The battle was over, Harry won. He expected Ginny to get to him first. Strangely, that didn't comfort him. He wanted someone there to hold him tight, and cry with him, and share his pain. Not someone who would hold back the tears and tell him he was alright, everything was all right, and that everything was going to be alright. He was never going to be alright again.
Everything that had happened all through-out his life, left Harry a shattered and scarred shadow of what he once was. He knew only one person could get it to be a little bit better. The person that shared his pain from the very beginning. The person who knew his story well before he did. Studied every aspect of it before he even knew the bare beginnings. Someone who helped him through everything. From the troll in first year to the last Horcrux. He wanted Hermione. She was his princess that he did everything for. She was everything he needed. He had never been so sure of anything else in his entire life.
Hermione got there 5 seconds before the smoke settled, before anyone even knew who won. Believing that if Voldemort won then she would finish Voldemort for Harry. The prophecy said 'Neither could live while the other survived...'. It didn't say anything about what could happen after one of them died. Harry was her prince, her knight in shining armor, that did and sacrificed more than a thousand people could do for a thousand years. He was the one who deserved to live.
The smoke cleared and she saw Harry standing up on top of the hill. She ran to him crying, part from relief that Harry was alive, part from the stress of all that had happened, and part from the grief of all they had lost. When she got to him she hugged him around the waist and held on tight. She put her head on his shoulder, eyes facing towards his neck so she could see the jugular moving and know he was still alive. She wondered why she didn't let go and let Ginny hold him, yet knowing she loved, deserved, needed, and sacrificed more for Harry than Ginny ever did or could. He needed her as much as she needed him. She didn't know how she knew, she just did.
Harry put his arms around her, holding on tight, knowing that Hermione was everything Ginny wasn't. He leaned his head down, letting the bridge of his nose rest on her shoulder, also crying. Oblivious to the crowd standing around them, they were lost in each other, holding on tight so as to know they were holding each other. Each believing that if they let go, they would lose the other forever.
Ginny was off to the side, one in the crowd. She saw everything, heard everything. Without talking to her, Harry told Ginny that there was no possibility of them getting back together. Ginny was crushed. She left the crowd to help gather up the dead and injured. Hoping that work would help ease her broken heart, but knowing that only time could.