When Harry woke up the next morning, he felt sore and achy. He sat up and took in his surroundings. What he saw shocked him. He was back in the Gryffindor dormitory. The other four beds were empty. His stomach rumbled and he checked his watch. It was 12:00 the next day. He rolled onto his back and tried to take it all in. Voldemort was dead. That was good. But Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Colin, and countless others were also dead. That was bad, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. He felt an enormous amount of guilt when he thought of families who had no clue yet as to what happened. He took a deep breath before climbing out of bed to get dressed for lunch. While he was dressing, his mind wandered to Ginny. His cheeks went red when he remembered his last thoughts before death (kind of).

He walked into the Great Hall ten minutes later, fully dressed, and immediately spotted Ron and Hermione eating lunch. To his surprise and joy, they were holding hands. He went to sit with them.

"Hey, where have you been, mate?" asked Ron.

"Ron, leave him alone. I'm sure he doesn't want to answer questions right now. In fact, I'm pretty sure I know exactly what he wants to be doing right now," Hermione said, with a mischievous look at Harry. Harry just dug into his steak and kidney pie without saying a word, but he could feel his face turning red. Hermione smiled knowingly. "She's in the Hospital Wing."

Harry looked up concerned. "Is she ok?"

"Yeah," Hermione replied. "She's with Fred."

"Oh."

"You should go talk to her."

"Yeah, you're right, as always," said Harry. He made his way slowly to the hospital wing, thinking about what he could say to Ginny. When he opened the hospital doors, he found Ginny alone with Fred. After a few minute of gazing into her brother's face, Madame Pomfrey came in to remove the body. Ginny continued to sit quietly alone. This was a good sign. She turned at the sound of the door closing. Her previously sad face lit up at the sight of him.

"Hey," said Harry.

"Hey," Ginny replied.

"Soooooo," Harry couldn't seem to think of a single thing to say.

"Gosh, what a great pick up line," stated Ginny mockingly.

"I- just don't know- what to say."

"You could start with I missed you," Ginny offered helpfully, standing up and moving closer.

"I missed you, a lot. I- couldn't stop thinking about you. Ginny, I…" Harry lapsed into silence.

Ginny gave him a long, searching look. Then she finished walking the few steps toward Harry and wrapped her arms around him. He returned the favor. He pulled her chin up and bent down to where their noses were touching.

"I really did miss you," Harry said.

"I know," she whispered. Then, she leaned up and kissed him fiercely. Harry returned the kiss, trying to make up for nine months of being deprived of her. They distantly heard the doors open behind them.

"Oi!" yelled Ron. "I thought we'd already had this discussion last year."

Harry and Ginny broke apart and looked at each other smiling. Harry kissed her nose, then her forehead. Then Harry turned to Ron.

"You're one to talk Mr. 'Let's save the elves.'"

Ron and Hermione turned beet red. Ginny looked questioningly and Harry.

"I'll explain later," he responded with a grin.

She looked confused but happy. She and Harry stopped hugging and switched to arms around each other's waists when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came in. They exchanged looks at Harry and Ginny's embrace. Next, they looked to their son and were equally, if not more confused seeing Ron and Hermione holding hands. Then, their faces fell when they looked around and realized that Fred wasn't in the bed behind Harry and Ginny.