This story isn't going to follow the original storyline set out by J.K Rowling, so if you don't like it…oh well…
I couldn't picture George without Fred…so he's still alive.
"Ron, let him sleep!" Hermione all but shouted at him so she wouldn't wake a sleeping Harry.
"I know, but he needs to know that-" Hermione cut him off.
"He'll find out when he wakes up!"
"But-"
"But nothing Ronald! Let him sleep!"
Ron stopped with his retort on the tip of his tongue. He knew that whenever Hermione used his full name like that, she was really starting to get annoyed with him.
"After all he's been through he deserves some sleep. Plus, I want to know something." Hermione blushed as she said this.
Ron knowing that she was talking about the kiss they shared in the chamber of secrets, also blushed. Although, he was a little confused as to what she wanted to know about the kiss and, evidently, this was shown on his face.
"Oh, no" Hermione rushed to assure him before he could jump to conclusions "it's nothing bad, I promise. It's just, well, I was…was wondering…erm …does this, does this mean we're official now?"
Ron let out a breath of relief he never even knew he was holding. He was secretly hoping that she wasn't having second thoughts about them being a couple.
"Yes, yes, Hermione, this means we're official."
At this her face split into a huge grin that could rival Ron's. he was feeling a little braver and said "do you want to seal it with a kiss?"
Now his lips were completely attached to Hermione's eager not to let go anytime soon.
Suddenly the door flew open and standing in the door way were, none other than the Weasley twins Fred and George, looking outraged.
Ron and Hermione jumped apart quickly.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" asked Fred.
"Well Fred, it appears that we have intruded on a very private moment." answered George.
"And in front of Harry when he could wake up at any minute and see you two snogging the faces off each other!"
"He's would be scarred for life!" Fred cried in outrage.
"Oh yes, he just defeated the most feared dark wizard known and will be scarred by Ron and I kissing!" snapped Hermione.
"Well, it was a pretty scary sight wasn't it George?"
"Ye-" but the look on both Ron and Hermione's faces stopped his answer.
"Um, Fred maybe we should leave, Hermione looks like she's about to hex us."
Fred Quickly agreed and they left laughing at them.
Once they were gone Hermione turned to Ron.
"Okay lets go, give Harry some peace to sleep."
She had just turned to leave when Ron called after her.
"Wait! I want to do this properly."
"Do what properly? What are you talking about Ron?"
Instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own.
"Hermione Jean Granger, will you be my girlfriend?"
Her answer: "Yes, Ron, of course I will!"
At this their faces split into identical grins and they left the room hand-in-hand, leaving a sleeping Harry to his dreams of a certain red-headed witch.
Harry awoke a little later, wanting desperately to go back to sleep. He had been having the best dream he had had in a while. He was dreaming about Ginny.
Ginny.
Her name alone was enough to give him the strength to sit up and get out of bed. He slipped on his glasses and padded barefoot to the bathroom with the intention of having a nice hot shower.
Once in the bathroom, he took off his dirty clothes and stood in front of the mirror trying to assess the injuries he had received over the past few months. But it turned out that he was too dirty to see them properly and decided to check them after his shower.
As soon as Harry stepped under the hot water in the shower he felt himself relax immediately and he just stood there and let the water work it's magic. He let it rinse the dirt and dry blood from his hair and body. Whilst this was happening, he let his mind wonder. He kept asking himself the same questions over and over again.
What will happen now? Will everyone hate me for all the deaths I have caused? What will Ginny say? What will she do now? What is she has moved on? Will she take him back? Does he deserve to be taken back?
These thoughts were repeated in his mind until he realised that he had probably been in the shower for the best part of an hour. He turned the water off and stepped out to dry himself off. Now that he was clean, he could see his injuries better. He had a cuts and bruises on both legs and a few on each arm. He had many cuts on his face. His torso had the worst of it. It was completely covered in cuts, some deeper than others, and it looked like on big giant bruise. He was sure more than half of these would turn into scars.
But the thing that caught his attention was the big lightening shaped scar directly over his heart, where Voldemort hit him with the killing curse for second and last time.
He got dressed and started to make his way out of the dormitory and into the common room, where he knew Mrs Weasley would give his one of her famous bone-crushing hugs, then demand that he goes and see's Madam Pomphrey to get checked over.
He walked into the common room and was taken by surprise: it was empty!
He stood in shock for a minute, then the portrait hole opened and Harry was snapped back into reality. Everyone must have been down at breakfast. The Weasley's came in and stood in front of him and one by one gave him a hug. Last of all was Mrs. Weasley, she rushed forward and seized him in her famous hug. After she pulled away, he caught sight of Ginny, the only Weasley that didn't hug him. He hoped he would have time to do it later. He realised that he had been looking at her for longer than normal and quickly looked away only to do a double-take.
There, standing in the back of the room were his parents, Sirius, Remus and Tonks, alive and well.
