Hands balled into fists, arms swinging, legs pumping, chest heaving. She tears through the halls looking for him. Hoping to find him before he can escape again.
He needs to know, needs to know how much she needs him, how much she loves him. Everything rides on this moment. She needs to find him.
And then there he is, walking out of Headmistress McGonagall's office with a tired and worn expression upon his perfect face. The face she's dreamed of her entire life.
"Harry!" The name is ripped from her lips wildly, her desperate tone reaching his ears and causing him to snap his emerald gaze towards her. She hopes that her face isn't too flushed with red. She hopes that her red hair streaming out behind her isn't as tangled as it feels. She hopes that he can see how much she loves him and needs him in her big brown eyes. It's been too long; he's been gone too long to leave again without her.
He can travel the world and never look back, just as long as she's at his side. As long as he doesn't leave her behind, again.
He's surprised to see her, and it's reflected in his tone as he says, "Ginny?"
The world seems to melt away as she hears his voice saying her name. He's alive. He's not dead, he truly made it out and she isn't alone.
"Harry." She breathes and flings herself into his arms, crying shamelessly and clinging to him as if she'll never let go.
Two thumps of her heart goes by and then he's wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her as tightly with his arms as her's are around his neck, and his face is nuzzling into her neck. He breathes in the scent of sweat, dirt, flowers, and Ginny.
She pulls back slightly to gaze into his green eyes, breathing in the scent of sweat, dirt, and Harry.
"I love you." She says, and her hands come around to cup his cheeks as she kisses him with all the love she carries in her body. Their lips part and he rains kisses upon her face; her mouth, her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, her forehead, her hair. He kisses her frantically as if afraid that she'll disappear at any moment.
She can't help but cry as she smiles up at him and see's that he, too, is crying. "I'm not going anywhere, Harry. You're never going to get rid of me."
"Good. I love you."
And they're kissing again, just lips to lips but they're in their own world and nothing around them matters; not the destroyed castle, not the students grieving for their lost friends, not the teachers helping to move lifeless bodies, not even the horrible stench of grime, sweat, and death that hangs in the air around them.
They're in each others' arms, and that's all that matters.
They're together.
They're home.
Finally.