A/N: H/G oneshot from the time when Harry arrived at Hogwarts 'till he killed Voldemort. Ginny's feelings on the matter. Sad fluff. MY first fanfic, please read!!
She had missed him. More than she would admit. In her sorrow, and with her struggles, he had been the source of hope and guidance for her. Even when he was not there.
He had been so for others too, but not in the same way. Never in the same way.
At last, when her hope had almost faded, he had come. Her hope had risen. He had come to Hogwarts to save them all. The only thing she had wanted to do was fling her arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, but she could not. He had a task, and so did she. Save the living, avenge the dead.
Her world had crashed down around her when she had seen him. The world had become surreal, she had screamed his name without really hearing. He had died. Her hope had been crushed, her will to live squashed out of her. That's when Neville had ran out of the crowd and beheaded the snake. She didn't understand, didn't want to. Didn't care.
She had become reckless, had wanted to take as many down with her as possible, before dying herself. She did not want to live. Her love was gone, her only love. Her soul mate.
Several things then happened at once. Her mom had taken it upon herself to battle, and kill, Bellatrix. Harry and Voldemort were dueling in a duel to death. – Wait. Harry? No. He's dead. Stop fooling yourself Ginny…- Then she'd realized he was alive, and again she could do nothing to prevent him from dying. Only have faith, believe in him.
They had won. She had wanted nothing more than to rush in his arms, but were things the same? Did he still love her? She dared not hope. Before she could confront him, he had disappeared with Hermione and Ron. Oh, how she missed his feel, his gentle lips against hers, and the feeling of warmth and safeness she got around him.
She had cried. She, Ginny Weasley had cried. She never cried, yet she had cried for her brother, she had cried for her family, she had cried for Harry, and lastly she had cried for herself.
He had come to her the next day, explained. Healed her, partly. They had a long way to go. Her wounds were fresh; they were deep, yet not as deep as his. They would heal each other. She had him at last. The hope was back, her love was back.
At last.
A/N: a short oneshot about Ginny's feelings and all. My first fanfic, would love to get some reviews and constructive criticism!
-AddictedToPotterAndProudOfIt