"I missed you Gin," He said quietly, as they ambled slowly next to the lake of Hogwarts, the water rippling lazily, as the trees rustled their leaves almost pleasurably.
"You better have," she replied a joking threat to her words as Harry draped his arm about her shoulders and pulled her close, wrapping her into the protective fold of his body.
"I thought about you every day," he admitted, his cheeks tinging a delicate crimson as she smirked, inwardly delighted.
"You weren't alone."
"I know," he smiled, wistfully; his eyes tracing the depths of the forest, where shades shimmered, and shadows hinted at a world beyond their own. "I'm never alone."
"Never."