Tell Me One Hundred Times
Chapter Thirty-Five: Hero
Everyone wanted a piece of him. The hero of the 'Light Side'. The Boy-Who-Lived. Everyone had been horrified when they'd believed him to be dead and now they needed to touch him, to hear him speak, to prove this was real and not a dream.
People were surreptitiously removing the bodies of those who had died. I didn't know where they were going, nor did I want to know. I closed my eyes as Fred's body was removed.
Harry looked straight at me. He pushed his way through a crowd of admirers and found his way to my side. I turned away from him to hide the tears inching their way down my face.
"I know you're crying," he said, quietly, so no one could hear. "It's perfectly fine to cry after what you've been through. What you've lost." I lean against the reassuring warmth and solidness of his body, allowing my tears to simply flow.
I soon reached the awkward, gulping stage of crying. Harry handed me a tissue and waited patiently for me to mop up my tears.
"I bet I look hideous," I said, trying to examine myself in the polished floor.
"You look fine," he said. "No one will expect you to look perfect after a battle."
"You're sweet," I replied, managing a very small smile. I hugged him. Maybe other women would be jealous of me, but I loved him.
"Ginny, I broke up with you because of Lord Voldemort," he said slowly. "He's gone now. I know Death Eaters might still try to rise against me, but I think I can face them if I have you."
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend again?" I asked incredulously, hardly daring to believe this was real.
"I think so," he said hesitantly. His forehead was creased in a confused frown. "I'm a hero. Everyone admires me, but the only person I want to admire me is Ginny Weasley."
"You can be my hero, baby," I said, pulling him down to my level for a kiss.
This chapter was Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley. The reason he said it was OK to cry was because I can totally picture Ginny slapping him if he'd said 'Don't cry.' Anyway, hope you enjoyed!