Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That would be cool, but no.
All quotes were taken directly from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
"He spotted Ginny two tables away; she was sitting with her head on her mother's shoulder: There would be time to talk later, hours and days and maybe years in which to talk."
"And quite honestly…. I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."
Harry walks to the Gryffindor common room, where again The Fat Lady lets him in without a password. He goes to the boys' dormitory, and somehow manages to shower and dress in clean robes before collapsing onto one of the beds. He summons Kreacher to bring him that sandwich, and almost inhales it before falling into a restless sleep.
It is late in the evening when Harry awakes to find Ginny standing at the end of the four-poster bed, clean with wounds dressed. She looks unstable, on the verge of tears, but Harry can't help but also notice how beautiful she looks in the moonlight pouring in from the window.
"Hey," she whispers in a scratchy voice.
Harry sits up and shifts his legs off the side of the bed.
"Hey," he echoes. "Are you….okay?"
"Yeah," she says, but her voice cracks. "No-"
In one swift movement, Ginny rushes to Harry and kisses him deeply. He can feel her hot tears against his face as she wraps her arms around his neck. He runs his fingers through her hair and takes in her familiar scent of flowers.
After many long moments of kissing, Harry pulls her into a tight embrace. He thinks about how much he missed her, and doesn't want to let go.
Eventually, though, they do pull apart.
"I'm so sorry," Harry whispers, "About everything. I'm sorry for leaving you, and for being gone so long, and, and-" he stutters. Ginny hides her face with her hands. His first instinct was to tell her how sorry he was for the loss of Fred, but somehow he knows that that isn't what she wants to hear at the moment. She looks up at him.
"I hate seeing you like this." Harry says.
"You should see George."
Her own thought brings a wave of silent tears.
Harry uses the back of his hand to gently brush a streak of hot, salty water from her cheek, barely touching her skin. She buries her face in his shoulder, and he wraps his arms tightly around her waist.
"So where do we go from here?" Ginny asks.
"I-I don't know." Harry says bluntly. "I suppose we pick up where we left off."
"Yeah."
She curls up next to him as he gets back under the covers. He holds her closely to his body, and drifts off into a deep, peaceful sleep. No one bothers them for a very long time.