A/N: DH spoiler-ish. This takes place right after chapter thirty-six 'The Flaw in the Plan'. This isn't exactly how I wanted it, but it's the basic idea. Even though they got married and all that, I felt like Harry and Ginny needed more closure. And by closure I mean snogging, of course.

After the Flaw

Ron and Hermione muttered in agreement.

"The war's over, then?" Ron asked, glancing pointedly at Hermione. She blushed and promptly stepped on his foot.

Harry pretended he didn't know what Ron had meant, though he very well did. "I don't think it ever will be. I mean, for there to be good there's got to be evil, right?"

"S'pose."

"Mhm."

"But I'd say it's all great for now… so, go on, then…" Harry started walking toward the door, but Ginny burst in, almost knocking into him.

"Oh, hi. Thought you'd be here," she said nervously. "Like to take a …walk, Harry?"

Ron cleared his throat loudly. Both Ginny and Hermione rolled their eyes.

"All right, sure," Harry replied, and he followed Ginny out, shutting the door behind himself. Harry thought he saw a flash of brown fly across the room to Ron just before it closed. Ginny seemed to have seen it also, because she rolled her eyes again. He silently stared at her for a few moments.

"That was you by the forest earlier, wasn't it? Under the cloak. Before you…" Ginny asked while the staircase spiraled down.

"What?" said Harry, waking from his trance, "Oh, that. Yeah."

"Why didn't you –?" They stepped off the staircase and walked down the deserted corridor together.

"You only would have tried to stop me."

"Well, yes, obviously. But, Harry, you have to understand. I thought you were – I thought you were dead." Her eyes became watery as she spoke, and Harry wondered if she'd been trying to keep this in for hours.

"Ginny, I –"

"You shouldn't have gone in the first place! If you'd actually… died… do you know how I'd feel? D'you have any idea?" Ginny interrupted.

"I had to."

"No, you didn't. We could have thought of a plan. You didn't have to," Ginny protested, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Yes, I did…" And Harry explained about the Horcruxes, about him being the mistake, about the Hallows, until she knew everything. He felt she deserved it – though he did leave some of the more nasty pieces out. Ginny's face was pale by the time he finished, but she looked relieved to know the truth. Harry pushed open the door to an empty classroom.

"Oh," she said. "…Look, I'm sorry, but – you wouldn't have left anything, you wouldn't have been there…. I wouldn't have ever known." She looked up at him desperately.

"Known?"

Ginny sighed, sitting on a desk. Harry sat down next to her, taking her hand in his.

"Ginny. I love you. I need you. I want you."

And then he leaned over and kissed her. Ginny shifted so that her left knee was at her chest and her other leg hanging over the side of the desk. Harry took her face in his hands – her knee was pressed against his chest and her hands were in his hair. Ginny pulled Harry closer, and he kissed her more deeply, moving one hand to her neck where her pulse was beating, hard. After a few perfect minutes – or days, Harry could never tell with Ginny – she pulled away slightly.

"Harry?" she said. Her lips were still so close to his that it tickled them when she spoke; he could feel her cool breath on his face.

"Yes?" he asked. Harry moved his gaze from her reddened lips to her eyes.

"I love you, too," she whispered.

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