Hello - to old readers and new!

This is the third story in my Ginny Weasley stories - Moments in HalfBlood Prince and GW and her sixth year at Hogwarts - so you should probably read them first.

Here is the first chapter (which I've written instead of studying) so I hope you enjoy it.

Also, this chapter will be in 3rd person, as for the others, I'm not sure but I'll try to be consistent.

Dedicated to Erica Grace, my new baby cousin, whom I love more than words can express, and to the victims of the Lindt Cafe Siege in Sydney.

Chapter 1 - Reunited at Last

It's been the longest winter without you,

I didn't know where to turn to

'...I was snapped out of it, an unknown time later, by a smattering of applause. I sat up straight, and saw that the doors were open.

I knew who it was. Heart pounding, I stood up, ready to run to my Harry.'

Harry had to see her. Now. He had to explain everything to her, had to hold her in his arms again. If he didn't want her so bad, he would've gone straight to the Gryffindor Boys dormitory, instead of coming back here where people wanted to give him the praise he didn't deserve. Harry's eyes scanned the Hall, his desire to see her growing stronger by the second. He found her, still with her mother, but now standing.

Ginny's brown eyes met his green ones. Her heart leaped, and that feeling that had come upon her almost three years ago stole over her again. She gave into the pulling sensation and began to run towards him.

Harry walked faster, eager to get to her. The Hall had quieted, everyone eager to see whom he was seeking, but neither one of them cared.

There was Ginny running towards him, that hard blazing look on her face and she threw her arms around him. They gripped each other as tight as humanely possible; thankful to be in each other's arms again. Ginny pulled back and looked into his eyes. He saw sadness and a flash of anger.

"You'd better have a good explanation for all the hell you've put me through this year," she said, and Harry grinned.

"Don't worry, I do," he replied. "I'm sorry."

"You'd better be."

There was still anger in her voice, but she was fighting back a smile. They stared into each other's eyes and she sniffled.

"I'm so glad you're alive," she said, running a hand through his hair, then cupping his face. It was bloody and dirty, but she couldn't care less.

"I love you," he said. She couldn't believe her ears.

Harry Potter loves me? Me, Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister? She thought to herself. She wanted to ask, 'Really?' but as she looked in his eyes she knew the answer. Her heart soared.

"I love you too," she said, so tenderly it was like a caress. Harry could see it in her eyes. His heart soared. She loved him. Ginny Weasley loved him. There was only one thing left to do now.

Their lips met in a crash that surely let off red and gold sparks like those when Harry and Voldemort's spells had collided earlier. It was passion as they had never felt before; towering over the firewhisky kiss they had shared last year on his birthday. They were pulling each other closer, when they thought it wasn't humanely possible.

His arms tightened around her and he - literally - lifted her off her feet so as to kiss her better (for his neck was starting to hurt). It sounded as though everyone was applauding, but that wasn't their focus. No, their focus was on how good it felt to kiss properly, how much they had both missed it. How spirit-lifting it felt to be able to be with each other properly now; no Voldemort, no nothing to keep them apart.

After what seemed like a glorious eternity, they broke apart. They stared into each other's eyes, and grinned at the remaining applause and wolf-whistles.

"What just happened?" They turned to find that Percy had spoken, and looked very confused and bewildered. They laughed and Ginny leaned into Harry.

"Yeah, and he's not the first boyfriend she's had," replied Ron, who was grinning slightly.

"Wh-what?" spluttered Percy and they laughed. Harry began to lean into Ginny to the point where she thought she'd fall over.

"Harry, are you all right?" she asked, concerned.

"Yeah," he replied. "Just had a dizzy spell."

Before she could reply, Madam Pomfrey appeared and said, "All right, Potter, I'm going to heal you up and then you're going to go straight to your dormitory and sleep. No exceptions."

Harry nodded and he and Ginny sat down, hands linked. Madam Pomfrey began tending to his wounds, eliciting winces and the like. When there was no more blood visible and his cuts where slivers, she turned to Ginny.

"You should have seen me earlier," she said, lips pursed.

"Sorry, I -"

"Never mind, it's all right," she said brusquely, and began tending to her. When she was done, Ginny felt her face. Thankfully, it was now deflated except for the fabric on her deeper cuts. (A/N: I don't know if they use bandaids, so let's just go with fabric :A/N)

Madam Pomfrey then moved along the table to the rest of her family, Mrs Weasley at her shoulder. Harry stood up and looked hesitantly at Ginny, and then her father. A silent communication seemed to happen, then Mr Weasley smiled and motioned to the doors.

Looking relieved, Harry held out his hand to her and pulled her up when she took it. They walked hand-in-hand out of the Hall, and silently made their way to Gryffindor Tower.

When Ginny was going to question him on how he was still standing, he stumbled into her, and leaned on her for the rest of the way. When they approached the Fat Lady, Harry said, "I'm sorry, we don't know the password."

"You just saved our lives.You don't need a password," she said, smiling, and swinging open.

"Thank-you," he called to her before entering. It was hardly damaged and there was dust everywhere. Thankfully, there was no one else there except for them.

They made their way up the staircase to the boy's dormitory. Once inside, Ginny guided Harry to his bed and pulled back the covers. He sat down, removed his shoes and lay down with a soft plunk. He sighed in pleasure at the softness of a proper bed, and let himself sink into it.

Once Ginny had removed her shoes, she climbed in next to him and drew up the covers around them. She sunk into it too, enjoying the softness against her aching body. She opened her eyes and noticed Harry watching her, eyes soft and smitten, with a small smile playing on his lips. She grinned, leaned over and kissed him. The smile was still on his lips, and his eyes remained closed.

"I'm really tired," he told her, slightly slurring his words.

"No, really?" she replied sarcastically.

"Anyway, I promise I'll tell you everything tomorrow."

"It doesn't have to be tomorrow; just tell me when you're ready to deal with it all."

"Tomorrow," he repeated firmly, and she found the strength to roll her eyes. She continued to stare at him as his face began to relax with sleep. There were very dark circles under his eyes that she hoped would soon be gone, and she noticed that he had forgotten to remove his glasses. She pointed this out to him.

"'Nother time," he said quietly. She sighed and plucked them off, then placed them on his bedside table. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him. She rested her head on his chest, and began to let the black waves of sleep wash over her.

"Love you, Gin."

"Love you too."

And sleep came and encased them both with its dark yet inviting wings.

I hope you liked it! I'm sorry that it's taken awhile, but I started my senior year and was busy with that, then to top it all off I got writers block on how to end it.

Anyway, have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I promise to have the next chapter up ASAP.

Love,

HarryandGinnyPotter4ever xx