Our wrongs remain unrectified
And our souls wont be exhumed…

"I love you Harry." I murmur softly. He just smiles down at me, like the angel that he is, and kisses me again.

This feels so right. How could I have waited so long to tell him?

He gets down off his perch from above my head and sits next to me on the harsh, unforgiving stone floor. He wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my cheek.

I curl up in his arms and rest my head against his chest. I can hear his heart beating, a drum pounding the rhythm to a slow dance.

My eyelids grow heavy and I start to fall asleep, and for once, I'm not afraid of what's waiting for me in my dreams.

I wake up in a pair of strong arms, breathing in sync to someone else's slow and heavy breathing. My eyes crack open just a slither and I can make out the outline of someone's face above my own. And behind them the window is dark outside, the moon rising just visible under the bottom of the sill.

I lift my head and remember who's protecting me.

I nudge him awake, and as he stirs to life again I remember why I came here. And it doesn't feel like it was all I had left and it doesn't feel like the only choice I had. But it still feels right.

"What time is it?" Harry asks.

I check my watch. "Nine-thirty."

"Really?"

"Yeah… Either that or my watch has stopped. I can't really tell."

He silent for a few moments before "Ginny? Why'd you come here?"

I turn to stone. I don't want to tell him that I came here to kill myself. But I don't think I'd be able to lie to him. "To end it all I guess…"

He nods. "Same."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

We're silent again.

Then a thought strikes me, not a pleasant one, but a thought all the same.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you still want to?"

"Do you?"

"Yes."

Silence.

"Ginny?"

"Yeah?"

"You want to do it together?"

I look up at him and lose myself for a moment in his eyes, drown myself in them.

I nod and pick up the dagger he had been using. I clean it off and place it to my forearm. Slowly, I cut his name deep into my arm, like he did mine. I don't care about the pain, I just do it, and when I'm done, I'm smiling.

"Harry?" He looks up from my arm. "Just so you know, I got an offer from Voldemort." He nods. "But I never took it."

"I know." He says softly. "And just so you know, I used to sit beside your bed at night and watch you sleep."

I smile softly. "I know. I used to do it too."

He kisses me, a deep kiss that will last until the end of eternity, and sitting there beside him, while our lips are joined, I run the blade deep along my wrists, spilling life from my body.

He takes the blade from me and does the same, our blood joining together to join as one, the blood of a child we'll never have, the love of a couple we'll never be… until death.

And sitting there beside him, dying, I whisper "I love you Harry… I love you…

"Harry…"

FIN