A/N: Hello, I haven't written a fanfic for ages but inspiration hit and I typed this up. I love Ginny/Harry. Please, please review!

Of course, none of the amazing world of Harry Potter belongs to me. It belongs to JK Rowling, the amazing creator of my favourite fictional world.

Together

Harry awoke to the sound of birdsong and the touch of warm, golden light upon his eyelids. He felt strangely light and free, as if ropes binding him had slackened. Just as he began to savour the wonderful feeling of peace and serenity that had descended upon him in the place of the weight of stress and worry that had dominated the past year, the pain hit him.

A dull ache had settled around his midriff, and as he stretched, it throbbed with a sudden, shocking intensity which temporarily robbed him of breath. As he steadied his breathing, new pain confronted him. Every inch of his body felt battered, as if he had attempted to dance with the Whomping Willow. Harry groaned. Suddenly, a new force of pain hit him as the events of the previous day hit him. Fred. Tonks. Remus. So many had died, and he had been too slow to prevent Tom Riddle's powerful force of evil to overtake them. Yet, amidst the grief of death, an unmistakable happiness began to infiltrate Harry's mind as he remembered. It was over. Voldemort was gone, and this time, he would not be returning. In the midst of these conflicting thought, Harry cast his mind back to the prophecy which had dictated his life. "Neither can live while the other survives." Well, he was the survivor. And now, he had a future.

Suddenly, the image of Ginny filled his mind. Her wonderful, flaming hair dancing in the sunlight. The flowery smell that followed her. Her bright, brown eyes which seemed to hold the world in their beautiful spheres, able to pour out emotion like a waterfall, cascading downwards and filling the room with light. As Harry smiled contentedly, a terrible fear washed over him. Was she safe? He winced as he recalled how close she strayed to Death's presence. How Bellatrix had almost taken another life. "It's safe now", he told himself sternly, as the image of Voldemort's death flashed across his eyes. However, he couldn't entirely throw off the sense of fear and worry which had been ingrained by a year of running, and fighting, and hardly daring to hope that this day could ever arrive.

"This," thought Harry, "This is the beginning." All of his life he had been hunted. Yet now, he was free. Free from Voldemort. Free from the piece of soul that had invaded his body. Free from the worry that had accompanied the prophecy all those years ago. Free from a life shadowed by evil. Now, he could live, and take flight.

With these positive thoughts etched upon his mind, Harry swung himself out of bed and opened his eyes.

Everything ached. Harry grimly made his way to the shower, barely noticing the empty beds beside him through his blurred eyes. As he showered, he took in his bruised and scarred body. He avoided looking at his chest, acknowledging the throbbing pain whilst shutting out the memory of his journey into the forest and how close he had come to joining those who had lost their lives in the battle. How close he came to leaving everyone that he loved in this world to greeting those he missed in the next.

Harry muttered "Accio clothes," and hastily dressed, noting their cleanliness in comparison to his blood and grime covered clothing from the day before. He smirked slightly as he imagined turning up at Privet Drive wearing them. He wondered if the Dursley's knew the war was over. Whether Petunia knew that the man who had killed her sister had been killed himself, by his own rebounding curse. It was rather apt, thought Harry, that Voldemort had been the instrument of his own destruction. All he, Harry, had done was to remove the source of his power. He sighed, knowing that he could ask about them later, and summoned his glasses, washing them in the sink to remove the accumulated dirt and blood obscuring the lenses. Glancing in the mirror, Harry observed a thin, bruised yet reasonably clean man staring back at him. Making his way back to his bed, Harry noticed a note on the windowsill.

Harry-

We're all in the Common Room. Thought we'd let you sleep for a bit.

Ron

Taking a deep breath, and contemplating what exactly Ron meant by the word "all", Harry left the dormitory, and made his way down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.

A sea of faces stared up at him, and Harry took a moment to take in the scene. The entire Weasley family, except, thought Harry with a pang, Fred, were either sitting or standing in the common room. Professor McGonagall also stood by the fireplace, seemingly in the middle of addressing the group. Several members of the Order, including Hestia Jones and Kingsley Shaklebolt, were dotted around the room, whilst the entirety of the remaining DA were also crammed in, including Luna. Evidently the House system had fallen in the place of unity.

"Harry, you're awake!" shrieked Hermione, hugging him fiercely.

"Alright mate?" asked Ron, rolling his eyes at Hermione and punching him affectionately in the arm. Harry winced, as Hermione stepped back towards Ron, who put his arm around her.

"Never better" Harry replied, smiling. "What time is it?"

"Oh, only about 11," said Hermione, "We thought you could do with a lie in."

She looked at Harry slightly anxiously, evidently worrying about the trauma of the previous day.

However, he had other, more pressing issues on his mind. He glanced around the Common Room slightly desperately, seeing smiling faces staring up at him. Yet, finally, the face that he had been looking for. Ginny.

Their eyes locked. He didn't notice that the room had fallen silent in anticipation. He didn't notice Hermione's tears falling down her smiling face. He didn't notice the dawning looks of comprehension throughout the Weasley family. To them, there was nobody else in the room. Their shared gaze communicated more words than a thousand letters could ever hope to express, the force of love breaking through the pain and shock and terror of the previous day.

Gazing into her eyes, Harry could see something strange in their beautiful, fiery brown depths. Fear, loss, pain, hope, joy and uncertainty all seemed to be conveyed in them. Yet there was something else.

"Ginny?" he croaked "I…I"

He didn't know what to say. No words could express the range of emotions swirling around his brain, like a thousand golden snitches were trapped inside his head. Yet, suddenly, he realised that there was only one word to say.

"I love you" he said, releasing his heart and banishing the key.

Suddenly, Ginny, the girl- the woman- who never cried, had tears running down her face. The Weasley family exchanged looks of alarm, and Mrs Weasley made to touch her daughter's arm. Yet, something held her back. Somehow, she knew that the moment belonged to them.

Ginny stepped towards him. Then began to pummel his arms. "Never… do… that… to … me … again!" she gulped between punches. Harry stood, arms at his sides, without defending himself.

"I'm sorry." He said, again and again. "I'm sorry."

Suddenly they were in each other's arms. Their kiss seemed to fuse them together until their souls were one, knitted together more powerfully than any physical stitch. Their connection seemed to transcend Time itself. Love, thought Harry, Love survives. War can trample people to the ground, crush their spirits and kill their friends. Yet love cannot be quashed. Love is a survivor, where all else dies- and so, like their first kiss, as they broke apart, the minutes, hours, or several sunlit days spent in each other's arms spelt out renewal. Life. Hope. Future. And so, as the seeds grow and take root in spring, their love was planted, ready to grow.

Their tears flowed together, a river of love cascading down their faces, the blessed landscape in which water flowed.

"I love you too." Breathed Ginny- and with that, their relationship was incarnate. Sealed.

They stood for several minutes, Harry breathing in her scent, her hair, proof that she was living. Yet they finally broke apart, and awoke to a room full of mysteriously damp eyed friends and family.

AN I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!