AN: I actually don't like Ron/Hermione together (TEAM DRAMIONE BITCHEZ), but I'm sticking with canon for this little drabble thing.
Ginny Weasley was not the type of girl who pined. She had been alone (but not really alone) for some time now. Sure, when she had been with Dean or Michael she hadn't had to worry about them not coming home, or being killed. But somehow, that wasn't comforting. She had been truly alone the moment Harry wanted to break things off between them. Ginny had understood, sure. But that didn't mean she liked it. Now she spent her days at Hogwarts worrying (but not really worrying), thinking about him (but not really thinking about him), and hoping he would come home safely.
That last passionate kiss they'd shared before her brother's wedding was all she had to remember him by.
Some girls talked to their mothers about these sort of feelings, but Ginny knew that wouldn't be fair to Molly. Her mother was worried about the entire family, and adding herself to the list would just be unfair. She sat on one of the windowsills of Gryffindor Tower, watching as the Early November snow fell. The glass was fogged slightly from her breath.
She wondered where Harry was right now. Most likely he was with Ron and her almost-sister Hermione, trekking through the English wilderness, searching. Searching for what…? She had no idea. Harry hadn't told her. She understood that as well. Their mission was one given to them by Dumbledore. She had no place there.
But Ginny knew she was meant for something more. Being Dumbledore's Army had taught her that much. She wanted to fight, so that someday, her children wouldn't have to fear the boy (for that is what he was) called Voldemort. Not only fearing him, but his name, was wrong. Ginny knew that fighting now, before it was too late, was more important than anything in the world.
So she decided to stand by Harry, Ron and Hermione…and Neville, Luna, and all of Gryffindor House.
After the battle of Hogwarts, many of her friends had been gravely injured…or killed. And Fred. When she saw Fred lying on ground with skin only slightly pink, she cried. Her tears seemed to fall as quickly as Fred's skin turned into a ghostly pallor.
It was at that moment she realized the cost of the battle. Everyone's heart had broken. Every single witch and wizard had lost a bit of themselves. She would never be the same. So many loved ones had been lost. In a sick twist of fate, poor baby Teddy had lost both of his parents.
Ginny found Harry standing with her brother and Hermione. She glanced down to see Ron and Hermione's hands clasped together, as if gripping for dear life. They looked over at her, and understood she needed a minute with the savior of the wizarding world.
Harry looked at her, with tears in his eyes. "I thought….I thought that you might not have…"
She cut him off with a hug, squeezing him so tightly he saw spots.
"I don't care!" Ginny replied, with a bit of anger in her voice. "I do not care WHAT you have to fight, or WHO, for that matter! You will NOT leave me again! EVER!" she said, shouting at first, then slowly began crying.
Harry squeezed her back, just as tight. "I wasn't planning on it," he whispered to her.
For the first time in a long time, Ginevra Molly Weasley smiled.
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