Ginny pushed open the door to the room of requirement and nearly stepped back in shock as she saw someone already in there. When she entered the room had been empty except for a fireplace and a chair in which a person was sitting but as she entered a large plush bed appeared due to her 'need' of a place to sleep. She was even more shocked when she realized that the figure in the chair was Harry.

"Harry…" she began but as soon as she had spoken Harry whipped around in his seat and looked at her, eyes wide.

Ginny's heart broke when she saw him, his face was wet from tears and his whole body sagged as if he carried the weight of the world, which, she added to herself, he did.

His lips parted and he sighed, his eyes were filled with longing as he gazed at her causing Ginny to blush. It was an awkward moment before Ginny decided that what happened earlier didn't matter; she was going to comfort him tonight when he needed it most. She glided over to him and sat down beside his chair. He said nothing, only looked at her sadly. She gave him a small smile and pushed the hair back from his eyes. Then she leaned in and kissed him, long and passionately.

She kept one hand in his hair and placed the other on his shoulder. He placed his arms around her waist and sank to the floor next to her, pulling her in closer to him as he did so. The kiss was the greatest feeling Ginny had ever had. Eventually they broke off and Harry rested his head on her shoulder. For nearly an hour they just sat by the fire in silence, holding and comforting each other.

When Ginny had entered the room, Harry had at first believed he'd slipped off into a dream. Suddenly she was holding him and kissing him and the sensation made Harry realize it was deffinately not a dream. He longed to stay as they were forever but after an hour Harry lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

"Ginny, what are you doing here?" Ginny cocked her head to the side, a smile on her face.

"That question was a bit delayed," she remarked. Harry laughed.

"I didn't feel like going to the dormitories, thought I'd sleep here tonight." Harry squirmed a little and looked away from her.

"Ok, I'll go then," he said, "If you want," he added very fast. He stood up to leave but as soon as he turned to face the door he felt arms circle his chest and Ginny laid her head on his back.

"Stay with me," she whispered. It was not an order but nor was it a question. Despite what Harry's noble side told him to do he couldn't resist the comfort she offered him and he relaxed in her grip.

As soon as he said he would stay, the armchair he had been sitting on morphed into a couch which Ginny then lead him over to.

"Do you want to talk about…" she began.

"No," Harry cut her off. She looked a little hurt so he continued, "It's just, there isn't a lot to talk about. I wasn't, you know…" he paused as his face became red.

"Crying?" Ginny said for him. He nodded, his machoism having been wounded.

"Anyway, I wasn't… you know, because I'm upset, it was because I was happy. I was thinking about how even though I've lost people, I still have others in my life that I care about." He smiled down at her but frowned when he noticed her eyes were narrowed up at him.

"So you don't care about me then?" she said.

"I…Ginny, what…"

"You said, 'others in my life I care about,' but you've told me that I can't be in your life."

"Ginny!" he said getting slightly angry, "I said that because I care about you!"

"Hmph," was all she replied.

"Look it's not my fault, circumstances are what is keeping us apart!"

"No, Harry James Potter," she announced, "YOU are what's keeping us apart!" Harry looked up at her, how dare she blame him for this! His anger was evident on his face yet she kept going.

"You and your stupid macho nobility are what are keeping us apart, Harry!"

"Macho nobility?" he yelled back at her, "Everyone I try to get close to dies, Ginny! They DIE! And I refuse to let that happen to anyone else!"

"Then how come you'll stay with Ron and Hermione? What if the dark lord uses them as bait? You think I care about the risk? I don't give a damn; he could come after me anyway! So when you go off and start getting yourself into danger I'm going to be right there beside you saving your sorry ass, whether you like it or not!"

The room was now full of a stunned silence. Ginny and Harry stood facing each other, anger burning in both their eyes.

The silence was broken when Harry laughed.

"Of course, I knew this would happen, its part of why I love you. What would I do with out you to save my 'sorry ass'?" Harry smiled up at her but he froze when he saw she did not look happy at his agreeing with her. Instead her eyes had filled with tears and she stared at him, an odd expression on her face Harry could not decipher.

For the second time that night she kissed him passionately without a word. Harry immediately forgot about her strange behavior as he hungrily kissed her back. He began to trail kisses down her neck and she held her head up as she sighed with ecstasy.

"Harry," she finally said, he grunted to tell her he was listening but continued to kiss all over her neck and shoulders while caressing her back.

"Have you learned any contraceptive charms?" she asked her voice barely above a whisper.

He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. He nodded.

"Now might be a good time for one," she added. Harry's eyes widened in understanding.

"Ginny…are you sure? I mean… I want to. Of course I want to… but you're…we're both emotional right now and you might not be thinking clearly," Harry said this last part very fast.

Ginny looked into his eyes, "I'm ready. I want to," she said in the same whispery voice, though whether because she was nervous or because her throat hurt from shouting he couldn't tell. He nodded to her and they moved over to the bed.

Ginny was filled with such a feeling of bliss as Harry lay down next to her on the bed and muttered the contraceptive charm. He had said he loved her! Even though he hadn't meant to, or even realized he had said it, his Freudian slip had shown and she knew he loved her! She knew this was right, they were both ready and they needed it. Dumbledore would have, well, not exactly wanted this, but he would have wanted more love brought into the world. And she knew with more certainty than she had ever felt as they made love, that she truly loved Harry with all her heart.