A/N: Sorry for the long wait...but my computer has load of viruses on it so I had to get my friend to help me with this. Send her cyber cookies for her help! So enjoy the last two chapters! R&R

It had been a few days since Fred's funeral and the Burrow still had a cloud of grief hanging over it. Mum had thrown herself into cooking to escape the pain, while Dad holed himself up in his shed. Bill was seeking comfort in Fleur. Charlie had returned to Romania, choosing to grieve by himself. George and Harry stayed in their rooms, sometimes not even coming down for dinner. From what I could tell, George was just always crying for his twin, while Harry just stayed locked away blaming himself for all the deaths.

Ron and Hermione were the only ones that could be seen with smiles gracing their faces from time to time. They had found comfort in each other. I, on the other hand, was alone. My only comfort was nature. I would always escape outdoors to think or when I couldn't stand staying in the Burrow. I wanted to comfort my loved ones, but there were no words to say. Harry wouldn't talk to anyone, or even listen. We had barely said one word to each other.

Opening my eyes and turning toward the sound of footsteps approaching, I saw Ron and Hermione walking hand in hand to where I was sitting under a shady oak tree.

"Hey Gin, how you doing?" Ron said, sitting next to me.

"I'm okay, I just don't want to watch the family and Harry grieve themselves into nothing," I replied, shrugging.

"I know what you mean. Harry won't even look at me," said Ron.

"How can we get through to him?" asked Hermione.

"No idea, unless beating him senseless isn't out of the question," I answered.

"Probably not the best option," Ron chuckled.

"…but it is an option…" I muttered.

"Maybe…but who do we know that could get through to him?" Hermione said.

Lapsing into silence, we thought. I couldn't really think of anyone besides Roin and Hermione, his two best friends. Yet, that was out of the question, considering they've already tried. Dumbledore, Sirius, and Remus could have done it, but they weren't here anymore. It seemed like a lost cause.

Ron and Hermione answered at the same time as me.

"Ginny."

"I don't know."

"Ginny."

Startled, I turned towards Ron.

"What?"

"Yeah, Gin, he loves you, he'll listen to you."

"Plus, you're stubborn enough to stick to it," Hermione added.

"I don't know guys. Yes I love him, but I don't think he loves me. He did break up with me."

"Ginny," Hermione stated. "You know why he broke up with you. You even said you understood, plus I know he loves you as much as you love him."

"How…"

"I'm not going to say how I know, he can tell you, but you've got to at least try to get him to talk. Please?"

"Fine, I'll try tomorrow. Right now I'm going to bed."

"Thanks Ginny," Hermione and Ron both said as I walked away.

"Don't thank me yet," I muttered when I was out of earshot.

How was I going to do this? It was nice to think that both Ron and Hermione had enough confidence in me to make Harry talk. I just wasn't so sure myself.

Merlin, help me! I thought as I laid down and drifted off to sleep.

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The smells of breakfast drifting up to my nostrils brought me awake. Breathing deeply, I made my way downstairs. Seeing Harry's empty chair at the table, I was brought back to the promise I had made yesterday. I had to get him to talk. Knowing I had to do it sooner than later, I ate my breakfast quickly.

"Wish me luck…" I muttered to Ron and Hermione, who were watching me intensely. Trekking up to Ron's room, I thought of all the ways to make him talk, or excuses to just walk away. Coming up with nothing I just decided to wing it. Walking in I saw Harry staring out the window, lost in thought. He didn't even notice me casting a silencing spell.

"Harry," I said, breaking him from his thoughts.

"Ginny."

Well that was sorta easy, at least he had answered.

"I'm so sor-"

"STOP!" I shouted, deciding to just let my anger fuel the conversation. "Just stop saying sorry! None of this is your fault. Remus, Tonks, Colin, and…F…Fred isn't your fault!"

"Gin…"

"No!" I screamed again, by now tears were flowing down my cheeks. "You left, and I understood. Yes, losing Fred was hard, but seeing you supposedly dead in Hagrid's arms made me break. All I wanted to do at that moment was to lay down and die next to you!"

"I wanted to die with you! I didn't want to carry on without you! But I kept fighting for a peaceful future, I kept fighting for you! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!" I screamed as I collapsed to my knees, sobbing.

"Shhh…Ginny…I'm right here, please don't cry," Harry said as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Please don't leave me, please don't," I cried brokenly.

"I'm right here, I won't leave again. I promise."

"Why did you do it, Harry?"

"It's a long story, Gin."

"Tell me, please."

"Okay. It may take awhile."

So he told me. He told me about the Horcruxes, and I felt sick when he told me that the diary was one. He told me all about his, Ron, and Hermione's mission to seek out and destroy them, and he told me of the Deathly Hallows. He told me everything, even about him "dying".

"My last thought before Voldemort 'killed' me was about you and…our last kiss."

"Harry, if you saw me before you entered the forest, why didn't you stop? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I knew that if I did, you would have been able to stop me. And maybe a small part of me wanted that, but I had to go through with it."

"I missed you Harry," I whispered quietly.

"I missed you too Gin, so much. While we were gone I used to take out the Marauder's Map and just watch your dot."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I wished you could have come, your support would've really helped me. But it wasn't safe, and I just couldn't live with myself if something happened to you."

Looking into his emerald eyes, I could see him pleading with me to understand.

"I understand Harry and I'm alright with it now after you told me all about it. It sounds like it was hell. However, I'm not alright with you hiding up here trying to avoid everyone while you blame yourself for something that wasn't your fault."

"Gin, it was my fault. If I had turned myself in sooner-"

"Stop Harry. Fred and the others knew what they were doing. They knew they could possibly die and they still went."

"Yeah, but-"

"No. Everyone will wonder if they could've done something differently then, but the fact of the matter is that won't change anything. They are gone."

"Blaming yourself isn't helping you or anybody else."

"You're right Gin. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"So what do we do now?"

Smiling slightly I answered, "It's going to be hard, but we'll live Harry. We remember and we live."

"Together?"

Leaning in, my lips brushed his when I replied.

"Together, always."

When our lips met, everything seemed right again. The kiss wasn't rushed, but it was filled with the need to be close. Passion seemed to pass between us, but you could also feel the longing and the sadness that seemed to taint everything these days. Yet, we would get through it…together, always.

Harry's stomach chose that moment to rumble, and we broke apart, laughing breathlessly.

"Hungry?"

"Starving."

"Well, let's go get some dinner," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door.