It was instinctual, the way they fell into each other's arms. They had so much to talk about, so much pain, longing, grief, confusion; so many untold stories they needed to discuss. Instead, they stared at each other across the kitchen table for a brief moment, in the middle of the night, realising how incredibly alone they both were in that moment.
Nobody watching over them, checking up on them. It was just the two of them.
Words seemed almost pointless in that moment.
There was little more than a soft whisper of the name, "Ginny…" before she was in his arms, and their lips were on each other's, and they pulled each other closer, fiercely, with more passion than they ever had before.
Neither of them planned it, nor had they done more than kiss before, but almost instantly they both realised it was what they both needed. They were alive. They were here, together. The war was over and they'd both survived. All they wanted now was to live. To feel something other than the pain and grief.
It was more than lust, it was love. It was passion. It was their warm bodies and their fiery hearts. Harry had never felt so connected to someone before this moment. It didn't matter that they hadn't had the chance to talk. They'd have years for that. What they needed now was each other.
Ginny pulled away from Harry, then without talking guided him up the stairs and into her room. His hand was warm, and she could hear his heavy breathing in the silent night.
Her room was empty, save for the furniture. Hermione had left in a flustered huff complaining that she couldn't sleep without Ron and had determinedly stomped up to the next level into Ron's room a few minutes before Ginny had sought Harry out.
They still hadn't spoken a word to each other as Ginny pulled Harry into her room and locked the door. She picked her wand up from her nightstand to silence the room the way… George taught her, and then pulled Harry back towards her.
Harry wasted no time in gently pushing her towards her bed, where they fell and seemed to be even closer than they were in the kitchen. Slowly, as their kisses deepened, their clothes began to come off, and nothing was separating them. Just as nothing ever would.
Their primal need was now desperation to be joined together both emotionally and physically. There was no hesitation, or fear, or embarrassment. Only each other.