Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling of course, well the characters and that… the plot it mine! :)
Authors notes: As you asked for it, here it is a little epilogue from Harry's point of view, this is very short I'll warn ya.
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Harry watched carefully as Ginny's movements calmed and her breathing came steadily, chest rising a falling slowly. She was asleep. He stepped away from the door and moved closer to her, now was the time. He took a deep breath and knelt down beside her bed, putting his arms on the bed and resting his chin on his hands. Watching for a few more moments, his eyes glided over her face, her twitching eyelids, the strand of red hair curling across her cheek, the way her lips were slightly parted.
He smiled and leant a little closer. "I love you, Ginny," he whispered so softly he barely heard his own voice.
Ginny's face seemed to flicker with happiness and a tiny smile worked its way onto her lips. It was amazing, she was asleep yet she'd still reacted to his words. Harry felt his heart give a little leap and he closed his eyes, biting his lip as he tried to contain his grin. Though it was almost impossible, he jumped to his feet and strode over towards the door. Then it happened…
Of course it did, it was typical. Who was he to think he could just make a break for it?
His foot caught on the edge of someone's truck and he went flying, landing face first onto the wooden floor, he cursed loudly. Closing his eyes again he held his breath and kept his face pressed against the floor, he could hear Ginny's sheets moving.
"Who's there?" asked Ginny, her voice wavering with anxiety.
Moving a little, Harry attempted to crawl towards the door but his clothes were making too much noise against the wood. He squeezed his eyes even tighter shut and waited for silence to fall upon the room. That didn't happen, next thing he knew, Ginny's feet connected with the floor a few inches from his own.
He'd have to say he was there, he couldn't just lie on the floor and wait to be tripped over. Taking his twentieth deep breath of the day he slowly got to his feet. "Sorry, Ginny I-"
Ginny stared at him and screamed really loudly, cutting of his words before grabbing hold of his shirt. "Harry! What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill me?"
Harry's eyes widened and he suddenly noticed how cute she looked when she was mad, redness creeping across her cheeks, eyes staring straight ahead, jaw set sharply. Yeah, that was cute. "Sorry…" he started, then realized he didn't know what to say to her.
"Well," she continued, letting go of his shirt, "what are you doing in here?"
He needed to think fast, what could he say? "I got lost," he blurted quickly. OK, too quick there Harry, he thought.
Ginny stared at him as he stepped back, raising her eyebrows. He watched as she sighed a little then pull her hair back and away from her face, the sparkle had disappeared from her eyes suddenly. "Why?" she asked again.
"Oh, I…" Harry could tell she didn't want to mess around now, it was late, he'd woken her up, she looked very tired. "Ginny." He stepped closer to her and placed one of his hands on her arm, rubbing a little.
"Harry." She blinked a few times confusion filling her face.
He moved his gaze to the floor and bit his lip as he muttered, "I love you." Then his heart began to pound, and his head spun, he'd really just said that to her. Gradually he brought his eyes to look at her slowly and took in her face. She bit her lip little and the sparkle was suddenly back. "Well, say something," he whispered.
Ginny smiled a little, then started mumbling words under her breath, nothing resembling a coherent sentence, until she eventually got two words out. "Same here," she said.
Harry smiled at her brightly as a blush crept across her cheeks. He stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her gently. "I wasn't sure," he replied softly.
"Now you know," Ginny whispered and buried her head in his shoulder, clutching at his clothes tightly. "I love you too."
