Ginny- first point of view

I heard footsteps behind me. Its weird and stalkerish maybe, but I have already memorized the sound of his footsteps. Then again, I also memorized every single one of his timetables every single year.

Except this year.

"Hey, Harry." I said monotonously. I felt his cautious footsteps approach me. I fingered my skirt. "Is it okay to sit down with you?"

I felt surprised at his question. "Of course it is- you don't need to ask." I turned around and saw Harry standing. His legs was clad in a pair of threadbare jeans, and he was wearing Bill's shirt. He looked much more better wearing it than Bill though. And a garish looking blanket was slung around his shoulders. He was clutching the ends of it together, giving a small smile.

Standing like that with the blanket slung around his bony shoulders, he looked pale and fragile. Like a small child. Then I realized he was fragile. I motioned for him to sit.

He sat down with difficulty, a distance away from me. I noticed him favouring his stomach, and sighed. Ruddy stubborn git… I looked out to the sea again.

"You shouldn't be here-" I started to say. He cut me off. "I'm sorry."

I looked at him, confused. "What for?"

"For many things. For not keeping you safe. For hurting you. For being an idiot-"

I sighed again. "Come here, you git."

"What?"

I scooted over to him, and laid my head on his shoulder. "I'm not mad at you. I know why you did it. If I were you I would have done it too. But- but it hurts to see you throw yourself into danger like that, you know?"

"Its not that that nice either, you know," I heard him say as he laid his head on top of mine. I let a small smile grace my lips. I always knew that this was where I belonged- sitting so close to Harry Potter I was almost sitting on top of his lap.

He cleared his throat. "Look- I'm also sorry that you got hurt. I should've- should have protected you better…"

I realized he was apologizing for the prominent scar on my forearm, and immediately slapped him on his arm.

"Ow!"

"You complete idiot- the Carrows didn't want information on you! They wanted information on the DA and Order and- well." Where was Neville now? I hoped he was okay. He was the only one who was readily available to sneak Firewhiskey into Hogwarts to piss off the Carrows.

"All the same- look, you made me realize something." He shifted, and faced me, sitting cross- legged. I followed his position, looking intensely into his serious green eyes. "What did you realize?"

"That- um," he fingered the cuffs of his jeans, turning pink. "That maybe, breaking up with you was not- uh- Look, I broke up wit you to protect you, alright? And I get stabbed and find out that it didn't do you good at all."

I waited with bated breath. Did he- did he mean…

He was turning pinker. I love it when he turns pink. No, its not revenge for when I was a first year and I used to turn red around him. He looks pretty good when he blushes- unlike me, I look like a bloody carrot.

"I just- maybe, well, I thought that maybe breaking up with you was counter- productive."

Finally the pigheaded fool gets it. I clapped sarcastically and he looked up, brow arched and flushing.

"Finally," I said sarcastically. "Finally you realize that breaking up with me was bloody useless. Do you know how many times I got hangovers because I drunk too much Firewhiskey trying to forget you? Do you know how many times I would cry into my pillow and sleep, still crying? Do you know how many times I would hang on to the bloody radio, or interrogate my parents on your whereabouts, because I was so bloody worried? Do you know-"

"I get it, I get it," Harry cut me off- the prat was smirking. I crossed my arms, definitely pissed. "So what do you intend to do?" I huffed, sounding like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

"I was thinking, that, well…" He trailed off, and he reached into his shirt. Maybe he was going to draw out his wand or something… instead, he drew out his mokeskin pouch from Hagrid.

"What about your pouch?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, I wanted to show you something- hey, hang on, how do you know I got a pouch from Hagrid?" I shrugged, and he ignored it, opening the pouch. Truth was I couldn't keep my eyes off him for the whole of his birthday at the Burrow.

His seventeenth birthday party. It feels so long ago- yet I can still feel how his hands stroked my back. Those were better times.

"Aha!" Harry exclaimed triumphantly, and drew out a… broken mirror.

"Uh," I said eloquently. "I can see how a broken piece of mirror helps our situation." He laughed, shaking his head. He turned over the mirror and underneath was the name, 'James Potter'.

I realized that the mirror belonged to his father, and felt guilty for commenting so callously about the mirror. "It belonged to your dad?" I asked and he nodded, eyes bright.

"Its part of a set," he explained. "This belonged to Dad, and the other piece belonged to Sirius. I don't know where Sirius' one went. But, well, its amazing really- say, you had this mirror and I had the other one. If you called my name into the face of this mirror, my face would appear. Then we could communicate easily."

He smiled at me. "Its an idea, isn't it? I could find another set of mirrors- then both Hermione and I could find out the charms used on this one and use it on that pair. I was thinking, well, we could- you know, communicate using those mirrors. So that I will know when you are in danger, and you will know when I am in danger. That way, we could help each other, you know?"

It was a great idea, actually. In fact, it just might work- with both of us apart. Then I looked at his thin, fragile stature, at his pale face, and how the blanket slung around his shoulders made him look much younger than seventeen, and I said, "Absolutely not."

His eager face immediately crumpled, and I felt my heart break in two. "Oh, sweetheart, I didn't mean that I hate your idea," I amended quickly. "I love it! But you and Hermione will not work on it- Hermione, Ron and I will work on it. Not you."

He looked confused. "Why?"

Oh, honestly. "Harry." I said sternly. "You need to regain your strength. You look really sick- hell, you are sick! Honestly, I am surprised you even managed to walk down here without collapsing."

"I'm not made of glass," he told me quietly, and I felt my heart break again. "All the same, I don't think you should do it. The spells can take a lot out of you I bet- you need to regain your health back again." He nodded morosely.

Then he turned to me again. "I- I'm doing this, because-" I saw him swallow. "Because- look, I'm not good with words and feelings and crap. But I do know one thing, and I- I'm in love with you. Head over heels. And- and you have to realize that if you got hurt again, or d-died, the war would be lost, because I can't bear to live a life without you. As selfish as it may seem, many people have left me and I don't want another one, especially someone I love-"

I kissed him passionately and tenderly, lips moving against his soft ones. I loved the taste of his lips. I loved it when he would sigh into my mouth. I loved it when he would tentatively lick my teeth and gums with his tongue. But most of all, I loved him.

And he loved me! Me, poor old weak Ginny Weasley. I felt like screaming it out. He loves me, me me me me…

I detached my lips to give the poor boy a chance to breath, and told him softly, "I love you too."

His jaw dropped, then a beautiful smile spread over his lips. I smiled widely. "Does- does this mean that we are back together again?" I asked him uncertainly.

He grinned. "Hell yes," he said excitedly, then frowned. "If you want to- I mean, I won't blame you if-"

I kissed him again, shutting him off. Separating from him again, I told him coyly, "I hope you take that as a yes."

He smiled at me abashedly. "You look really beautiful," He told me, brushing a stray lock of red hair behind my ear. I smiled goofily at him. "You look beautiful too," I said honestly, and pulled him up. "Come on now, I don't want you to catch a cold. Do you need another pain potion?"

"I think I already caught one," He said, sneezing immediately. I rolled my eyes.

"You prat- couldn't you have waited for me inside?"

Looking at the mirror which ultimately will be my saviour in many dull and cold nights to come, I knew though that he wouldn't be the Harry I loved if he didn't risk a cold just to see me. I smiled.

At the moment, everything seemed alright with the world.