A/N hi! so this is my first fanfiction and I really hope you guys enjoy this. I'll upload the next chapter soon depending on if anybody actually reads this! Will try to update regularly but it will depend on stuff like how much school work I've got and stuff like that, but anyway, on with the story. Hope you like it!

The war was over, and Harry was sat on the windowsill in his first year dormitory. He'd seen the Weasleys, seen Fred's body lying motionless on the floor, had nearly collapsed with the weight of his crushing guilt, but instead he ran, blinded by his grief and self loathing. But what he felt most was relief, a sick and twisted relief. It was over, he was alive, Ron and Hermione were ok, but most importantly Ginny was alive. Ginny, his best friends little sister. That's all she'd been for years but then it changed and suddenly he wanted to hit every boy that even looked at her, he didn't care how many girls threw themselves at him, she was the one he thought about in lessons when his mind started to wander, she was the one everything came back to. Ron wasn't too happy about it, but there was nothing he, or anyone else, could do to ever change his mind.

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the door opening, or hear the soft sniffles coming from the doorway. He heard his name and finally turned around, and there was Ginny, her eyes puffy and red from crying.

"I finally found you." She said "I thought I never would, I've been looking for you for hours" she continued talking but harry didn't hear a word. He was taken over by a sudden longing to crush her to him and never let go, but the knot in his stomach held him back. What if she hated him? It's his fault her brother's dead, his fault that she has cuts and scratches all over her body. He stood slowly and backed into the wall before realising she'd stopped talking. He looked at her, the girl he loved, and tried to see in her face if she hated him.

"Harry, say something. Please" she begged him.

"Do you hate me?" He finally asked.

"Hate you? Why on earth would I hate you?" At that he sank to the floor with his head on his knees.

"It's all my fault. It's my fault Fred, Remus and Tonks and who knows how many others are dead. It's all my fault" despite his best efforts he felt the tears start to roll down his cheeks and over his lips. He didn't even try to hide them from Ginny, there was no stopping them. She knelt down beside him and took him in her arms

"it's not your fault Harry, you remember that ok? It's not your fault. They died fighting for something they believed in. It's not your fault." They sat like that for a while, his head on her chest, leaning against the wall. She stroked his hair, noticing that his scar had faded to an almost invisible pale pink, and smiled to herself. She would let him find that himself another time. Eventually he stopped crying and the self hate subsided a bit, so he sat up and looked at Ginny.

"You know during the battle, it was you that kept me going, the thought of seeing you and being able to hold you again that made me carry on. I don't think I'd've done it without you." At that a tear slipped from the corner of her eye that Harry wiped away with his thumb, taking her head in his hands to do so. They stayed like that for a while until Harry, rather hesitantly, leaned forward to kiss her. His lips touched hers and all hesitation went out the window. The kiss deepened until neither one could breathe so they broke apart and smiled, Ginny snuggling in to the crook of Harry's arm.

"I love you Ginny" he said. Ginny looked up at him and smiled

"really?" He nodded "then I love you too"

"that's good" he said

"why?"

"Cause that means I can do this" he whispered and leaned to kiss her again, their lips brushed for the briefest of moments then she pulled away. At the quizzical look in Harry's eyes she explained

"I need to go see how the others are doing."

"Ok but, I'm sorry, I can't come with you. I just can't face them yet." She nodded slowly

"ok then. Well, there is no chance I'm leaving your side for a very long time so we'll wait. I'll just send mom a message." She pulled out her wand "Avis" she said and a tiny bird appeared. She quickly scribbled a note saying that she was alright and with Harry on some parchment she found under one of the first year's beds, gave it to the bird and sent it on its way. Then she turned to Harry, "Hey it's getting kind of late..."

"Yeah. Will you stay with me tonight?" Ginny's heart skipped a beat and she was sure she started to blush and no words would come out of her mouth, so she just nodded and smiled rather sheepishly. So they walked, hand in hand, to Ginny's dorm as Harry no longer had a bed in what should have been his dorm. Ginny closed the door and was suddenly afraid; she was going to spend a night with Harry Potter, in her bed. What if she kicked him, hard? Or if she started snoring or something else horribly embarrassing? But she knew she was just being silly, Harry would never make her do anything she didn't want to, or wasn't ready to. And he loved her, so wouldn't mind if she snored or kicked; he was probably just as terrified as she was. So she turned around, looked him in the eye and said

"I haven't got any boys pyjamas and mine definitely won't fit you, so do you wanna go and take some from one of the boys dorms?" He thought about this for a moment then said

"nah, I'm good in my tshirt and boxers, if that's ok with you?" Ginny regarded the slight raise of one eyebrow and the cocky tilt to his head and just said plainly

"as long as you don't mind that my pyjamas are a vest top and some old shorts with a hole in?" At this he just laughed at her "Harry, turn around so I can get changed."

"I'm ok" he replied. She raised her eyebrows and said

"that's good but you still have to turn around" she said. He groaned but turned, sending her into a fit of giggles as she undressed and put on her pyjamas, all the while thinking "I'm getting changed and Harry Potter is in the room" after she'd changed she said "ok I'm done, you can turn around now" and as he did, Harry saw the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The girl of his dreams, in a vest top and ragged shorts, not beautiful because she was wearing very little, but beautiful because she looked soft, unguarded, and was his. He didn't bother telling her to turn round while he unbuckled his belt, slipped off his jeans and pulled off his hoodie. They then lay down in the tiny four poster bed together and, with Ginny's head on his chest, Harry fell into the best sleep he had had in months.

A/N so there you have it, my first chapter. Let me know what you think, cookies for anyone who reviews. Please follow and favourite it'll mean a lot! :* KitKat xx