Ginny's P.O.V.

I sat curled up on the window seat in the common room and tried to hold in my tears. Fred was gone, forever. Tears streamed down my cheek and I sniffled. I couldn't bring myself to think of the fact that I would never see my brother again, no matter how annoying he was I wasn't sure if I would ever get over his death. Guilt filled my mind as I forgot Fred and all I was thinking as I sat there was Harry is alive! He doesn't have Voldemort after him anymore and now we can finally be together. There was a small nagging in the back of my head saying, why would he want to be with you? Harry Potter, the chosen one, could have any girl he wanted. Why would he pick me? I thought of Harry, sitting down at a table in the great hall eating the feast. A part of me wished I was down there with him. I knew that with everything that had just happened it would be hard to even get near him. I began sobbing again about Fred when I heard the fat lady's portrait swing open. I looked over to see Harry, Hermione and Ron walk through. I immediately stopped crying and rushed to wipe away my tears. I didn't want Harry to see me like this, I work so hard to stay strong in front of him and I knew that even though it wasn't his fault he would blame himself for Fred's death. Ron looked at me and I saw how hard he was trying to keep it together as well. The only difference was he was succeeding. I was jealous as his face was unreadable while I couldn't stop sniffling. Harry's face was also unreadable as he walked towards me.

"Ginny," he began, "Ron, I'm so sorry about Fred."

"It's not your fault mate," Ron replied sadly. I just sat there silently. I looked at Hermione who seemed to understand I wanted to be alone with Harry.

"Ron can I talk to you about what happened, umm earlier at the battle," She murmured.

"Now?" Ron asked. He turned a bright shade of red and I wondered what had happened, though I had a pretty good idea.

"Yes now." Hermione said louder, "Let's go for a walk." Ron nervously followed her out the door and I turned my attention back to Harry.

"Ginny…" Harry whispered. I felt frozen and couldn't reply so instead just looked into his eyes and began to be pulled further and further away until I was in my own world where it was just me and him. I didn't know what to say or what to do but before I could think I leant forward.

Harry's P.O.V.

I looked at Ginny and tried to imagine what she was feeling. I could imagine what she was going through, I remember feeling that way when Sirius had died. I remember not wanting to talk or see anyone and not to do anything at all. Maybe she just wanted to be alone, I thought sadly. I began to get up when suddenly Ginny leaned in and kissed me. I could've stayed that way forever but then she pulled back and looked at me with sad eyes. I pulled her into a hug and she sobbed softly.

She looked up at me and spoke for the first time since the battle, "How did you get over losing Sirius Harry? Can you ever really get over losing someone you care about?

"Ginny," I said in what I hoped was a gentle tone, "You don't truly get over it, but getting over it would be like forgetting them. You don't get over it, you move on. Fred wouldn't have wanted things to be like this, he wouldn't have wanted you to cry about him. He would have wanted you to remember the good times and he would have wanted you to laugh. That's how he died, laughing."

She simply nodded then looked at her feet.

"And us?" I asked her not sure how to ask her what I really wanted to ask her. "Where are we, I want to get back together Ginny. Voldemort's gone, there's nothing keeping us. Unless you don't want to."

She opened her mouth to answer me but before she could the portal door swung open and cheers exploded as the celebration from the Great Hall was transferred to the Common Room. A group of Gryffindors scooped me up and carried me off, separating me and Ginny. Keeping me from knowing what would happen with us next.