Chapter 14: Ginny's POV
"Harry?" I whisper, turning around to see a tall silhouette, illuminated by the silver light behind me.
"It's really me Gin," he says.
I stand up in a trance, literally feeling like I am being drawn towards him. I walk slowly towards him, eyes fixated on his, everything feeling as though it has an air of surrealism to it.
I reach him and stare up at him, his eyes shining as they look down at me. I reach up towards his cheek…
And slap him with all my might.
The sound reverberates throughout the hills, and Harry recoils from my hand.
"Ow! Ginny! What was that for?" he cries out.
"For everything!" I shout. I am sure I'm being irrational, but right now I have a million emotions clouding my head and I am not quite sure which ones are supposed to be directed at Harry.
"Okay, so maybe I do deserve that. A little bit," Harry admits.
"You think?" I yell, quieting down slightly from before but still louder than I really need to be. Luckily, no lights are turned on in the house.
"Listen, Ginny, can I just talk to you? Please? Without being slapped again?" he pleads.
I cross my arms, not saying anything, allowing Harry to fill the silence as he desires.
"Ginny, I came back. I didn't just let everything go like I did last time."
"Why did it take so long?" I ask.
"I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't just drop everything and leave," he explains. "I had to get my stuff in order. My boss wasn't too pleased when I told him I was leaving with only two days notice. And I had to sell the house dirt cheap just to get it sold. But I had to. I realized after you walked out the door, I couldn't just let you go. I needed to be with you. So I booked a ticket, sold the house, quit my job, and flew half-way around the world to be with you. Please tell me I didn't do it for nothing." His voice quiets to a whisper, and he moves towards me, putting his hands on my waist and drawing me closer.
I lean into him, and look back up into his eyes, trying to memorize how his features look in the moonlight.
"You came back? For me?" I ask breathlessly.
"I did," he says. "I came back for you. Last time, I left, and you found me. It was my turn to come for you. "And he leans down and kisses me.
Soon enough I am lost in his kiss. Our tongues dance together as we meld into one being.
It sure sounds clichéd, the typical kiss in the moonlight, the reuniting couple, realizing they can't live without each other, blahblahblah….. And sure, to an outsider it was the biggest cliché, something that only happens in chick-flicks. But to us, it was perfect. It was exactly what we needed. We needed to realize that we couldn't be apart any more. And as we kissed in the middle of the night, we realized everything we needed to and more.
We stayed outside until dawn. Harry and I sat down on the shore of the pond, and he held me in his arms until the sun broke through the night haze and blazed over the tops of the surrounding hills. Neither of us slept, and neither of us broke the silence that had fallen over us like a blanket. It was enough for both of us to just know that the other was there and wasn't going to leave.
Harry and I had both started to drift off, still clutching each other close, when the spell that had been cast over us was broken by Ron sticking his head other the window and yelling, "Oi! You two! Get inside! Mum made breakfast!" at us in the loudest voice he possessed.
We both started and then Harry stretched and stood up, offering me his hand and then yanking me up onto my feet. I yawned hugely and leaned against Harry as we walked into the kitchen.
Mum was putting the last dish of food on the table when we walked in.
"There you two are," she tutted. "Breakfast is ready, just grab a seat while I call the others."
Harry and I took seats next to each other in front of the large window where Errol and the other owls come and go from. Ron soon walked into the kitchen (without Hermione) and took a seat opposite us. Soon every seat at the table was filled, although it was much less crowded than it used to be. Today, only George, Dad, Mum, and Percy and his wife, Audrey, were joining us.
Everyone dug into the meal with the usual gusto that accompanied mum`s cooking. I tried to eat, but was soon choking on my toast.
Harry was playing footsie with me under the table.