A/N: I don't own the characters, setting, or plots of the Harry Potter Series.

She stood there in the doorway for a few moments before giving him a soft smile, stepping aside, and opening the door to him.

"I think maybe you should come in."

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So he walked in to her room, it looked the same as the last time he had been in there. She walked over and stood by her bed, as he stood there, looking around, thinking of something that could possibly break the ice.

He finally took a step towards her, his body only inches away from hers. From this distance she looked a lot different.

She was skinnier; he saw that now that he was actually looking at her. The clothes that had fit her curves so perfectly, the curves that he had loved and cherished so much, were now loose and almost baggy. They were worn and they looked out of place on her smaller frame, like Dudley's clothes used to look on him before he went to Hogwarts.

Her face was more sunken. The cheeks that always used to be flushed with anger or embarrassment or happiness weren't so flushed anymore. Her lips weren't as pink as he remembered. Her hair was a little less red then it had been before, a little more dull. But nothing seemed that bad until he looked into her eyes.

They were lined with rims of red and the dark circles under her eyes were deeply contrasted against her skin, that was a lot paler then it had been the last time he had seen her. The eyes that used to be so bright now mirrored the hurt that his heart felt from all the death and all the tragedy. He looked into her eyes and saw more hurt and more suffering then any seventeen year olds eyes should hold. It was the hurt that he saw that gave him the uncontrollable urge to scoop her up in his arms. So he didn't resist.

He was honestly relieved when she hugged him back. She more then hugged him actually. She clung to him with everything that she had, and pressed herself up tight against him.

He felt her body moving uncontrollably with the sobs that wracked through her body as soon as he took her into his arms. A wave hit him, and suddenly felt completely overwhelmed with the grief that he was feeling. He walked her backwards, before turning 180 degrees and falling back onto the bed, her right on top of him as they tumbled backwards.

And then she was hysteric. She fists banged on his chest and she sobbed and her body shook. She was saying things, but he couldn't exactly understand through all the tears. He heard his own name, and some of her brother's names, but other then that he couldn't comprehend much of it.

So he just held her, like he had dreamed about doing for the past year. He stroked her back and her hair. He couldn't tell how much time had passed, just sitting there holding a sobbing Ginny in his arms, just being there and comforting her, like he wished someone could be there for him.

He didn't even realize he was crying either. He only realized it when she wiped his cheek and her hand came away wet and shiny with tears that weren't her own. He didn't even realize that he was sobbing just as hard as she was until she stopped and the sounds of harsh breaths were still pulsating violently through the room.

A/N: Jeeeez. Sorry this took so long. I had it on my computer, ready to upload and I guess I just forgot about it. Oops :D

This was a short chapter, and I didn't really know how to end it, but I'm going to try to make their talk next chapter worth the short ending.

I hope you liked it. Review Please :)