Chapter 19- Ginny's Reward. * Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. * AN- Last chapter! Finally! There will be a sequel to tell you what happens to our couples after this story. *

Although still cold it was dryer at the Burrow that it had been in London. An icy am almost flirtatious wind played among the bald trees. Frost covered the grass shining like a thousand shards of glass.

Ginny had come to the Burrow with the aim of visiting her parents to find there was no-one in and she had forgotten her key. She was wrapped warmly in a purple cloak, hat, scarf and gloves. So she sat and waited.

She was lost in her thoughts when a voice called out to her.

"Ginny?"

She froze that voice ran through her like ice. It was welcome, loving, longing and strange at the same times. But not that voice surely? She was hallucinating, hearing things- wasn't she?

A hand touched her shoulder; she turned and met his eyes. Green.

She couldn't speak, couldn't move. She could only stare at him.

"It's me Ginny, I never died, that was Malfoy, and oh it's such a long story!" He said.

She was trembling, crying for joy as she embraced him as she never thought she would do again.

*

Ron had let Hermione and himself inside the house with the key he always carried around with him. They sat down at the scrubbed bench in the kitchen.

"I don't believe it. It's like some sort of wonderful dream," He said alas Hermione snuggled up against his chest.

"I know," She whispered, "I hardly slept last night. I thought I was going mad."

For the first time since seeing Harry, Ron found himself contemplating Hermione. Her hair was drying and winding itself back into bouncy curls that went everywhere. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were breathtakingly bright.

"I love you," He said.

"I love you too." She said.

* Harry stared at his one-time fiancée, filled with wonder, awe and the same burning love that had plagued him for many years.

Her brown eyes were alight and her red hair fell haphazardly around her graceful shoulders.

He had just finished explaining things to her, all the time she had never let go of his hand.

"Have things changed between us?" He asked her.

"Not really, I never stopped loving you even when I thought you were dead. I've been miserable since that day and I've always worn this," She said drawing out a chain on which hung the delicate engagement ring he had given her.

He took it from her, and took her hand, "Ginny will you marry me?" He asked.

"Yes, again yes!" She exclaimed.

He slipped the diamond entcrusted ring onto her finger once more, and things were set right at last.

The End?

AN- Or is it? Watch out for the sequel!