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Chapter 8
Weak and pained, Harry opened his eyes to see the blurry outlines of people standing around his bed. He groaned and someone handed him his glasses. His eyes focused and he looked to see all of the Weasleys, Ron and Ginny included, and Hermione, along with many teachers and friends.
He smiled weakly and Ginny hugged him gently. She tried to pull away but he held her there. She relaxed against him. Finally, he let her go.
No one said anything until Harry could take it no longer. "I'm fine!"
They all laughed genuinely and hugged him each in turn. Madam Pomfrey checked on him followed by Dumbledore and Draco Malfoy.
"Glad to see you're all right, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said with twinkling eyes.
"You always knew I would be, didn't you, Professor?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore said nothing, but he didn't have to. Slowly, one by one, his friends left until it was only Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Ginny. They were all covered in scraps and bruises. Harry was filled with respect for his friends. They fought bravely. Especially Draco, who he had learned fought his own father. The talked and joked, avoiding the subject of the battle since wounds were still open and bleeding. Finally, it was just Harry and Ginny.
Their fingers were intertwined. "Harry..."
He saw it in her eyes. She wanted to know what happened. He smiled. "You saved me. Without you, I would've failed." She looked confused. "I loved my friends and know they loved me, but I've never know love. I looked at you and saw it in your eyes and it hit me. I finally knew what I had known since January. I loved you. That was all I needed for it was the one thing Voldemort could never know. I felt nothing but love and that was the key. I love you, Ginny Weasley. Completely."
Tears filled Ginny's eyes as she leaned closer to Harry. "I love you, Harry Potter," she whispered before their lips touched.