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A short one shot about Harry speaking to Ginny after the war. I wrote this at 11 at night so it's probably full of typos. Nevermind :)
'Hey.'
Looking up, Ginny weasley met the eyes of a familiar black haired, green eyed young man. He leaned shyly against the doorframe, looking at the girl with so much kindness and concern that Ginny's heart warmed.
Despite the happiness and excitement that had been this evening, his face was not happy. How could it be? He had gone through so much. Too much for any person to bear, especially one as kind as him. He didn't deserve to suffer. Ginny fervently hoped that he would never suffer again. Pulling her mind back to the present, Ginny answered with a sad smile.
'Hello, Harry.'
'Are you feeling alright?'
'I'm- okay, I guess. Happy and sad at the same time. It makes an odd combination.'
'I know,' he said soothingly, do you mind if i come in and talk to you for a little while? I won't keep you up long, Ginny.'
'You could talk to me for hours and I wouldn't get bored.'
Harry smiled, before straightening up and crossing Ginny's dormitory in a few strides. He sat down on the bed and took her hand. Ginny shifted closer to him and laid her head against his shoulder. Before Harry could start, Ginny spoke.
'How does it feel, Harry? To know that it's over?'
Harry paused, considering.
'Not as- as good as I thought it would be. To be fair, I thought I was going to die before I could truly finish it. I never stopped to think about how unbeatable Tom Riddle was. It was only tonight that I realised. What if I couldn't beat him? What would happen then? Now that I have, it seems like a dream. All of those years spent fighting him, and now he's gone. Just dead. I can't feel happiness. All of those people...because of me...I..I-'
'No, Harry. You can't think like that. They didn't die because of you. They died because of Voldemort. They died to bring him down. You've done something wonderful, Harry. You've saved everyone..and..and...' Ginny's words trailed off, but Harry caught the final three words that escaped her mouth: 'I love you.'
Harry's heart almost leaped from his chest. Could she not hear it? He most certainly could.
Harry leaned down and kissed Ginny on the cheek. He was immensly aware of her soft, pale skin against his lips. Her vibrant red hair, draped gently over her shoulder, tickled his cheek. He made to draw back, but Ginny placed her hand on his face.
'Harry.' she whispered. She placed her lips softly against his, before leaning back slightly to look him in the eyes.
'I- I know that you said that- that- we shouldn't be together, after Dumbledore's funeral.'
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Ginny quickly hushed him.
'Wait, i'm not finished yet. Please, tell me something, and truthfully.' Ginny took a deep breath.
'Did you say that because of my safety, or because- because-'
'Ginny!' gasped Harry. 'Do you honestly think that I could ever have stopped loving you? Of course it was for your safety, you know that!' He started to laugh softly then, his magnificnet green eyes brighter.
'Ginny, I came here to talk to you about that.' He stopped laughing suddenly, nervous. 'I mean, I just thought seeing as there's no danger anymore...would you like to- to-- not if you don't want to, I just had to ask you-'
Ginny placed a finger to his lips. She was the one laughing now. 'Harry. You think for one second that I would say no?'
One side of Harry's face lifted up into a hopeful grin. 'You accept?'
Ginny flung her arms around him, kissed him hard on the mouth, and mumured: 'yes, Harry. Of course I do.'
He reacted as only Harry would do. He wrapped his arms around her gently and kissed her back softly.
'You know what, Ginny?'
'What's that?'
'Now I'm happy.'
