The hallways of Hogwarts were empty, which was lucky for Harry, because in his sleepy state, walking a strait line was out of the question. Occasionally Harry would pass a small group of sudents that hadn't been pick up yet. All the people in these groups looked alike to Harry though, he didn't stop to look for familiar faces. His mind was set on see only one person, and Ron had said she was in the infirmary. Impatient, Harry ran the last few corridors, almost running right into Neville.
" Whose there?" ask Neville. The frightened little boy from 1st year was gone, this Neville was not afraid of anything.
Harry thru off the cloak, " It's only me Neville." he said. Looking past Neville, hoping to see that familiar head of red hair, Harry noticed for the first time that Luna and Dean were behind Neville and, to Harry's surprise, they seemed to be holding hands.
"Hello Harry." said Luna loftily. Dean gave Harry half a smile and waved with his free hand.
"Hey Luna, Dean" Harry said, trying not to sound to disappointed, " You havn't seen Ginny by any chance, have you?"
" Yeah," said Neville, " we just left her in the great hall, she should be here any-" Neville stoped abruptly as Harry rushed past him, back toward the way they'd just come. But before he even got to the end of the hall, Ginny rounded the corner, coming to an stop as soon as she saw Harry rushing toward her. He didn't slow down, instead, he increased his speed, getting to Ginny in record time. Again, he didn't pause. Leaning down, he kissed her. It was exactly like the first time he'd kissed her, only now, Harry relized for the first time, that he loved her. That he didn' t want to spend any more of his life without her. And that the next time he went to Diagon Alley, he might need to check out that jewlery store he'd alway's passed on the way to Gringarts.
Neville suddenly cleared his throat which caused an echo down the corridor making it sound louder than it should have. But it did it's job, Harry and Ginny jumped apart and stared back at Neville to see what was going on.
"Sorry." Neville said, blushing. Harry looked back at Ginny, who grinned widely up at him.
"So," she said, taking his hand and pulling him slowly down the hallway, back toward the infirmary, " whose going to tell Ron?"