It has been just over a month after the war finished.
As Ginny lay peacefully in her bed, thoughts from the Second War filled her head, the fear, the danger, and the loss. The horrific memories came flooding back to her; she abruptly sat up, sweaty and shaking. Not being able to handle the nightmare, she got up, slipped on her fluffy light pink dressing gown and slippers and headed to Bill's old room, which Harry had been vacating for the past month. After making her way up two flights of stairs, avoiding all of the creaky steps, she found herself at Harry's door. Her body was still shaking. Knowing that if she knocked she would wake up everyone else, she just slipped inside, being careful not to make too much noise turning the handle. Ginny walked up to the edge of Harry's bed, his serene body tangled up with the sheets.
"Harry," she urgently whispered a few times. He wouldn't wake. Ginny went round the bed so that she could see Harry luminous face in the moonlight, she spotted his quill on the bedside table, grabbed it and ran it along the side of his face, after doing this he finally woke.
"Ginny? What time is it?" he whispered, confused with her presence. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 2:53 in the morning. Looking at the saddened look on his girlfriends face he instinctively asked "Nightmare?" That was the moment when he asked himself "why has she only started getting nightmares these last few nights, its been over a month since the war?"
She nodded her head and Harry lifted the covers of his bed so that she would be able to slip inside. Removing her slippers she said, "Same as last night," knowing what his next question would be. She crawled into his bed, facing him, and looked into those mesmerising emerald eyes of lay there for several minutes, looking deep into each other's eyes before Harry finally says, "come here." Ginny snuggles her head into Harry's neck and they both fall asleep.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY SISTER!"