Set right after the defeat of Voldemort

Ginny couldn't do it anymore; she felt as if her chest was about to cave in, she had to get away. Extracting herself carefully and quietly from her large, grieving family, she left the Great Hall. She walked up what was left of some stairs, and turned down a partially destroyed corridor. She slumped down the wall and cried and cried and cried.

Harry wandered the corridors, or what was left of them anyway, he still had to much adrenaline running through his veins to stay still.

Over. It was over. He couldn't wrap his mind around it. He was alive, Voldemort was dead, and it was over. Seven years of his life, seven years of defeating Voldemort, over.

His already adjusted to the semi-darkness he spotted a figure against the wall, her cries echoing throughout the corridor.

"Ginny?" He called uncertainly.

"Harry?!"

She stood up and ran towards him, and for a moment he thought she was going to hug him or kiss him, but instead Ginny shoved him, "What the hell?!" She yelled through tears, her eyes blazing fiercely.

"What?!" Harry asked, genuinely confused and more scared than he had been an hour ago, whilst fighting Voldemort.

"I thought you were dead!"

Harry had no idea how to reply, "I-I'm sorry?"

"Why would you do that?" Ginny asked him, still yelling angrily.

"Oh I don't know, Ginny?" Harry said sarcastically, his voice rising now too, "Maybe to save this whole god damn FREAKING WORLD!"

"I thought you were dead," Ginny whispered again.

"I thought I was really going to die,"

Ginny didn't say anything.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked after a moment, even if it was the most stupid question he could've possibly asked.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck and began to sob uncontrollably into his shoulder, "It hurts," she sobbed, "It hurts so much. It hurts everywhere."

"I know," Harry whispered, hugging her, "I'm so sorry about Fred."

"It's not your fault, I don't want you to ever think that any of this is your fault." Ginny said seriously, looking into Harry's eyes and holding his face in her hands. She stood up and kissed him delicately, as if they could both break at any moment.

"Ginny," Harry whispered, stepping back and taking her hands off his face.

"I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have done that," Ginny said.

"No, you should've," Harry replied awkwardly.

Ginny sighed and rested her head on Harry's shoulder and together they slid down the wall, slumped on the ground and cried.

Harry took Ginny's hand and kissed it, and leant his head on her's.