Disclaimer: No matter how much I want to own Harry Potter, I don't.
Harry trudged up to the Gryffindor common room, not realizing he didn't have any way to get in until he was there. He groaned weakly and rubbed his tired eyes. He looked at the Fat Lady pleadingly.
"Okay, okay," she said, swinging open to admit him. He smiled at her gratefully and slipped in to the common room. He contemplated climbing up the stairs and finding a bed to sleep in, but decided he was too tired and collapsed on the couch and fell into a troubled sleep.
Instead of dreams about Voldemort, he had dreams where everyone single person he knew died with Voldemort in them. He was standing in front of a podium at Hogwarts' graduation, giving a speech about how much he had learned that year. Dumbledore, Sirius, Fred, Remus and Tonks were all there, the latter struggling to keep a crying Teddy quiet. Then Voldemort walked in to the Great Hall and one by one shot everyone there with a Muggle pistol. Then he held up a knife he pulled from somewhere and started cutting Harry with it.
Harry woke up on the floor screaming and choking on sobs. There was someone above him, talking, but his glasses had fallen off at some point and he couldn't see who it was.
"Harry," He recognized Ginny's voice. "Calm down. You're okay."
She held him while he cried on her shoulder, whispering calm words in his ear. He knew that she was silently crying also by the way her body shook and her voice broke while she talked to him.
When he had finally calmed down, they just looked at each other sadly.
"Where are Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked hoarsely. Ginny shrugged.
"I think Hermione is with George and Ron is with Luna repairing the castle."
"Okay," Harry said, pulling her onto his lap. They fell asleep that way, content to just be in each other's arms.
When Harry woke up the next morning, his face felt sticky from his tears, his body was sore from sleeping on the ground, and he was cold. Ginny was sitting by the fireplace, warming up next to the fire someone, probably house elves, had started. She had a plate of food next to her, and an empty plate on the other side of her.
Harry got on his hands and knees and crawled over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, surprised at the touch. She looked at him and he saw the sadness he felt reflected in her brown eyes.
And for the second time that day, they held each other and cried.
When Ginny had calmed down, she sighed sadly. "I miss them." She murmured.
"I miss them, too." Harry murmured back, content to just hold her and think about everything that had happened. For the rest of the day they stayed in the Gryffindor common room, talking about what they had done when they were apart, and what they would do now that the war was over.
A/N: So if you couldn't tell, this story is basically what happens between that end of the war and the epilogue, except that I will be changing some things. Like Ron being with Hermione. I may not hate him, but I still think he should be with someone else. Like Luna. Although I'll probably write some Ron and Hermione stories to get rid of writer's block.