As Harry walked up to the Weasley's front door, he couldn't stop himself from thinking 'I can't believe I'm still here.' But he was. The horrors of the final confrontation were still fresh, but he had people he could talk to, and things to look forward to. His face broke into a grin as he knocked on the front door, as he had told Ron to keep it to himself that he was coming by. He hadn't left 12 Grimmauld place since Voldemort had been destroyed; it had comforted him being there, knowing that his godfather was still watching over him.
It was Mrs Weasley who warily opened the door. There still were a few hopeless Death Eaters roaming about, looking for easy prey. But when she saw who it was, she gave a shriek.
"Harry! Oh! Come in! I thought Ron had been acting weird this evening." Harry, still grinning, entered the Weasley's living room. For a few minutes there was a flurry of hugs, and Harry had to stop to admire Hermione's new engagement ring, but then he turned to the one who had not come rushing forward, but who he longed to hold.
Harry had not spoken to Ginny in the month since he had returned to normal life; she had seemed cautious of him, and had held back. But all that was forgotten as Harry held out his arms to her, and Ginny rushed into them, adding a long, slow kiss. Mrs Weasley just smiled.
"So, what are you doing here? Please say you can stay for a week... or two... or a month..." she asked, and Harry laughed.
"Well, I was only planning on dropping in, but if you would have me, I believe I still have some old clothes left in my Hogwarts trunk here."
"Oh of course! Stay for as long as you want, you can have Fred and George's old room, it's unused since they moved out." Mrs Weasley continued. "But you've gotten so tall now, that none of you're clothes from two years ago will fit you, you will have to get some more."
The evening passed quickly, discussing such things as Ron and Hermione's wedding, Fleur's new baby, Tiffany, and Tonks' baby, Ryan. Then it got so late that everyone was yawning, so they all decided to go to bed. But as soon as Harry had closed his bedroom door, he heard a knock on it, and knowing who it was, he opened it eagerly.
"I was so scared for you," Harry told Ginny, after he had kissed her a few times. "I feel as if I have to go and touch you every five minutes, just to make sure you're really there."
"I was never scared," Ginny said, "because I knew you'd come for me. Even when Voldemort started doing spells on me, and he nearly killed me, I knew you were looking for me." Harry looked a little haunted as he continued.
"But you couldn't see all that time at St Mungo's; when for weeks they weren't sure if you were going to ever recover. That was torture. But you're here now." He kissed her, and she seemed to melt against him.
The next morning Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron went shopping, for in all the trauma of the past few months, none of them had cared about anything except the horcruxes. Mrs Weasley was right; Harry's clothes were all to small for him, because somehow Harry had grown so much that he was taller than Ron, and he was still growing at an alarming rate. All Harry cared about that subject, though, was that Ginny seemed not to mind at all.
At about midday Ron and Hermione wandered off, leaving Ginny and Harry alone. Ginny suggested they go to Fred and George's shop, so they headed towards it, and forced their way into the packed building. Inside there were so many people that Ginny was shoved right against Harry, and automatically he put a protective arm around her slender shoulders. It was like this that the twins found them.
"Looks like our baby sister is back off the market," George said.
"I haven't been 'on the market' since I was eleven," Ginny retorted, and gave Harry a long kiss in front of her brothers, just to see how they would take it. Fred and George didn't seem to have seen anything out of the ordinary.
"So when are you two planning on getting married?" Fred asked.
"Um..." Ginny faltered. She had thought a lot about that, but her own insecurity had made her unsure.
"You were planning on marrying me, weren't you?" Harry asked.
"Of course," she answered, feeling like life had been moved to heaven.