A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word count: 302
Ginny took a deep breath before walking over to Harry. She grabbed his hand, holding it tightly in her own.
"It's over," she whispered. "It's finally over."
"Nothing going to be the same," Harry said, his voice flat. He was right. They both knew it. They'd lost people, lost friends. Nothing was ever going to be the same again.
"One thing could be," she said. "He's gone, you're not longer in danger. No one's going to use me to get to you anymore. If you want, that's something that could be the same," Ginny said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her face was smudged with dirt and dust.
"Really?" Harry asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice.
"Really. We're going to need someone to help each of us heal, and we were so close," Ginny said, letting her voice trail off as she and Harry watched Ron and Hermione kissing in the middle of the room. "And there is that..." she added.
"Took him long enough," Harry muttered. Ginny burst out laughing.
"Took her long enough," she replied. "Maybe we could try the same, see if the feelings are still there, unless you'd rather start helping clean up?" she asked. Harry blinked but slowly leaned forward, bringing his lips to hers. The moment they touched, it was as if nothing had changed, as if the whole world hadn't gone mad. They pulled back, eyes meeting.
"Guess that answers that," she said.
"It does," Harry said, taking Ginny's hand in his. "Guess we should find out where we can help?"
"Professor McGonagall'll have some idea, come on, let's go find her," Ginny suggested. She walked with Harry, not about to let go of his hand now that she'd finally gotten him back alive and in one piece.