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Love is a Fragile Thing
Chapter 1: Back Together
Ginny Weasley stared at the common room ceiling, on her back, on the couch.
Waiting.
Not just waiting for anybody. She was waiting for a certain black-haired, green-eyed man. The one she had waited to talk to, to kiss, to feel for almost a year. Her heartstrings were practically pulling her towards wherever he was, but she just couldn't do it.
So she decided to stay where she was and hoped that Harry found her.
Her head had his name swimming through, over and over. Harry, Harry, Harry. Her eyes started to sting with tears as she remembered his emerald-green eyes, staring at her when they used to snuggle on the common room couch, like they used to, before this whole war started.
Before Ginny knew it, she was crying, tears flowing freely on her cheeks as she curled into a ball, her long mane of Weasley-red hair curtaining her face. The tears streamed for a while, pouring out emotion, from anger when Harry left her, to happiness that the war was over, to sadness that Fred had died. She couldn't stop them, for there was always still some left.
Ginny hadn't even realized that she was being cradled by someone. Not just anyone. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffled. She looked up.
Harry.
She buried her face in his chest, sobbing once more, her heart slowly mending back together.
"Shhh, Gin, it's gonna be ok. I'm here," he said soothingly, stroking her hair. "It'll be ok. Calm down."
Ginny swiped her eyes with her hand and tilted her head to look at him properly.
He had spots of dried blood on his face, his glasses were askew, his hair was unruly as ever, he had dirt all throughout his cheeks and forehead, but he still grinned down on her, his eyes shining, a charming Potter grin only for her.
"I'm sorry," she hiccupped. "I must look a fright, and I just soaked your shirt, and-"
Harry covered her mouth. "Gin, shhh. Don't be sorry. I'm the one who should be sorry. I mean, I killed half the people at Hogwarts, and they all died for me, when they shouldn't hav-"
Now it was Ginny's turn to shush Harry.
"Harry, none of this is your fault."
They looked at each other, and in that moment, sparks flew, all the memories of being back together flooded back to them. Harry leaned closer, his green eyes on her brown, looking at her lovingly.
"You know, you look beautiful right now," Harry murmured, almost against her lips. "And all I want to do is kiss you."
"Well Potter, what are you waiting for? Ron to interrupt us?"
"I have no idea."
Their lips fell against each other deeply, both completely lost in the moment. The kiss was gentle, slow, taking in the moment. Every last emotion was poured into the kiss. Ginny smiled against his lips, her eyes shut, still so happy that Harry was with her.
After what felt like forever, Ginny pulled apart, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling, as she tucked her hair behind her ear. Then she scrunched her nose.
"As much as I love you, you stink, Mr. Potter."
Harry laughed.
"So I think now is the time you should go shower."
"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I smell perfectly fine."
"Oh, yes, Harry, for sure. C'mon, stinky butt. You're dirty all over, and Ginny Weasley hates dirt on her boyfriend."
Harry's eyes widened.
"Boyfriend?" he asked, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
"Yes, boyfriend," Ginny whispered, her forehead pressed against him. "Unless you want to be 'just a friend.'"
"No, I think boyfriend will have to due," he said slowly. Harry sat up and turned to face Ginny. He sniffed. "You know, now that I think of it, I do kind of smell."
"See, Ginny Weasley is always right." Ginny stood up and pointed to the boy's dormitories. "Go."
"Aye aye, captain."
Harry kissed her forehead and slowly descended from the couch. He grinned at Ginny, walking up the stairs, before finally disappearing.
Ginny sighed and flopped back down on the couch. She was about to go shower herself, but then the portrait hole swung open.
And of course it was Ron and Hermione, arguing.
"Come on, 'Mione! I'm the one who should talk to Harry about- Ginny!" Ron walked over to Ginny, who was wiping off some dirt off her pants. "So, uhhh… how are you?"
"Ron what type of question is that?" scolded Hermione. "Of course she's sad! We just finished a war, Ron, and you ask her how are you?"
"Gosh, 'Mione, I was only asking her how she's feeling! There's no need to be so harsh about i-"
"RON! HERMIONE!" shouted Ginny, ending the argument. "I'm fine, to let you know. And before you ask-" This stopped Ron, who was about to ask a question, "I already talked to Harry."
"You did? What did you say?" asked Hermione, while inspecting the common room damage.
"Well, er- we didn't really, you know, talk. We kind of… snogged, and-"
"I'm sorry, you SNOGGED?" fumed Ron. "I thought you were supposed to be, oh, I don't know, talking to Harry. You never said you were gonna snog without my permission!"
"Honestly, Ronald! She's of age, she could snog whoever she pleases! You have got to stop being overprotective!" shot Hermione.
"Well, it's a totally different situation when you're her brother, 'Mione!"
"Either way, Ron, you-"
"BOTH OF YOU! PLEASE! JUST STOP!" shouted Ginny. "I'm perfectly capable of being on my own! Now, why don't you two go snog? You guys seem just perfect for each other."
Ron and Hermione turned a shade of pink.
Ginny smiled to herself. "Well, I'll be off to the Astronomy Tower. I need a bit of fresh air."
Ginny climbed out of the portrait hole, thinking to herself. She looked around at Hogwarts, at the damage, and frowned. It had been an awful battle. Many people got hurt and nobody who was fighting left without a scar.
Ginny shook away the thoughts. She continued her path to the kitchens, stopping every few yards to say "I'm sorry," to someone who was crying. She felt so terrible, everyone was suffering, and Ginny wanted to do something, but she just couldn't figure out what she could do.
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"So… uh…"
Ron awkwardly stared at the floor, avoiding Hermione's eyes on him. He couldn't believe what Ginny just said. Honestly, the nerve of Ginny! So what if I have feelings for Hermione? It's not like Hermione's gonna go for me.
"Ron, do you want to say something?" said Hermione calmly. "I can tell something's on the tip of your tongue."
"Why yes, I would like to say something. How did you know, Miss Granger?" Ron grinned and sat down at the armchair near the fireplace, which was once crackling merrily with flames, but was now dead with ash and soot.
"I've known you for so long, Ron. I can always tell what you're gonna do." Hermione scourgify-ed the dirty couch and sat down. "So what did you want to say?"
"Um… lovely weather we're having?" Ron stated awkwardly.
"C'mon Ron. What is it?"
Ron stood up and joined her on the couch. "I just wanted to say I thought you were awesome tonight in the battle." He shifted his position. "And… that's about it."
Hermione snorted. "No, Ron. That's not what you were going to say. You tried to cover up something. Tell me."
She turned her head so that her big brown eyes were looking straight at his blue ones. Ron was intrigued by them, they were a nice hazel color. He leaned closer. Hermione also leaned forward and tilted her head.
"You know, I completely forgot. You distracted me," he whispered.
"Good."
They clasped their lips together. Ron was secretly celebrating in his brain. He had finally done it, he got Hermione! He finally got the kiss he had been waiting for.
The kiss was nice and bittersweet, for it was soft and gentle, but over too soon.
"So what does this mean, Miss-Brightest-Witch-of-the-Century?" Ron asked, foreheads pressed together.
"According to my calculations, Mr. Weasley, I think this means that you are my boyfriend." Hermione smiled.
"Brilliant."
They continued to snog. It was brilliant, according to Ron's thoughts. They both had no idea how long it was going on for, but it definitely stopped from the loud "AHEM!" from the boy's stairs.
There was Harry, his hair wet, his grin wider than ever. He was wearing a plain gray tee and jeans, and his glasses were askew. He walked over to them.
"I thought you two would finally realize you need a good snog with each other," he stated. "Anyways, so sorry for interrupting, but where's Ginny?"
"Oh yes, about that," said Ron, sitting up and turning away from Hermione. She had a look on her face that clearly said, "Ron, don't go there, not now," but apparently Ron never got the message.
"I heard you were snogging my sister?" Ron asked, his expression unreadable.
"Well, mate, speak for yourself," countered Harry. "Have you seen her?"
Ron sighed. Harry was technically right, he shouldn't exactly be telling him that he wasn't allowed to snog Ginny when he was snogging Hermione right in front of him.
"She said she was going to the Astronomy Tower, Harry," said Hermione, twiddling with her wand between her fingers. "Ginny said she needed some fresh air."
"Thanks, 'Mione," replied Harry. He was about to exit through the portrait hole when he turned back.
"Keep the snogging down a bit, will you? I don't want to see you lot mushed against each other if I want to talk to you guys."
Ron scowled and Hermione giggled. Harry grinned and left.
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Ginny looked out at Hogwarts from the view of the Astronomy Tower. It wasn't the prettiest sight, for most of the castle was destroyed. She was thinking to herself.
Her mind was running back to all the memories when Hogwarts was still intact, when it was all fine. She smiled to all the times when she was able to play quidditch, when the Gryffindor quidditch team won the cup…
Ginny was so lost in thought of happy memories that she didn't even notice her Harry was right behind her.
"A certain brother of yours told me you would be here."
Ginny flinched and turned around. She saw Harry there, grinning.
He walked over and sat next to her on the ledge.
"Prat," Ginny said as she slapped him on the arm. "I could have fallen."
"Well, I would have caught you, as you are my favorite Weasley." Harry reassured.
Ginny mocked a very shocked face. "Wow, Harry, I'm your favorite Weasley? Are you sure Ron won't be heartbroken?"
"Not only are you my favorite Weasley, you also happen to be my girlfriend. And as my girlfriend told me to, I showered on her command." Harry smiled.
"Good," she said, as Harry slipped an arm around her waist. "I need my boyfriend to be nice and clean if he's going to shag me."
This time Harry was actually shocked.
"I'm kidding, Harry," she snorted. She put her head on his chest, snuggling him close. "Ron would literally flip out."
"I know. But guess what?" Harry asked her.
"What is it, oh, Mr. Chosen One?" she asked with fake awe.
"Ron and Hermione were snogging in the common room. Ron looked like he wanted to celebrate."
"Finally, they came to their senses."
Ginny looked up at Harry with her sparkling brown eyes. He looked back at her.
"I'm so glad you're here, Harry," she murmured.
"Me too Gin. Me too."
A/N: Well, that's about it. I have no idea if I want to turn this into a series. I probably will, but no one will ever see this. Have a good day.
