A/N: Feels brilliant getting back to Fanfic after too long a gap! To get myself back on track, here's a story where I'll be regularly updating with a oneshot/drabble. Do review/make requests of the pairings/scenarios you'd like to see here, and feel free to comment/suggest/critique. Thanks!

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Scene: Just after the Great Battle and the defeat of Voldemort, outside the Hogwarts Castle

Characters: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley.

Amidst the rubble, debris and the variety of unnameable and rather damaged objects that lay scattered all around the once-grand entrance of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a pair of worn, ragged sneakers tip-toed closer together. A bent head crowned with unruly fiery tresses moved towards a dark one flecked generously with dirt of varying shades of grey.

"I love you. Have I told you how grateful I am that you don't really have a Horntail tattooed to your chest? I am rather fond of your very sexy, very scrawny frame. Incidentally, I really, really love you."

A pair of wearied, calloused hands moved from where it hung limply at Harry's side to grip Ginny's slender waist.

"You're rambling, baby. Incidentally - and I do think Hermione's having a rather large influence on you – I love you very much, too."

Three hundred and more days of experiencing and demonstrating the tempestuous melange of intense bravery, faltering hope and heart wrenching fear had changed Ginny. Maybe not all of her present jitters and insecurities were permanent, but something in her had grown and shifted forever. The same was true for Harry as well and as the two stared into each other's eyes, savouring the luxury they were denied for too long now as they read the tales of angst and tumult that emanated from their souls and were told by their eyes.

"Harry?" asked Ginny, her voice small as she twisted her hands in nervous habit.

"Hmm?" His hands were in her hair now, thumbs caressing the flesh beneath her ears in slow circles and moving towards the cuts and grazes on her left cheek.

The heat from his palm flowed into her and pooled in a little pond of desire, confounding her senses.

Out of nowhere, she launched herself onto Harry and knotted her fingers into his messy hair, her lips dancing across his. A startled Harry held on to his sweetheart and slowly sunk into her embrace, their bodies moulding as one.

Their first kiss in a year was in a battlefield; and it was everything perfect. Talking could wait.

A/N: Reviews, reviews. PLEASE. Have gone too long without them!