the Burrow. It was not that he didn't want to go or that he wasn't welcome. It was due to Fred's death. He felt terribly responsible and thought it would be ridiculous for the Weasley family to forgive him, however much they may be willing to do just that.

He was adamant on not returning to Privet Drive. Ever. And he thought he should steer clear of Grimmauld Place for a while, what with the leftover Death Eaters who might know about the house. That left him with the only safe option. The Burrow. He shouldn't go. He kept telling himself over and over that it would be a bad idea, and telling them it, but they would hear none of it.

So it was decided. He would go and stay with the Weasleys until he found a suitable flat for himself, and Ron if he wanted to.

That then brought another person to the fore front of his mind. Ginny. She had fought so bravely, sacrificed so much. No one would have expected this to happen to the Weasleys. It wasn't how everything should have gone. They had lost a family member to the war, for him, and wanted him to live in their house? Absurd, was what it was.

He suddenly had the aching need to see the youngest Weasley, to hold her in his arms and.....No, he told himself. You finished with her, you have been avoiding her for the past 9 hours since the war ended, you have to earn back the trust and faith she had in you, He thought.

Then on his way into the common room he bumped into, non other than the female Weasley herself.

"Hiya Harry" she said to him. Her tone surprised him a lot. She had been so close to Fred though. She was like the third twin. The almost triplet. She was ripped to pieced and it was his fault, he thought.

"Hi, Ginny, how are you" he looked her up and down and decided her appearance said it all then sursed himself for asking that question at all. Honestly, she just lost her freaking brother!

She had changed into sweat pants and a tank top. Her long, beautiful hair was scraped back into a messy bun and her eyes were puffy and swollen. That wasn't the worst of it.

The worst thing in this image were Ginny's arms. She had them pulled tightly around her, as if she were refusing to let go, like it was crucial. Like she were holding herself together.

Harry had a sneaking suspicion that this was exactly what she was doing, keeping herself together.

"I'm not too good to be honest Harry" she told him, then without thinking about it Harry pulled her into his arms.

"I know you're not okay. And I know I don't have the right to comfort you, with it being my fault they are all dead. Tell me to piss off if you want me to leave you alone." he told her, his feeble attempt at a joke making her want to laugh but she daren't.

"It is not your fault!" she nearly growled at him. "Don't you dare say that or else all they died for was nothing. You have to recognise that they knew the risk. They knew what could happen and they accepted it. They were willing to die to help you, Harry. Don't you ever blame yourself. Now, I was just going to the library. It is one of the places in the school that is still intact."she told him "Come with me?" she asked.

"Er...okay" he agreed. He was still quite taken aback after her little speech. He reached out and took her hand absent mindedly and was glad when she didn't pull away, like he knew she should have. She leaned quietly into his side while they walked, him rubbing soothing circles, with his thumb, on the back of her hand.

He could stay like this forever, but felt there were things between them that needed to be sorted out.

"Ginny, I completely understand if you have gone off me. If you no longer like me the way you used to. But please tell me, because I need to know how you feel. I have loved you for ages and if you don't feel the same way I understand." well, he thought, why not be as blunt as possible?

"Harry, of course I don't like you the way I used to" she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Harry thought he might implode, when she said this. He knew she had every right, but he had always hoped. He started to pull his hand out of hers but she held onto it.

They walked through the solid oak doors to the library and he sat in a reading armchair by a set of bookcases. Ginny sat herself in his lap, her head on his shoulder. It was so similar to other times they had spent in this very library.

Harry half-expected Madam Pince to come out of nowhere and tell them off for their public display of affection. What Harry couldn't understand was why she was still acting this way towards him if she no longer liked him.

"Harry, I thought I loved you back then. I was so wrong. I now know what love is. I've had to last a year not knowing what the hell has been going on. I have had to put up with people suggesting you were dead left, right and centre. Then when Hagrid brought your body back from the woods. Harry Potter, if you ever do that again, I will make you SO sorry. I felt like a part of me had died. That is how much I love you Harry" she was crying again. She loved him. She really loved him and he loved her too.

"Ginny Weasley. You are the only one who I have ever let have my heart. I love you" he told her solemnly.

"And I love you Harry Potter. The boy who defeated the dark lord " she chuckled.

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