It was the night of the fourth of May. The castle had been cleared and repaired. Harry went with the Weasleys and Hermione to stay at The Burrow. Fred's funeral, held in the cemetery of a church in Ottery St Catchpole, had ended at around one that afternoon. After a celebration of his life back at The Burrow that lasted until nine o'clock that night, people began to disperse. Bill and Fleur retreated to Shell Cottage. George went to his flat above Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes in Diagon Alley. Percy went to his flat in London. Charlie, who was staying the night at The Burrow, went to his room. Mr and Mrs Weasley went to bed. By ten o'clock Harry went to bed as well, in Percy's old room.

Later that night, the door to his bedroom opened slowly, and he leaned over to his bedside table to put his glasses on.

And there she was, as clear as day. Ginny walked over to his bed in her pyjamas. He sat up and smiled at her. She sat on his bed opposite him, and then leaned in to kiss him. His right hand snuck to the back of her head, tangling in her gorgeous Weasley red hair. After at least five minutes, they broke apart.

"I missed you this past year," she whispered.

"Words cannot describe how much I missed you," he said.

"You have no idea how sappy you sound." She grinned

"Well, it's the truth. When we were on the run, I used to go to bed, get the Marauder's Map, light my wand under the covers, and just watch your dot in your dormitory hoping you were alright." He blushed at this admission.

"At least you had a map to kind of keep an eye on me. All I had was the radio, and even then they weren't sure if you were okay. Not knowing whether you are alright or not is not something I want to experience again," she told him with a sad look.

"You want to get in?" he asked, patting the space beside him.

"What if someone sees us?"

"Well, all we'll be doing is sleeping, right? So we'll just tell them that," he replied, with a wink.

"I guess so," she said with a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Ginny got off the bed, so she could pull back the duvet and get in. She noticed with a bigger blush that he was only wearing his boxers.

They lay on their sides facing each other, holding hands. She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. Harry stared at her. How he could have not seen it before, he didn't know.

"Ginny…" he whispered, barely audible.

"Hmm?" Her eyes were still closed.

"I love you." Her eyes snapped open at that, her eyes wide.

"What?" She looked shocked.

"I realised during the time that I was away, I wanted to be with you more than anything in the world. I love you, Ginny," he said again with a more forceful voice.

She moved forward to kiss him. "I love you too. But please promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Don't leave me again," she said, with a grin on her face, but he could tell she was being serious.

"I won't. I promise." He kissed her on her forehead tenderly, and held her close to him, vowing to never to let her go.

Ginny fell asleep within minutes. However, it took Harry a while to get to sleep. But with Ginny with him, he was convinced that she helped him forget, temporarily, all of the nightmares that had happened in the past two days. Ginny fidgeted, so that her back was against Harry's chest. Harry moved his left arm to drape over her waist and buried his face into her long, sweet-smelling hair. Soon after, he dropped off to sleep in this comfortable position.

They woke the next morning, cuddled in a spooning position. Ginny's back was against Harry's chest, and he had one arm draped around her waist.

Ginny turned around to face him. "Good morning," she said as she smiled at him.

"It is indeed a good morning." He kissed her. "I could get used to this," he said and grinned wickedly at her.

"As could I," she said as she rested her head on his shoulder, her index finger drawing circles on his bare chest.

Neither of them noticed that Ron had just come into the room.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Ron said in a dangerously low voice, as he closed the door.

"Oh shut up, Ron. We were only sleeping in the same bed. We didn't do anything," Ginny said calmly, sitting up.

"Yeah…well…it's just as well. I don't think Mum would like it," Ron said with a hint of a frown.

Ginny pecked Harry on the check and said, "I'll see you later; I need to go and get dressed."

"Okay, see you in a bit then," Harry said.

Harry was just thinking about the wonderful and innocent night he had just spent with Ginny when Ron's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Oi! Earth to Harry!"

"Oh…what? Sorry, Ron," Harry said, confused for a second.

"Don't mess her around, Harry. I mean it's great that you two are back together and all, but please be good to her."

"Ron, last night I told her that I love her. I don't think she would ever let me, or anyone else, mess her around to be honest, mate. Trust me, I love her." Harry knew that from the moment he had started going out with Ginny that he would have to have this conversation with Ron.

Ron just stared, dumbfounded at Harry's response. "Wow, I didn't know you felt that deeply about her."

"Yeah, though it took a while for me to find out though." A memory came to Harry's mind from the battle, in the Room of Requirement. "The same goes with you as well." Ron just stared blankly at him. "Don't mess Hermione around, otherwise you'll have me to deal with. She's like my sister, so we're in the same boat really, aren't we?" Harry said.

"Yeah, I suppose so. And you don't have to worry about that. I may be stupid when it comes to girls, but it took us ages to get together. I'm not so stupid as to throw it away the second we get together."

Harry just laughed and laid back down on his bed, smelling the flowery scent that Ginny had left behind.

"Do you know what you'll be doing? I mean, will you go back to Hogwarts or will you take up Kingsley's offer of joining the ministry without your N.E.?" Ron asked.

"To be honest…I'm not sure. I just want to enjoy living for the moment, now that I can do so without worrying about Voldemort wanting to kill me. I know I'm going to live in Grimmauld Place in the end though. What about you?"

"I'm going to help George in the joke shop; he needs a bit of help with Fred not there anymore. Well, I'm going down to the kitchen. Mum's making breakfast," Ron said with a gloomy look on his face. "I think she's trying to keep busy so she won't have to think about Fred."

"Hey, Ron, look I'm sor— " Harry started, but before he could get his sentence out, Ron interrupted him.

"Don't apologise, it wasn't your fault. Fred didn't have to fight, but he did. He knew the risks," said Ron.

Harry said nothing at that, but he still felt guilty that he hadn't handed himself in earlier. Maybe Fred, Remus, Tonks and so many others wouldn't have died.

"Harry, stop wallowing in self-pity and come downstairs and have some breakfast. You know Mum doesn't like you missing meals."

"Yeah, alright. Just let me just get dressed, and I'll be down." With that Ron left Harry alone, to get dressed.

At the moment he just wanted to live his life to the fullest.